1. |
Dead Dogs
03:52
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My dog lost her legs
Now I’m counting mine
While licking the dust
Settling fine
Saw the needle go
Watched her eyes close
When she’s above it
Does the sky feel blue?
You can try your best
But
That mother fucking
Crutch will be your nest
Or an ashtray
Black lung
Your heart stung
Finding loose change
On the fucking rug
Where you used to sit
Waiting for it
My dog lost her legs
Now I’m counting mine
While licking the dust
Settling fine
Saw the needle go
Watched her eyes close
When she’s above it
Does the sky feel blue?
You can try your best
But
That mother fucking
Crutch will be your nest
Or an ashtray
Black lung
Your heart stung
Finding loose change
On the fucking rug
Where you used to sit
Waiting for it
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2. |
Howard
04:50
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Walk into
places
You didn’t know
I wouldn’t blame you
But I’m sure you didn’t know
Could be dead
I wish you were plastic though
Tripping on crosswalks
Each line is a blow
One moist bag of garbage
That might break someday soon
Don’t be afraid to cry
Someone might drink that tear
If you want it you can have it
All you have to do is lie about it
Spin those words knot the brain
You’re still an asshole
When you’re sad about it
Dead presidents jerk off
To each other in a hall of fame
I guess we’re all apart of the same game
Getting high off the fumes of the same train
More than ever
I feel like
I can’t blame it on you
You drop bombs
But what’s the use
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3. |
Sharon
04:56
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ake more than you want
and need
I’m a dish
for your sponge
Two fucking rings
one
tomb
for you and me
treats her like a toy
that he
will throw out
into the trash
My name is Sharon
I’m 43
I like playing with the bugs
they are my friends
I am the slug
but there’s nothing
i can do
but make you
solid food
You come home from work
open a beer
All i do is stare at the wall for you
let my face dry
two hands
so tight
are they mine
or is this leash
to tight
all that you want
and more
I don't want to
cook food
fuck you
If you come home drunk
I’ll kick you out
I’ve got puddles in my eyes
to share
with someone else
And I know what hate is
that shits contagious
I don’t know how long the wait is
that shits ageless
Stumble out of the house
fall into
other cages
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4. |
Ghost
01:52
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Letters
Written in blood
For your eyes to see
Write them overseas
With bullets, tar,
And ecstasy
Things that I do
Are not meant to hurt you
It’s just a nuke
A bag of trash
Floating in the open
Wearing a suit
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5. |
D.D.D.D
05:02
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Echo chamber of refraction
Life’s value divides interactions
Fill me up until I want more
I’m outside of the glass
But my bodies in the store
If you want it
You can have it
Just lie about it
Until you die
Self-incurred immaturity
How can we
All have a tragic backstory
Flaming
Hot Cheetos
From a trust fund from daddy
If you want it
You can have it
Just lie about
Until you die
Bored
All the time
Want the money
But the money wants my mind
What will I do
Absorb chemicals and be fine
All the things I made up
To seem interesting
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6. |
Industry
03:59
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7. |
Trees
05:03
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Sometimes my shoes
Are made of glue
But I can
Feed you through a tube
Somewhere in the grass
I saw that same piece of glass
That people used
To look through you
Upside down but high
You’re looking down
On plastic trees
I would do the same
With hollow frames
Spinning eyes
And melting names
When you can’t remember
Your name
They’ll put it on
Some type of of stone
We’ll lean on
Say we knew you
And the view
From above isn’t so bad
Leaning on a cloud
Knowing you
Weren’t great
But weren’t half bad
Upside down but high
You’re looking down
On plastic trees
I would do the same
With hollow frames
Spinning eyes
And melting names
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8. |
Same As U
03:16
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And you’ll go to church
They’ll teach you to fly
While worn down shirts
Smoke weed outside
You’ll find a reason
To feel good
We’ll all get high
If you think we should
then words turn to guns
guns turn to words
I don't want to
Is to jerk off and pray
I feel the same as you
Today
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