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america
03:31
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america on ecstasy
the proletariat reckoning
there's only one martyr for the xanax nausea
and he just stole pills from his sleeping grandfather
there's no reprieve from the overload
from the advertisement art and the blue-eyed soul
we focus grouped these demons and they tested well
so, let's summon them at harvest with a sacrificial spell
the saccharine gliss on the 3d-printed breasts
and the vomit on the corner of a standardized test
isn't it aesthetic to display your pain?
boy, we're all stuck standing in the acid rain
the honeybees are dyin' at a spooky rate
why don't we just find a hole to hide and masturbate?
a useless piss of ideas like this will never stop a girl from slicin' up her wrists
the laugh track people all got cancer and died
yea the only joy we see's from people who aren't alive
there's no sad part about dying now
your thumbprint leaves a gravestone on computers anyhow
the only thing that's better over something that was
is that we all love faggots and we all hate the fuzz
if you feel offended, rightfully so
ignore the name, the hunger game's another game show
i haven't felt a thing in a number of weeks but somebody just broke my candy crush streak
if world war three is the prophecy i hope the radiation makes a super-soldier outta me
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2. |
perriwinkle blue
04:22
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i don't want the blue moon light
i don't wanna be that guy
shuffling up a box of things to say
crinkle up the treasure map
plug it in an active jack
tumble from the worn out washed up ways
what is in your music?
it just live to breathe?
only something worth your time that conjures up a need
let's arrive at special
color tap the feel
only something worth your time that radiates your eels
shatter every jailhouse hedge
zipper up the jagged edge
wring it in your fingers till it's made
you're falling off an ancient cliff
sing to every stone you're with
if you stop to think, you'll be too late
what is in your anxious?
cross out sticky touch
caterwaul your curtains, twirl it
while it proves a rush
let's arrive at special
color tap the feel
only something worth your time that radiates your eels
well, i say, senorita
i have got my crosshair set on you
my perriwinkle blue
searching for a long time
i will strike me blind if i have to
my perriwinkle blue.
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stargazer
05:57
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so, i did something wrong
glitter glue mixed with blood on the lawn
chorus of lemon trees
i climb and pluck the gushing fruit with my teeth
desire got me there
with no-one left to help me down
but i couldn't live on the bitter crumbs
that the tattered gloves were passing out
glazed in my lonely bliss
meander under flickering stars
trapped in the gust of the dusty trees
at the mercy of a murderous heart
first met you in the sky
happy just to be a fool on your side
dew-drops we plucked and ate
my thought that it would save us now was too late
your secret on a leash
lost your locket at the beach
slipped in a breeze from my careless hand
and swallowed up forever in the churning sand
i want to change for you
don't you want me to?
just show me where to go like the stars in the cosmos
all that i want's a charm of bees buzzing my note
for when my ancient ringing bell gets lodged in my throat
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4. |
rabbit
04:37
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sea-sick
05:10
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a star from afar
beautiful and white and dumb, for anyone
just look up
but when you are orbiting the star
you will curl and turn to dust
the colors and shapes your mind makes
the words to fill in the blanks
they are always fantastic and vague and great
but they're only words to make you bored
your wondering eyes
easy on a silhouette, drunken by mystery
those eyes magnified recognize cyan and violet and red
a face takes the space
occupied by fantasies, philosophies and what could be
It is what exists
it is overwhelming, it is more that misty dreams that make you sick of me
i don't wanna get you sea-sick of me
but the sky is spilled ink
the waves are orange crush
the sails are tearing
and the hull is dragging on a rug of phosphorescent crust
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blank initiation
05:18
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i have dreamt about tonight
or had nightmares about tomorrow night
you lost your opals
but i stay hopeful
god doesn't fret your melancholy
we all say nothing and we are nobody sometimes
you have blank masses you must attend
find symmetry, carve out a corner in an only friend
the thunderhead cover, we all discover...
they're putting plastics on their skin
they're shutting something in
you'll find yourself someone else
peel off the stickers
you'll find yourself someone else
blank initiation
talk lesson
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Maddock Erie, Pennsylvania
Seth, Evan and Andrew makin' jams
Post-Punk / Dance-Punk
inactive
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