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Subculture 666
02:04
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Do Something Right
02:13
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When I was child my mother said to me
You will grow up to be nothing
Because you're a man and men are all pigs
You might as well just cut off your dick
Like searching for corn in a shit village
Born an amoral sacrilege
To my mantras that I stick
Don't kiss or love them only lick
Always lost no keys to home
On this dirt path that I roam
Moldy old decrepit bones
Piles of garbage as my throne
The heat of hate can let me be
Shirtless under one degree
My bloodshot eyes won't let me see
That I live my life so pointlessly
It won't matter when I lose my hair
Live is already plenty unfair
My ego's got nothing to bear
Why should I even give a care?
But I just want to do something right
My past is all gone there's no future in sight
Why can I only fuck up my life
When I just want to do something right
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3. |
The Shredder
01:32
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Shredder floats in without a sound
And sees you there on the ground
Just know you're already fucked
When she decides to pick to up
Don't you know about the Shredder?
You will never forget her
She'll shred you up
Don't let her
The Shredder
Shredding hope, shredding truth
Shredding through your fleeting youth
Til you're nothing but tainted shards
Shredded pieces to discard
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4. |
Melatonin Milkshake
01:47
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Why can't I
Fall asleep at night
Doomed to lie awake
Melatonin Milkshake
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5. |
Waiting for Tonite
01:15
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Done with all this strife
I'm gunna end my life
Whether wrong or right
I'm gunna end my life
Waiting for tonite
I'm gunna end my life
Once I grab this knife
I'm gunna end my life
Don't care about my wife
I'm gunna end my life
I'm gunna end my life
I'm gunna end my life
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6. |
The Melonhead
01:52
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7. |
Dead Sense
02:46
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Another Saturday night once again all alone
Laying down on my side staring at my phone
Insecurity is the key that I need
To lock myself within cage of unrest and unease
And I am always prone
To bouts of too full grown
Don't think of what you see
Don't feed these fantasies
Get up have a smoke and toke
Of course that'll ease my pain
The pain of being unfulfilled
And chasing fleeting gain
Maybe if I stare at stars
I'll have an epiphany
Instead I only see black sky
And realize it's only me
Lonesome with a kink in my neck
Two drags of a cigarette
Won't change what will be
A dead sense of sympathy
If I was to die would I attend my own funeral
Don't waste your time on an escapist rhetorical
To be free is to be sad
Because freedom makes you think
Thoughts only lead to thoughts
More thoughts lead to a drink
Two shots of cheap gin
Three more until I win
The prize of unsung hope
The pride of untied rope
Do I even have friend?
Am I means to an end?
Can I live in the now?
Have I forgotten how?
Lonesome with a kink in my neck
Two drags of a cigarette
Won't change what will be
A dead sense of sympathy
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Syphon
01:45
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Lived my whole life as I pleased
Only to be unappeased
Syphon through my memories
Ignore them think of what could be
Lucid scenes that I can change
But only in my shifting brain
Mold and sculpt til what remains
Is happiness that I can feign
Malcontent and misery
I'll have some with my morning tea
Sweetened by malignant me
A breakfast of misanthropy
How can looking forward help
When I can replace my past self
With a man of social wealth
To be seen by no one else
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Denim Skull Los Angeles, California
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