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Roses are queer
Violets are queer
You're queer
I'm queer
The whole world is fucking gay
But we're all going to die at the hands of the cis, oh well, ok
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2. |
Seppuku
02:58
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Cutting my belly
Is how I would like to go
Sliced with a tanto
Slicing my belly
Don't fret it's honorable
Cut now seppuku
Three cuts in x3
My belly
Three cuts in x3
Seppuku
I cut with the knife
Incisions go left to right
Bleed out on the floor
Bleed forevermore
Disemboweled by a knife
Cut now seppuku
Three cuts in x3
My belly
Three cuts in x3
Seppuku
No second for me
Decapitation's too quick
Disembowelment
The last cut is near
My vision begins to fade
Bowels on the floor
Three cuts in x3
My belly
Three cuts in x3
Seppuku
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3. |
The Taste of of Sadness
02:31
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I can't relax, this isn't just coffee in my cup
And if you could judge a persons soul by the coffee that they drink
Mine might not be as black as you might think
It would be riddled with alcohol because I really miss my cat
And now I want to go home, but I don't feel at home anywhere
And I feel trapped by every situation I get myself in
People tell me it's a paradox to feel simultaneously lost and trapped
But if I don't know where I'm going how the fuck can I get out?
When all the coffee tastes like cigarettes and all the soda tastes like rum
You know you're doing something right with your alcoholism
And my mother she always told me that it's alright to cry
But she sent me to a therapist because she didn't want to know why
And therapy didn't help because I was told not to talk to strangers
So now I internalize all my problems and collect cigarette burns
Because fire is the cure to sadness
Says Federico de la Fe
And now I want to go home, but I don't feel at home anywhere
And I feel trapped by every situation I get myself in
People tell me it's a paradox to feel simultaneously lost and trapped
But if I don't know where I'm going how the fuck can I get out?
And wouldn't it be nice, if all the ephedrine in my veins
Could make me less suicidal, maybe take away the pain
But all it really does is keep me awake during the day
I guess it also suppresses hunger, so what I'm really trying to say
Is that the taste of sadness is all I really need to live on
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4. |
College
01:57
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I sit around at home and I wonder why
I need a college degree to get by
You that's the road that I need to take
But I should take that road for whose sake?
Thousands of dollars going down the drain
For a piece of paper? Man, you're insane
You could've got a book at your library
It's an endless source of information, and it's free
You've got your high and mighty prestigious degree
But it seems to be the only thing you show to me
When you say college is my only route
There's just one thing I keep thinking about
Thousands of dollars going down the drain
For a piece of paper? Man, you're insane
You could've got a book on Amazon
But look what you decided to spend your money on
Four years of my life devoted to parties and beer
And you say it's for the sake of my career
Too bad my parents aren't just rich slobs
They'd pay for my masters and then give me their jobs
Thousands of dollars going down the drain
For a piece of paper? Man, you're insane
You could've joined the army and got in for free
But who the fuck would want to die for this country?
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I've been praying all night that the Lord would come
And give me the courage to kind of rise above
The ailments of every day life that come to burden me
Well I pray that the Lord would send his Spirit to me
'Cause when the Spirit gets in me and I'm as bold as a bear
I can speak my mind around anyone and not even care
Won't care what people think of my ideas and my thoughts
'Cause when the Spirit gets in me it comes in pints and draughts
I try to look at the bright side of things, people call that optimism
But my glass is half full of gin and I think that's called alcoholism
And even if it were half empty I think it would diagnosed the same
But I could care less about the glass as long as the Spirit was in the thing
'Cause when the Spirit gets in me and I'm as might as a lion
I can speak my mind around anyone and not worry about lyin'
Won't care what people think of my ideas and my thoughts
'Cause when the Spirit gets in me it comes in bottles and shots
The Lord he will come through
He'll send the Spirit to you
And if you're still not convinced of the powers above
Just come and have a drink with me and I'll show you the Lords love
'Cause when the Spirit gets in me and I'm as drown as a fish
I'll look up at the sky and ask the Lord for one last wish
My mind will be more clear than anyone might have thought
And I'll ask the Lord to spare some change 'cause I spent my last dollar on that 40 I just bought
'Cause when the Spirit gets in me and I'm as strong as a horse
I'll know that things can't get very much worse
Won't care what people think of my ideas and my thoughts
'Cause when the Spirit gets in me it comes in pints and shots and 40s and draughts
And lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of beer
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6. |
Betrayal pts. 1-3
05:45
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Part 1
Everything you cherish and hold dear to your heart
Will one day take a shit on you and fall the fuck apart
And if you're asking yourself how I know this to be true
It's because for 30 silver pieces I would probably betray you
Like Judas Iscariot I might just kill myself
I hate the fucking world just like everybody else
Disappointment and depression that's all we'll ever know
In a world where Limp Bizkit tryouts include Rivers Coumo
That's right folks you fingered your first love to Fred Durst
So instead of asking why I'm sad now you'll just know why it hurts
So many things since then have fallen apart
I can't masturbate to the Blue Album or call my music art
Everybody in the world is only looking out for themselves
That's why they sell anarchy patches on Hot Topic shelves
Betrayal is an instinct in every human mind
"It's in my nature" said the scorpion, "I can swim" said man-kind
Part 2
Beaten down and broken, mistreated and concussed
Multiple stab wounds to the back by people we thought that we could trust
Like the time I ripped of AJJ unintentionally
In part one of this whole thing
Fucked up and used, tired and abused
Sippin' on the dregs of the only courage that I use
Scourged and scorned, why the fuck was I born?
