1. |
Giving Up The Ghost
01:13
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[mind if i, uh... join you?]
at the gate burn the hate out
when met, all that's said is "hey, now"
sulfur smells so nice, stay down
given nothing left to say out loud
i don't even have to say it now
left the leaders breathless
give a shit if reckless
concentrating
god lives inside my mind
no one wonders what he'll find
something that might make him cry
immolating
let 'em leave the planet, cry goddamnit
when they enter solar systems, surely didn't plan it
surely thought to launch before the warning
no one's mourning
as cliche as it seems to me to be
a classic case of dramatic irony
the harmony of cosmic lack of caution
watch this
giving up the ghost
hosted on the post
no bills here to share
walls stay bare
quite a scare that was
floating up above
hurdling towards ground
don't you love the sound?
flesh scrapes walls cleaner
than found, no meaner
than treatment of prisoners
our god's risen, yours
doesn't seem to know you're here
doesn't seem to smell your fear
doesn't seem to know you chose
to give up the ghost
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2. |
Cut Test
02:08
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3. |
Days Off / Days On
02:55
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[Days Off]
i poured some white out in my drink (aye)
now i'm fucked up enough to think (aye)
stuck some sharpie in the booze (aye)
now i'm turnt enough to choose (aye aye aye)
got some problems, got more friends (yuh)
got some means, got no ends (yuh)
got some trash on my floor (yuh)
and i'll always have some more (yuh yuh yuh)
got a lead on some shit maybe to do tonight
but that's only if you start to feel alright
real 4d glasses altering my sight
that third dimension shit is falling way behind
that fifth dimension shit is just a step too far
that non euclidian audience of stars
hypothetical erasure of it all
is starting to seem to be the call
slipped some progynova in his drink (aye)
slipped some progesterone in the stink (aye)
slipped some hypno on the television
he said he's manly but this was all his decision (aye)
got some problems, got more friends (yuh)
got some means, got no ends (yuh)
got some trash on my floor (yuh)
and i'll always have some more (yuh yuh yuh)
[Days On]
drop bars, drop cars on fuckers who don't tip
drop sauce on the dough put some käse on that bitch
put some slices of some quarters just to catch the place on fire
run a tray of dough thru the oven, let the ingredients expire
shove the makeline in the lobby and bump every carryout
lock the door, trash the floor, fuck up a delivery route
cinnamagic 'stead of barbeque, parmesan on your lava cake
bacon 'stead of ham, take your time, it's triple the wait
tell DPZ that we've got triple the weight of cheese we do
tell the truck to bring three pallets of alfredo, too
then let that shit sit at room temperature and turn the bottom oven on
sending pans full of sauce and dumping them on boxes til the break of dawn
we open at 4 and close at 5
ashing my cigarette in your pizza, luck it ain't your eyes
i'm so fucking done with this place, but while that's true:
you guys are really lucky i fucking like you
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4. |
Disappointing
03:52
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i've given it some time
i don't feel alright
i don't feel alive
i'm not doing fine
what's wrong with me?
bitch, what's fucking right with me?
bitch, you wanna fight with me?
bitch, watch the air you breathe
cuz i might be contagious, a burdensome tumor
and i'm usually the one that has to find some humor
you're overdoing it, i'm overexerting myself
but that doesn't change the fact that this is inescapable hell
if i give up long enough to feel better
rent stops getting paid
depression matching the weather
everyone would wish that i'd've stayed
if i quit my job it isn't my fault that my coworkers's
jobs would get much harder, but what really hurts is
that no one wants to apply that logic to my continued breathing
why's it my fucking fault if you're saddened by my bleeding?
this is my fucking pain
i will do with it what i must
i will hurt those that i trust
i will murder Elon Musk
i will accomplish my goals, that's what i've set out to do
but the issue is my goal is now disappointing you
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5. |
Shoehorn With Teeth
00:49
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he wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
people should get beat up for stating their beliefs
he wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
cuz he knows there's no such thing
he asked a girl if they could both sit in a chair
but he doesn't get nervous, she's not really there
he wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
cuz he knows there's no such thing
toured the world in a heavy metal band
but they ran out of gas and the plane would never land
he wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
people should get beat up for stating their beliefs
he wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
cuz he knows there's no such thing
what's the sense in ever thinking 'bout the tomb,
when you're much too busy returning to the womb?
he wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
people should get beat up for stating their beliefs
he wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
cuz he knows there's no such thing
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