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Reruns
02:21
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Woke up to change you, stepped on the cord. Pilled out with good friends , got fucked up then bored. There’s those who want a little more, harbor thoughts of some control, entertained by petty schemes, unhappily fulfilling dreams. LOST TO SEE THAT WE AREN’T STABLE BORN, LIVE POSSESSIVE, SUBMISSIVE AND WORN. TOO COMFORTABLE TO CHANGE AND TOO SCARED TO TRY. Everything you choose to define you CHECK THE RESOURCE, There’s a dark side to every shine, hopelessly I’ll call it mine, inching up the totem pole, sucking at the base. SELF INDULGENCE REEKS IN A MIND, IN A TOWN WITH NOTHING TO FIND, TOO COMFORTABLE TO CHANGE AND TOO SCARED TO TRY.
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Clear
01:40
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My body reacts like a soldier, strike the head with the intention to bleed, a systematic takeover, the mind wants what you could never feed. IT ISN’T WHAT YOU WANNA HEAR, YOU SORT A LIFE THAT WAS NEVER CLEAR. You dive deep with failure use words to resent those miles of nothing, choose blame to repent, and in those hours of anger lost practical hope, plea for salvation while tying the rope. In a glimpse like a picture, it’s beautiful but still fake at the seams. Smile wide for the camera, tell the lens what you want to believe. Fat deposits, a weight is gone, dropped weight leaves a bond that’s strong, magnified it still left a blur, view death as a break from the curve.
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Your Existence
02:22
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OH MY GOD! We relate cause we’re always bored. I can see your adored, for sharing similar interests (on websites) Cool kids go along with the scene, but who will take it to the next extreme? Constantly feed me new, either way we’ve got followers for everything. YOUR EXISTENCE, JUST A FRACTION TO HOLD THE DESIGN, SOCIAL DISTANCE, SELF REPRESSION. Please remain glued faced to your computer screen, our habits of self indulgence and with constant feed, means constant control of your brain. Miles away, there’s a place that is always poor, still we love to complain, our problems are soooooooo void. Do nothing to progress, still talk shit about how your always bored, though still sit and complain and point at those who actually tried. YOUR EXISTENCE, JUST A FRACTION TO HOLD THE DESIGN, SOCIAL DISTANCE, OUR OPPRESSION. Ritual distractions prone a meaning controlled by a fulfilling substance, stress eats away at zombies who can’t get through life…. SOBER. BUY WHAT YOU CAN’T FIND, SEARCH THROUGH VACANT LIVES, USE MINDS AS PRIVATE STORES, TAKE BUT STILL WANT MORE.
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Alternate World
03:41
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CORPORATE BEER AND CIGGARETTES DON’T MAKE YOU REBELLIOUS! I’ve been told that too many are resentful, there’s too much money in vain. Support the cause but give more to the problem. SELLING OURSELVES TO A FASHION SCHEME. With all I wish I restrict the fact of our traditions, to dress up to show who you are. To live with demeaning norms supports our sexist man’s world. WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO OWN THAT GIRL, VIEW HER LOVE AS A CHAIN TO HOLD. THERE’S AN END AT EVERY STOP! THERE’S A SOLUTION TO EVERY PROBLEM, THERE IS NO MEANING TO THE WORD WANT…….. IN AN ALTERNATE WORLD. Watching a screen of generations feeding values, of what it means to be a man, you’ll find through life there’s nothing lower than a tough guy. OVER COMPENSATE FOR THE SIZE OF YOUR DICK. OK I admit , no shit we’re all hypocrites, but ain’t it sad you never get what you want, if so evolved then why act so fucking stupid. WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO FUCK THAT GIRL, BE A MAN AND CONTROL HER WORLD. THERE’S A MAN THAT ACT’S AS HE’S SHOWN, THERES A WOMAN BEING RAPED BY ALL EYES, SEXISM SELLS AS RECORD HIGHS, IN THIS FUCKING WORLD. WASH YOUR SINS JUST GO TO CHURCH, GO HOME AND BEAT YOUR WIFE, BELIEF IN GOD’S AS KILLED BILLIONS LIVES, IN THIS FUCKING WORLD!
