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Dark Piss
02:44
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Regulating ancient life forms is a common practice. Petty joy rides are a national crime. Locked inside. In the publics’ eye. Pouring salt in a freshly opened wound. Poisonous gases given to the masses. The passive are the new free range. Wrapped up tight in your dirty safety blanket. Al the money to be made.
Hang out in hell. Water the flowers of fire. Those catholic clergymen cannot comprehend. We are all just kicking up dirt. Fifty one puzzle pieces all scattered fifty different ways.
The Grass Is Only Greener If You Dont Let Anyone Piss On It.
Suck me into pretentious penitentiaries. We cured it through the great vine. So now we are doing soft time. Carpeting the earth for thousands of years, it’s being cut out by a pair of profiting shears. We. All. Force fed. Poison.
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Rem Rem Remington
01:40
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Log off.
My atoms have turned to apples; I’ve got 3G coverage with a wireless bug.
Flirting with the holy grossed. Molting out of season for the chat room host.
Cryptic coloured coding.
It grows legs and stretches them out.
Stuck in traffic on the super highway. I can’t shake off these worldwide cobwebs.
Breast stroke through bad keystrokes. Carpel tunnel vision, in the land of the snow blind sight seers.
What Good Are Flowers In A field Of Cologne?
Binary cats have got my tongue, I feel him pull I feel the tugs.
It grows legs and begs and begs.
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Garden Salad of Eden
02:28
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Who made vice pudding, and forced it into our diets. Sour custard shoved down our throats. You can’t sleep when your cities a beacon of light, who can sleep?
Two days later everyone’s on vacation, an ungrateful ghost get the gift of life.
I’m looking through you. (Get on board!)
Carpe diem gypsy, get off my cloud.
It’s a bedtime story bandwagon, but I can’t fall asleep.
Some sinks have too many dishes (cover the walls with molds from tyme of ol’)
Some seas have too many fishes (Growing, Killing, And Stealing)
Some beggars have too many wishes
But none of that concerns me.
Jesus. Married. Joseph. And They Made Out Like Gay Bandits.
Two years later everything is outdated. A city cannot sleep if it’s a beacon of light.
They drink blood to stay young, and through their noses they take sips of the son.
They drink blood for fun, and through their roses they take hits of the sun.
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Plenty of Thugs to Hug
00:58
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That little cut on the roof of your mouth that would only heal if you would stop tonguing it.
But you can’t.
Last night I realized you have been booking my sleep schedule.
I’ve been ordering Chinese food,
and I failed my spanish test.
The last language I learned was love,
but there’s no one to talk to.
Complifuckingcations.
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Sixteen and Stagnant
02:47
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If slit my wrist I could pour mixed drinks for days. Strapped into my tanning death bed. The life of every pity party. A bronzed hog in the spotlight of your affection. O0oh my my, I’m becoming my mother. Deflowered in a garden of first date fucks. Sing along into the disc jockeys dick. Sing along. Like a rotten apple in my families tree. Passed out all over town with a nose bleed to match this gown. Talk the talk as I walk the walk of shame. Equipped with a henna tattoo that translates to….. oOh my my, I’m becoming my mother. Deflowered in a garden of first date fucks. Sing along into the disc jockeys dick. Sing along. Just another name to cross off, of your I’d hit that hit list. Cunt. There are skull shaped flowers growing on my front lawn, they cry out to sprout like the seed I paid to have them ripped out. (Who fucking cares?)
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Donut Plains
02:42
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Wine and dine the apple of my aisle, at closing time I will five finger her in line. It’s time to turn shopping back into stealing. Civilian injustice just between the five of us. Florescent mood lighting, soundtrack to a buyer’s life. For the next half hour, everything is half off. A sunset of sales. More red tags then a meat market, my plate is full and I’m clearing it. Dark side of the dressing room you know my cash flow is running pretty fucking low. A list of crimes but they’re not minez. A who’s who of shirts and shoes, if hell is empty then my back pack is full. Dance to the rhythm of the alarm sound system. Ali Ba Ba and the forty fucking thieves.
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Hot Ham Water
05:05
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We watched you cum on the acne covered face of our city. Surviving for days of your 401k. While your plagiarized paperwork really preaches the gospel of taking bribes from a hookers thighs. So lets all raise our half empty glasses in honour of the man of the year of the pig.
Im off on a ride, without a destination. It feels like forever, on the road with you.
Eyelashes in a hurricanes eye. Spilling champagne and yawns on the front lawns of tiny fawns. Brought up with silver spoons, now they're rusting in the hands of a junkies use.
Just because you are paranoid, that doesn't mean they aren't after you
Stare Into The Eyes Of Your Trophy Wife And Tell Her She Has Gone Dull.
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