1. |
Rebounding
04:15
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Where should I start?
The day I fell apart
Internal bleeding, broken bones
Won't pick up the phone
They say the devil's in the details
I think it's the other way around
One road down, a dozen
A dead end never ending
Pariah please perform
Like we need another ham fisted hack job
Seen his name in lights
On a marquee made out of cardboard boxes
Under duress
I exist for meaningless sex
And fake friends
Saw your chance and ran
No kiss goodbye or filthy lies
Take a look behind
When momentum starts to drag
Is that me pulling you down?
Our last day together
Will you think of me a year from now?
Would you feel bad for me
Like I feel bad for you?
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2. |
A Long Game of Fuck
03:16
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Getting thin
A heavy dose of my own medicine
But of course you'd agree
You sucked the life right out of me
I want you to know
You're still the reason that I breathe
From my junkyard heart
Beating silently
We sped to stop on dimes
I wasn't good enough to waste your time
Or worth it in your eyes
Choke on sand
Your swimsuit is so cute
Where the blanket goes
I don't give a fuck
Wet or dry land
Compact, dump truck
I want to be seen
Vandalizing your wet dreams
Making you squirm till you scream
Turning inside out
I'd still sell my soul
Just to watch you change your clothes
C'mon let's get you out of those
Well aren't you disgusted?
You should be disgusted
A signal fading away from me
I thought you were on my side
Now gone
Head west
Head south
Head anywhere you want
The pines
The plains
The bodies of water
Where I can't take you
Go with him or stay with me
Just make up your mind
Will you stay here with me?
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3. |
Rissy
02:44
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Rissy I could die
I want to meet you
I feel it all the time
I can't control it
I want to take you away
I'm planning our escape
Once we meet I'll capture you
I won't let you leave
I dig your makeup line
That's cool with me
You make your oils, too
You're way too neat
Rissy I could die
I want to meet you
We'll go into the pool
We're deep down now
Piss drunk now
Two punks drowned
In distant towns
Rissy I could die
I want to meet you
You're so goddamn fine
I want to eat you
Rissy I could die
I want to meet you
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4. |
Batter Up
03:19
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I could see the waves
Crashing on the horizon
Punching through, a sharp white-blue
I was there but where were you?
I could see the flames
Burning cities to the ground
Skeleton trees died long ago
I reserved my spot in hell
Did you?
Plenty to see and do
I want to cause suffering with you
Suicide attack
Rocket launcher, shell filled back pack
Whistleblower
I'll show you who holds the power
This place is a disaster
We're all living by the hour
I could see the graves
Coming out into the street
Cemetery gates are open wide
No more real estate inside
For me to rest my head
So I can choke on the vomit I'm force fed
Suicide attack
Rocket launcher, shell filled back pack
Suicide
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