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Oblivion
02:28
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I want to go there, that place in mindless peace, some call it nowhere and some can’t wait to go with me. If the potions strong enough we’ll make it on time. Escape is better when all thoughts are sublime. Some call it a phase of life that fades away in time but it’s hard to take you seriously while I still watch you hate your life, fuck your advice it’s bullshit, I’ve done it myself for years, live the lie your parent’s built or learn the truth in tears. YOU KNOW I DON’T MIND, IT’S EASY NOT TO, WHEN YOU LEARN TO SEEK AN OBLIVION, JUST LIKE I DO. It’s such a outbreak that I can’t seem to face, with that in my way, it’s such a perfect antidote, and if I had the motive I would make it on time, but the fact is that I don’t so I’ll let you fuck my mind. Entire life has passed by the time you get away, bathe yourself and breathe in all the shit they love to say, fuck your advice it’s bullshit, I’ve done it myself for years. Live the lie your parent’s built or learn the truth in tears.
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Jamais Vu
01:30
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It’s been so many times that I find fear in what’s comfortable, to be a stranger on common ground is like I find disgust adorable. Talk to those I always do, see things I always see. CAN’T WAIT TIL ALL IS DONE . It’s been so many times the mirror shows a fucked reality, in empty lots with empty minds, we couldn’t for night to come, to drink like I always do, hate like we love to do. CAN’T WAIT TO JUST BE NUMB. Been here a thousand times but it’s always somehow strange to me, same day in a different fog that I always swear I’d never seen. Talk to those I always do, waste like I always choose, bored enough to salvage you. CAN’T WAIT TIL ALL IS DONE, CAN’T WAIT TO JUST BE NUMB, WAKE UP WHEN ALL IS DONE.
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Sponge
01:31
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Got no emotions just absorb and breathe, stay true to instincts, live to receive. My personalities so dry I use yours to soak, to make up my insides and sell just to cope. Tell me who I am I’ll live true to your word, your standards are towers in my little world, shape my opinions and tell me who to fuck , use her brain as a servant, use her mouth just to suck. SWOLLEN TO THE BRIM, LACK SENSE THOUGH I’M SO SMART, IVE GOT A HIGH IQ, THERE’S NO USE FOR A MOUTH WHEN MONEY TALKS. I’D LIKE TO VIEW MY WORLD FROM MY CASKET, YOUR VALUE IS BASED ON NUMBERS THERE, NEVER DID LOOK IN, TO FIND THE TRUTH THAT NOBODY CARED. I’m a sponge meant for nothing but space, use my hours to service the waste. Please stay in charge to keep me in line, feed me some money, I’ll feed my time. There’s always so little, so perfectly bland, hold up the law in your right hand. Success built in limits so hard to retrace, like a numbered face. IM A SPONGE, LESS THAN HUMAN BEINGS, A PROMPT DEPENDENT, ENTITY.
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Detox
01:58
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The pulse of the innocent derives from the demon’s head, I am that son of a bitch that knows YOU ALL to well, your individualism cracks when your compared , you drink for social comfort, conform because your scared. CAN’T POINT IT OUT, IT’S HARD TO SAY, THE CITY THAT ONCE GAVE BIRTH TO YOUR “SELF” WILL SOMEDAY BLOW YOU AWAY. Hang so safely, enjoy the ride, change with the seasons that dictate your life, a puzzle piece, some elbow grease, some praised at your grave, a need to be accepted to match that numbness in your face. THERE’S FOUR WALLS , AND A TEENAGE MIND, WHAT PAIN RESOLVED, IS WHAT HATE DEFINED. Pulse of conformity derives from jesus fucking christ , a set of values formed from birth though never right, fuck your individualism we’re influenced robots, drinking for social comfort, praying til we rot.
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Rolled Bills
02:53
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With a distance not so far away, a little ease makes the tension stray. I mean come on’ it’s harmless, so easy and fun… to share the secret with everyone. And I’ve got a friend that can see from both sides, his reaction is quick , let’s my mind step aside. I saw the end before the winter came. NO MORE, count your pieces, cash them in cause you know you’ve got nothing left. THAT SORE that builds and builds and kills that only pride you still hold in your voice, CONTROL absent feelings like an addict trading cash for love. I saw the end before it dawned and went astray. Buy away a sense of amusement, local tender infatuates goals. A price of comfort to all who apply, giving up never felt so right. Demand constructed by the source, unnecessary wants that seem soooo important, bleeding the choice you endorsed, for the sake of a stronger high. LAY AWAKE, the sun holds a grin, body shuts down when the sun’s day begins. CONSTANT HATE, for the thoughts you create, another part of you that you can’t escape. WHEN YOU LABEL ME YOU DISCIPLINE A POINT FOR YOUR HATE, a lie created just to sustain your state. ANOTHER PHOTOGRAPH, of such a good time, cold sweat is comfort draining a love now confined. One more line numbs another mind.
