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the Fuckhead cometh
02:18
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choking through a swarm of weaknesses when the clock hits three another god damn hour of sleep to miss its just you and me i dont give a fuck about you youre just a stain on a t shirt that i outgrew i dont give a fuck about you everybody knows wed be better off without you i dont give a fuck about you youre just a vessel that the devil likes to shout through i dont give a fuck about you i dont give a fuck about you i can feel your noose unraveling i can see the stars i dont know where i am traveling but i know its far somewhere theres a place and its devil free i wanna build a house where you cant find me i dont give a fuck about you youre just a stain on a t shirt that i outgrew i dont give a fuck about you everybody knows wed be better off without you i dont give a fuck about you youre just a vessel that the devil likes to shout through i dont give a fuck about you i dont give a fuck about you i dont give a fuck about you i dont give a fuck about you
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dirt
01:57
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im stuck in dirt it fucking hurts i know im still a fucking jerk i try to change but it wont work im getting worse inside the earth i hold my breath but even though i try my best beneath the murk im dead the worms will feast upon my flesh you told me so i only know the way to cry and slowly grow so please just smile and hold me close i wont get old this lonely ghost wont go to sleep the night is infinitely deep this hole is cold and free my moldy soul has room to weep im stuck in dirt it fucking hurts i know im still a fucking jerk i try to change but it wont work im getting worse inside the earth i hold my breath but even though i try my best beneath the murk im dead the worms will feast upon my flesh
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to die in a box
02:03
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like holding sand in a loose fist one by one the enemies will vanish storms of sticky blood with a sweet scent and the question is not if but when i die i want to die in a box labelled everything and nothing at all and when i die i want to die in a box with a lock thats impossible to open when i die i want to die in a box labelled everything and nothing at all and when i die i want to die in a box thats the size of a piece of fucking nothing the forest burns with the anger germs make sickness and machines make cancer oceans through windows in the wreckage bellies shrinking tight over dead fish war hero mass produced land mine metal monster built so that he cant die veins vomit cables black and red met him on the roof and his eyes said when i die i want to die in a box labelled everything and nothing at all and when i die i want to die in a box with a lock thats impossible to open when i die i want to die in a box labelled everything and nothing at all and when i die i want to die in a box thats the size of a piece of fucking nothing
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roadkill pop
00:59
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i look like a lisa frank drawing decomposing deer in the street where i grew up dead dog box watching from the bottom of the staircase counting down the years of my good luck i keep finding ways to look at rats and mice smeared all across the road with third eyes bright like moons and ghosts pretending everything is fine and nothing ever dies and no one has to clean up all the i look like a lisa frank drawing decomposing deer in the street where i grew up dead dog box watching from the bottom of the staircase counting down the years of my good luck
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funnybone
04:31
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i wanna be a shitty friend so i can never make amends i wanna be a thunder cloud and pour my heart into the ground i wanna be a funny joke that people laugh at till they choke i wanna be your funny bone cuz in your arms it feels like home i wanna be a bullet train shot through a demiurges brain i wanna be a dvd of all my high school memories i wanna be your phantom limb a spirit swaddled in your skin i wanna be your funny bone cuz in your arms it feels like home i just dont wanna be alone it fucking hurts to be alone
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id rather be gay at mcdonalds
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