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Shotgunnin
02:11
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But, right now
I’d rather shotgun and die
than hear about the most important parts of your life.
I’d rather rot away my brain
than hear you explain the wonder of living today again.
Give me a piece, of peace
I just wanna see how it feels to be living in a world devoid of misery,
misery, misery and disarray
the shoulder and the blade are mightier than the mind or the say,
the say, the words we say
every single day again to friends that mean nothing in the end,
the end, the end of time
but time is not a line so we think we are while we were and will be,
will be, how happy we’ll be
so you say but you’ll see how long it takes to fend off the misery.
Misery, will stay with me.
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Let Go Round
01:50
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Lemme go, where I won’t have to try anymore
Lemme go, straight out of your life, and mine.
To a place where the sun don’t shine,
but no one cares and everything’s fine.
I wanna leave my hometown at least a thousand times
I’d leave forever the first time, if that didn’t mean I couldn’t leave again.
Abandon! Every stupid face I know
Tell em all that I love them, right before I go.
But all my friends should know I don’t love them
and thats okay, I guess I shouldn’t care anyway
just hate us all, again and again and again
maybe I shouldn’t keep saying that I love them?
Let me go, where the wind don’t blow
and the sun don’t shine and the leaves are white!
Let me go, where the birds don’t crow
and I’ve got no eyes and it’s all quiet!
Let me go, where no one knows
and no one talks it’s all quiet
Let me go, through golden glow
holy river flow, true eternal silent.
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O Pillow
02:29
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Don’t need sleep I refuse to sleep
I’ll stay up all night till the goddamn daylight
I don’t sleep, cause sleep’s for the weak
sleep’ll eat me if I dont beat it, see
I can’t go to sleep cause I’ll never wake up
been awake so long I donno how to stop
open eyes till I die, fried mind is how I
wanna be cause sleep’s an impossibility
CHORUS:
O, pillow, let me be can’t you see my spine is twine from atrophy
I’ll break my neck every time you try to hold me, love me, let me be! I can’t sleep.
Espresso in my coffee but I still can’t really talk, see
I’ma morning person, hate the night but till lunch I still can’t walk right
my body should be fine but I’m aching all the time
I like the waking world but already feel so old
If I slept through the night I’d be alright
morning calories, efficient activity
breakfast is my favorite meal
but I don’t run on ATP I walk off how I feel
(CHORUS)
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Untitled
01:58
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PUNK SONG
02:08
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DIY
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Revoltlution
01:08
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The propagation of a supposed “instigation” of revolution
is what makes me wanna instigate a revolution.
Perception of anarchy is illusioned;
everyone is so afraid of revolution.
Such a blind eye only sees it as conclusion
of the stagnant state they love,
where all the decisions are made above.
They see it as nothing more,
than an impractical state of chaos for kids that are bored.
But don’t they know what it means to revolve?
It’s not an expectation that we’ll all just be absolved
from all or any of our past beliefs,
just a hope that we’ll learn what they mean.
Like our mother earth we’ll spin and let our leaves fall off.
And the flora seems more lush every winters end,
it’s maddening to know that the cold will come again.
but the strongest fauna evolves
to extremophiles with such resolve,
that they’ll survive any which way she might revolve.
So I do hope for a day,
we’ll come together to find a way,
to stop fighting and be our own cops,
instead of sitting through this eternal winter while our spirits rot.
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I Hate ATMs
01:58
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Today is full of power if you look
you can feel that power, but only if you look.
my life’s got meaning, my life’s got feeling
forget existing and start just being.
Being cool, and being cruel.
Being crude, and being a fool.
tomatoes taste like honey if you try
cold water tastes like soda and is pretty like dye.
Today I saw a cop pull up at an ATM,
and almost forgot how much I hate them.
forgot I hate cops, forgot I hate life,
forgot I hate the establishment and forgot I hate trying
but mostly I forgot I fucking hate ATMs.
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