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Retox
01:35
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Why should I fight for more? I want the whole without a median. Collapse onto the floor, feeling pain is now an option, make a bed for all my thoughts and fully retox my brain. WHY , GRIP, WHEN THERE’S CHOICE TO LEAVE FROM THIS REALITY? Agenda’s make me feel like a whore, so I’d rather sit here grinning like an idiot. Euphoric feelings from my feet up through my spine and there is no stopping me.
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Be A Winner
02:10
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Got a face you don’t wanna be, it’s not perfect YOU SEE , not even half of what you’ll always want. Envy those on a silver screen, live with those big dreams though you’ll never live up to yourself. ALWAYS SEARCHING FOR SOMEONE TO BE, I FIND CONTENT BUILT INSIDE MY LITTLE DREAMS. Need so little satisfaction. SO WHAT, STAY STUCK. Surprised that life isn’t all it seems, death holds variety, there is no suddenly, body’s will wear. Like the problems you hold so dear, and with these 1st world issues your all so easy to compare, to the followers of whom, you want to be. Still find content built inside my little dreams. Need so little satisfaction. SO WHAT, STAY STUCK, WHY SHOULD I CARE? A lot of people say they’re getting there, climb the ladder for a pleasure stare, be a hobo , a priestess, a doctor or youth, there’s always a problem there. Stay tuned. Slap on the wrist, why won’t you make your father proud? Don’t be a bitch, don’t let those tears come falling out. Don’t be a fuck up, I want a kid that I can love. Success is measured by us never getting enough. DON’T BE THEM SON, BE A WINNER, AM I LESS FOR REALLY NOT GIVING A FUCK? SO WHAT, STAY STUCK, WHY SHOULD I CARE?
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Our Disease
03:36
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Don’t point just say what you’ll say, make it clear, it’s easier that way. Always sounds critical, it’s hardly ever true. Almost is fine by me, no matter what we choose. That fog rolled away… and brought a light glowing a new vision, an epiphany I’ll forever be grateful for. One more run, we’ll make it out this time, curse the blessing that corrupts your mind. Coincidence led to a loyal state with a once forgotten one. I’ve got an aid to my every move, let you pull back my skin just to share for fun. Words never meant to view, no matter what meaning ensues, understand that flower finally bloomed. CUM ON IN, DUMB SO THIN, ALWAYS TIRED, CUM WILL SPREAD. Another piece to a perfect read. Come lay your head down, we’ll lay awake there. All and all it’s late…yes I know. I’ll be your escape. CUM ON IN, DUMB SO THIN, ALWAYS TIRED, ALWAYS TIRED. CUM ON IN, SPREAD SO THIN, ALWAYS TIRED, CUM WILL SPREAD OUR DISEASE.
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Endless Smiles
06:55
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Crossed on through to your mind, did you wonder what I could find? Desire reeks your decline, indulge disease til your hearts content. Too many words on a page. It’s no matter I’ll just skip to win the race, nothing means no sign of change, fill your bag, leave the scraps behind. Souls to lay away. Some people live from outside, some wither deep in the box they create, emotionless robots that cry, though they don’t care for each other in that big box of grey. Please place your pity on me, I am helpless, self conscience and weak. Blackened and soaked up in pride, holding the hand of a blinded guide. WHY DO WE CELEBRATE, A WORLD WE LOVE TO HATE, STAY TRUE AND CELEBRATE, STAY TRUE AND WASTE AWAY. I am done. I give up. Goodbye to the world that did nothing for me. I was never happy, just hummed along to your fucked up song of dreams. One last good bitter goodbye, it won’t feel better with tears in your eyes. I’m simply along for the ride, gripping a sense that I’d love to hide. Somebody stepped on the page, ink was smeared and the words erased, no vision left to embrace. Without a herder the sheep are lost. Endless smiles across a face that screams at an empty lot. Dreams are mere visions of thoughts, saturated fat distorted and sold so clean. Souls to lay away…….
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