The dichotomy of life and death has got me torn
When I wake up breathing, people tell me I should feel blessed
To wake up to corruption and wars, but I digress
It's like finding out your favorite, Insane Clown Posse
Is part of the whole evangelical Christian monopoly
Part 3
When we met I was depressed and sang lots of Johnny Hobo songs
I drank more than I ate and thought about how everything had gone wrong
Well now I'm drinking less and I've aged a little bit
But I'm still depressed, Pat the Bunny's dead, and Chris Clavin is a piece of shit
When the fuck won't I feel betrayed
By the people I've met along the fucking way
I rewrote this song again
Promising myself I'd write letters to all my friends
It won't be everyday, but I'll make god damn sure that I remember
To change the fucking font from Arial to Helvetica
'Cause if there's one thing I learned from being with you, it's the type of fonts that I shouldn't use
Because Arial is just a re-rendering of Helvetica, they stabbed right in the fucking back
Just like the people I looked up to when I was a kid
When the fuck won't I feel betrayed
By the people I've met along the fucking way
I rewrote this song again
Promising myself I'd write letters to all my friends
It won't be everyday, but I'll make god damn sure that I remember
To change the fucking font from Arial to Helvetica
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7. |
Hugh Manns
01:09
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Misconception
I can't see in all directions
Because although I'm a recluse
That doesn't mean I have eight eyes
Or legs, or other spider things
But my words are venom
Used to paralyze my victims
And ensnare them in my web of deceit
Misdirection
Review your skewed perception
My forked tongue speaks in circles
But I don't walk on my belly
Or shed my skin
But my words are venom
Used to paralyze my victims
So I can swallow them whole and store them in my belly
Misinterpretation
Take another look at my grin
I might smile like a Cheshire cat
But that tea is getting to you
A very merry unbirthday to you
My words are venom
Used to dispose of my victims
Deception and subterfuge are the tools of our species
And that's a fucking shame
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8. |
Sylvia Plathstered
02:23
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I bite my nails, I twirl my hair
Shaking hands and stuttered words
A half smile, a vacant stare
Stumbling, fumbling all my nerves
I am the trash under your feet
I am the ash from you cigarette
I'm the last swill in you bottle
I'm the used condom on your motel floor
An empty bottle, a broken mirror
Self prescribed to make things clearer
Another drink straight down the hatch
I'll wake up to the aftermath
I am the trash under your feet
I am the ash from you cigarette
I'm the last swill in you bottle
I'm the used condom on your motel floor
I wake up to another day
Take a breath of nicotine
Continue the cycle of decay
Living a life of disarray
I am the trash under your feet
I am the ash from you cigarette
I'm the last swill in you bottle
I'm the used condom on your motel floor
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You call us faggots, you call us queers
Treat us like we're less than peers
Yelling obscenities like it's no big deal
Shut the fuck up before we make you
Cops are killing people every day
But you're more caught up about people being gay
Like gay marriage is some how worse
Like we'd want to get married in your homophobic church
Holy matrimony is for a man and a woman
According to the biblical definition
but Little Corey said it best, so I'll say it too
"Fuck you and fuck your parents too"
One Ring to rule them all
One Ring to find them
One Ring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them
Trying to limit basic human rights
With your own opinions and stereotypes
Life, liberty, the pursuit of hapiness
But only if you're white and cis
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Dear Cat,
01:22
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Dear cat, how've you been?
