1. |
Wrong
05:23
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Is she good, is she good, on the beach is she good.
Making you feel small like she should
Minuscule, glimmering through
Intact, pitch black
Brazen bull, blazing fuel
Blazing bull, blazing view
Have to hate it
As she encapsulates you
But it will feel all so right
She watches you fall out and slip back
But you’ll see her smiling on the roof with
No money, though he holds the gold
No body, she folds the soul
Oddly cold behind the eyes that
Toe the line and don’t defy
I float free, though she’ll overgrow
She holds me, she takes control
A universal urbanite
When I’m underneath her blurry bright
Im Clutching in, what she’s stretching thin
And its fucking her up just to balance me
As the summer ends, and the embers burn
And she devotes herself to entropy
Is she wrong, is she wrong
Ive been holding on
To an alien for way too long
But I clutch still, as she dissolves
Back into space where she belongs
Back into space where she belongs
No money, though he holds the gold
No body, she folds the soul
Oddly cold behind the eyes that
Toe the line and don’t defy
I float free, though she’ll overgrow
She holds me, she takes control
A universal urbanite
When I’m underneath her blurry bright
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2. |
Boxcutter
02:55
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Acai Essentials
Online credentials
You’ll debase it down to something you wear on your wrist
With positive feedback
Yeah, well you’ll need that
When the infrastructure
Starts to shake in Bangladesh
Baby please
Watch me eat
And go for long walks on the beach
It all must be presented
If it’s good to the senses
Wheres the beef at?
Not for me that
I’m a vegan
Buy the sneakers
Mind the heat from the speakers
Watch me pick out the pieces
Friends of the network
Yes every cents worth
Yet worth nothing more
Than catchy phrases
And register noises
Sights set on success
Big shiny objects
And if your highs accept your compromises
Then try to enjoy yourself
Baby please
Watch the screen
Go for long jogs on the beach
Watch me get the shutter out
It’ll slice beneath the knee
Buy the sneakers
Drink the cool-aid
Pass the pieces of veggie beef
Baby, you’re not pretentious
Would you come to your senses
Baby please
Come to me
Hold my hand
Make it bleed
Make it bleed
Make believe
Make believe
Must be
Lovely
Loving me
I’m a Rake
And You’re a leaf
You’re relieved
You’re relieved
Thoroughly
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3. |
Judas
03:07
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4. |
Big Time
04:53
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She’s a nebulous hole of damage control
Investigation is better than sleep
Swallow the pill till your bandage explodes because
You’re never gonna know if you never dig deep
And then she says
What are you feeling
If you need blood then,
You can drink mine
That’s when it fucks up big time
Watch it sink and smother the victim
Douse him in liquid and set him alight
Oh and it fucks up big time
You with the speech out of reach on the weekends
Run into you like a new brick wall
With no relief from you or your dick friends
One bad omen surrounded by four
And the new man
He’s not too bad
But you’ll prove that he bit lime
Tastes like he fucked up big time
Race to the cliff side, big time
And you knew he would not be a human
He is a cartridge
He is swine
A pig in a pig pen squeals big time
A mouse or a pigeon hit the big time
He will beat me to the punch
So I will beat him to a pulp and
I will make him think I’m Pol Pot
I will beat him to a pulp
I will beat him to the punch
So he will beat me to a pulp
And He will make me think he’s Pol Pot
He will beat me to a pulp
You will beat us to a pulp
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5. |
Contraband
02:41
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She said
Don’t call me on the phone
She said
Don’t invite me to your home
She said so many
Hurtful things to me
She said
I won’t be drinking here tonight
She said
Im not crazy
She said
Oopsie daisy
She is an animal
Dragging me to water
I am the pinnacle of what I can offer
I don’t mind though
She’s a fucking psycho
She is my enemy
She shares no friends with me
I’ll be regretting her
She’ll be regretting me
But on weekends
Its nice to feel wanted
I have lacerations on my back
I have bruises on my neck
And I have a total lack of
Any kind of personal respect
I have a pathetic libido
Not in the sense that it is low
But in the sense I can’t prevent these soon to be regrets
She is an animal
Dragging me to water
I am the centrefold
Handing from the corner
I don’t mind though
She’s a fucking psycho
She is my enemy
Her and the rest of me
Hurts like it will not heal
Feels fucking heavenly
BUT ON WEEKENDS
IT’S NICE TO FEEL WANTED
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