1. |
The Bother In Large
01:46
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force fed all your lies
like flies
they cloud my eyes
cataracts
now you're blind
dancing eyes
don't act
like
you
fucking
care
you were never truly there
too drunk to love
but good enough to fucking drive
let the cataracts smother your eyes
beat me
rape me
yell every word you know that
hurts me
then laugh
in my face and ask me why I'm crying
you were never truly there
too drunk to love
but good enough to fucking drive
branded on my tongue
force fed that you're the man i should become
now that she is gone
I'll be leaving too
everything that held us together is now at peace forever
do your best to remember this feeling
cause you're likely to forget it by the morning
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2. |
Dead Fish
01:35
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lying under diffused moonlight
wind like the teeth of a lover
nipping at exposed skin
lips tingling from nicotine
empty and broken
attention unspoken
the words that we speak
love, like blood to a blade
my life given, just to break
could I extinguish every light in this place?
I feel as though I could sink straight through the earth
drowning my sorrows
I am
drowning my sorrows
forever I will be
drowning my sorrows
the sight of me will cease to be
drowning my sorrows
soon no air to breathe
drowning my sorrows
what was your favorite number
or the name of your first lover
where was the place you wanted to
visit when midwinter left
spring smiles while fall eats our hearts
I fall apart every day
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3. |
Pink Parts
01:27
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broken home
broken home
slit your wrists for this Broken home
all hail mother with withered womb
slit your wrists to this song
incandescent dreams
longing for reprieve
no sooner than her death
did we burn each other down
burn each other down
burn each other down
So now life happens to be matter of fact
Look where you’re at
are you happy yet
burning light from the comfort of your bed
you and I are better off dead
broken home
broken home
slit your wrist for this broken home
all hail mother with withered womb
slit your wrists to this song
choke on smoke in this empty room
bury your father soon, there’s always room
make your bed to this song
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4. |
Strawberry Ice Cream
02:08
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pretty in pink
pale as cream
Strawberry Ice Cream
eating you till you leave
worm drive
transferring torque from one identity
Into a senseless being
nothing is quite as contrived
opulent taste pushed into overdrive
hair too short to lay flat
how fucking cute is that
hair too short to lay flat
how fucking cute is that
purge me of whole
piss upon me my love and fear
tell me how each and every
one of your insecurities
how they ripped you apart
how they broke you down
how you're happier now
in your little shell
would you be willing to tell me how
they've led you to now
know how to overcome everything
fuckin dig you bro
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5. |
Danger Music Number 9
02:29
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self medication
self medication
self medication
self medication
akin to swallowing these razor blades
finds its way into my veins
severing them from myself
along with ties to everyone
string together my mistakes
pull them taught
wrap that cord round my neck
hang me in front
of everyone I love
my mind is a system of balances left unchecked
now I’m slipping off the edge
there has never been, nor will there ever be, an opportunity for me to grow
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:)Bookburner! Zion, Illinois
Internet band of Andrew Rodriguez (The Satans) and Patrick D. Hogan (PlasticBag FaceMask/Time Bomb) because we're both sad all the time.
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