1. |
The Tavern
01:20
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i don't owe you anything at all
just go back to yr fairytales
poor romantic boy you never stood a chance
yr wreckless messiness is such a chore
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2. |
P.C
00:34
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I'm not listening
I'm not listening
I'm not listening
Shut up just throw a fucking punch
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3. |
Don't Know Nothin'
03:01
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our bodies are but cancer
polluting distant spirits
our vision is just figment
deceiving our intentions
your hands the sidelines
lashing out with crashing doubt
are you fed up with angry shouts choraled about?
i wont wait around for anyone anymore
i wont give them the time of day to wreck my pysche
our tendons spread like cancer
connecting distant lesions
our memories fade like old bones
conceiving new direction
your hands on the sidelines
breaking pacts while counting cracks
are you fine with keeping up the act to remain intact?
it's too late for you to come around anymore
lost your face to the hungry wolves outside
so don't you wait for me to come back
and fix your crisis, cuz i won't
turn out the lights
hold your hands to your face
turn out the lights
now you know that nothing stays
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4. |
Blood on the Walls
02:35
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i got a job in the factory
assembling tremblings, the american dream
i became a part of the process
of the process, of the process!
then i went home to my baby
white walls surrounding her mystique
i think this shit should get painted
cuz it's all the same, it's all the same!
so they put me on deathrow
said i had too many guilty pleasures
i'm not guilty, you're just fucked up
i'm not guilty, i'm not guilty!
you're just fucked up
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5. |
Millimeters
02:03
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what a shame, what a shame
you spilled your blood in my ashtray
oh no, oh no
you lost control where your body is
and now you're searchin searchin for clues.
that you wont find glued up in my bedroom.
that in which your looking for is not here
you can't relate
to you your ups and downs are just different pills
way too far out
to hear every single inch of my body shouting
fuck off!
i don't live inside your fucking fantasies
that's why you're tending your jaw
and now you're wondering if this is good as it ever gets
baby this is fucking good as it ever gets
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6. |
Hold
04:49
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it ran it's course so now we're seeking shelter
with brand new words suited for fresh relocations
breaking off ignore internal motions
they never did you anygood
hate to want you, want to hate you
i am going home
after a year of wading out with you
in the shallow wake
i am no doubt being drug back to this futile lake
maybe if i was less egotistical
i'd swim back out for you to spare good fortune
but these days your fortune
could only build a rotting fortress
made of woulds
but never coulds
i never ever understood
what you have that's still got me thinking
i don't need two
i don't want two
i don't need two
i just want to hold you
hate to want you, want to hate you
i am going home
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7. |
Nazi Roomate
01:56
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you woke me up for this fucking bullshit? to hear you whine? about all the dirty dishes. man they aren't mine
nazi roomate, feeling choked
sick of life as the butt of the joke
nazi roomate, such a mess
i'm sick of you and this shared address
keep pretending like i'm the reason you can't unwind. stewing in all the messes you left behind.
nazi roomate, feeling choked
sick of life as the butt of the joke
nazi roomate, such a mess
i'm sick of you and this shared address
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8. |
Future Fuck Ups
02:27
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you can call it disease
if that will bring you to ease
you can sit suffering
but that won't fix anything
you can pop some more pills
if that's what gives you a thrill
but you should just buy a gun
and go out for some real fun
put yr fuckin hands up
i've got a gun and it's loaded
future fuck ups representing
all the things you are repressing
you could part a whole sea
for those you're trying to please
they'll just trample you down
and chase you out of their town
you could offer a hand
while they burn down your land
but you should just buy a gun
and stop all their fun
so they can call it disease
if that will bring them to ease
they can sit suffering
but that won't fix anything
they can pop some more pills
if that's what gives them a thrill
but they should just buy a gun
they should just buy a gun
put yr fuckin hands up
i've got a gun and it's loaded
future fuck ups representing
all the things you are repressing
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9. |
Future Fucks Up
03:08
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10. |
Thank You
02:55
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thank you for the rain
dripping from my brain
as a sit and remember
the rising sun
looks like you found yourself
thank you for the eggshells
you laid in our cell
thank you for the tombstone
etched in my arm
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