I'm not gettin' much sleep
The drugs ain't kicked in
And I'm tired and weak
I gotta work in the morning
But I might call off
'cause I'm sick and I'm tired
And I wanna lie in bed with my dog
Perfect and sane thoughts flow through my brain
Then all of a sudden I'm crying and babbling
Nothing can help the state that I'm in
I'm sorry I'm not a better friend
Burnt out and pissed
Sick and tired of all this
Existential
Crisis
Blurred vision in a spinning room with nothing but my thoughts
Wondering if I am the Kwisatz Haderach
But I must not fear, because fear is the mind-killer
And I cannot decide if I like David Lynch's Dune
Dear cat, did you like Dune?
I hope that you're doing well
We'll see each other soon
'cause all cats we go to hell
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11. |
Queer the Cisdom
01:58
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From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea
Creations revealing your majesty
From the colors of fall, to the fragrance of spring
Every creature unique in the song that it sings
All exclaiming
Indescribable, uncontainable
You placed the stars in the sky and you know them by name
But it's such a shame
'Cause I'm going to hell
For being myself
And it's at your command
My blood on your hands
But believe it or not
I gave it a shot
Six years of my life
I prayed to your Christ
But then we had a talk
While I was down on my luck
And you told me that I did not give a fuck
That's when I "fell from Grace"
Became a disgrace
Stopped going to church
Gave up on self worth
But he is, all powerful, untameable
Awestruck we fall to our knees and we humbly proclaim
My prayers were in vain!
Now I'm doing real swell
Condemned to hell
Jesus might have died
But my sins are mine
And after I die
If I come to the river styx
Let's hope I smell like so much alcohol
Charon thinks I'm Dionysus
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12. |
ACAB for Crusty
01:46
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Smoke 'em down to the filter
40's of malt liquor
You gotta be frugal
What the fuck is an oogle?
No gods, no masters
No pope, no pastors
No beams, no rafters
All cops are bastards!
Face tats in 'nola
Whiskey and cola
Drunk by the train tracks
Comparin' skanks, bibs, and 30 racks
No jobs, no bosses
No religions, no crosses
No hopes, no dreams
Patch up all the broken seams
Show up late for the show
No donations, but drunk as hell
Won't let my dog near the stage
Do any of y'all even ride freight trains?
No hitchin', no cars
Sleepin' under the stars
No PC, no tact
There ain't no such thing as Leftöver Crack!
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How did this happen? How did I get to here?
Lot of liquor, lots of beer
Lots of self deprivation, my ego's not that big
Drowning in desperation, I need a cigarette
These shatter proof forties don't represent my broken soul
Because my hopes and dreams they died a long time ago
I might still have aspirations, but they don't amount to much
That's why I need a breakable bottle to hold my liquid crutch
Fuck my life, all I want to do is die
So I'll pour a drink to suppress my anxiety
A drink for my depression, so I can pretend to belong
A drink for the fun of it, pass out on the lawn
These shatter proof forties don't represent my broken soul
Because my hopes and dreams they died a long time ago
I might still have aspirations, but they don't amount to much
That's why I need a breakable bottle to hold my liquid crutch
Wake up with the shakes, what the fuck is going on?
Take a swig of whiskey to move the day along
Hair of the dog, the best cure for a hangover
The real trick to it is never being sober
That's the alcohol, I am the liquor
Because my doctor said that would kill me quicker
And as I said, I just want to die
Bury me in poverty, call it a night
These shatter proof forties don't represent my broken soul
Because my hopes and dreams they died a long time ago
I might still have aspirations, but they don't amount to much
That's why I need a breakable bottle to hold my liquid crutch
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14. |
Satan Makes Me Cum
01:15
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I am a wretched wretch retching
A sobbing sleep deprived sap
Maybe that's a little rhetoric
But it's true to my nature in fact
Because I am forever alone
It's not that everyone leaves me, I drive them away
Eternally hiding in my room
Dying inside more and more each day
I'm the only company I have because I'm a recluse
A mirror is the self loathing narcissists only muse
So I sit at home everyday wondering why
If winter is coming, then why can't I?
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
That when I'm masturbating
It's the best love that I've had
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