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Slipped Disco
03:55
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Namesake it I’ll second rate it, the kids’ll hate it,
I got it - I got it - got it, I’ll break it - I’ll break - I’m breaking it
Scissor is it sister? Transition and say you miss her,
I’ll bill it, I wish I wished, I miss it, I really miss it (oh).
Can’t speak of numbers, I’ll stumble, I’ll rain and thunder,
yeah look - yeah look alive, it’s 1 - 2 3 4 5
Batter out the clatter, yeah numbers just sound much sadder
Yeah they say they play they more,
Well do it slower than before, do it 1 2 3 4
I’d love her,
Destroy her,
But never know.
I’d love her,
Destroy her,
And let it go x2
You said our solace was sacred,
You said you were my immoral,
You said you kept me sane
And for that we’d never be the same.
But am I wrong?
I don’t mind that I found it hard
Felt it rising in my stomach
Like I’m stood before a crowd
A butterfly effect
Into a wretch over the sink
And I don’t know what to think
Oh god I don’t what to think, AGH
But this is new
I thought I knew
It could be the booze
The news
The style mile
The abused
And no I’m not enthused
And no I’m not amused
‘Cus I’m used to being used
Oh god I’m used to being used
Oh god I’m used to being used
I’m used to being used [x2]
There stolen far, not half a beat from who they are
God, I’m used to being used.
There stolen near, bias seized, and in their fear,
they’re used, forlorn 1 2 3 4
But when we wake into a ricochet echo screaming round, I see my soul wait wait
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2. |
Flesh Prince
03:46
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He deals with it alone and prone to picking apart
A striking blow à la carte in a cake bake stake out
Try and fade your body out flesh it out FLESH IT OUT
Sing it like a cynic, scream “yellow belly take out”
Oh I’ll say what I want, they say what they want,
I’ll say what I want, OH YEAH
I’ll say what I want, they’re buying it up,
I’m scraping it down - Oh yeah?
I’ll say what I want, I’m cutting it down,
Before I get soft Oh Yeah
I’m sick sick, I’m sick to death
Click click click, Receiver’s dead
The ringing in, My fucking head
Drinking, kill me
Sing it, banshee
Take my, girl Out
Watch her, watch me
Watch us burning
I am bent, out of a shape
Of shifting taste, [Oh what a waste]
Sinking dread and red undress...
I stuck it in the freezer
I don’t talk about it
I’m keeping it a secret
I don’t think about it
Liars and thieves,
Make beds like these,
Leave it to bleed out.
Killer instincts,
Stay sharp as tongues,
Leave it to bleed out.
I’m running round and round I go, as I try to piece this little voice in my head, telling me to stop grinding my teeth, cause I’ll wake her, it’s all about those notes I left on the back of my eyelids, those stories I keep telling myself as I’d raise every little white flag to that impeccable and fucking unjustifiable fear - it’s all fun and games as I’d watch it go all down your throat - that little moment of pleasure in this otherwise abysmal turn of events.
He deals with it alone and prone to picking apart
A striking blow à la carte in a cake bake stake out
Try and fade your body out flesh it out FLESH IT OUT
Sing it like a cynic, scream yellow belly take out
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3. |
Scartography
04:56
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Classy act, how she got it, how she sick
Yeah she just does me, does me quick
Alone saloon give me the bricks
Yeah she just wears that typa shit
I gotta get another retail slip, what a trip -[City suck and slip]
I wanna feel another strip and grip, suck my lip - [mattress see atrophy]
I gotta make another basement trap, strap ‘em back - [so don’t step to me]
I want my fucking money back
Hang on the lashes, drag on the back till it weights you, hates you, vigour, fervour.
Push in your hand to your chest and then dig round your ribs
and then clutching it hold out your heart [Hold out your heart]
In out, shake it all about
I took the first sip for the second time
But the third tattered temple wasn’t far behind
And the fourth, the one that mattered
Dodged a deadly decline, but only for a time
And I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t so unkind
Bite, bite, bite, no brothers left behind
Hang round - Rockin the boat oh, whatever wake me up in the photo,
Remember choking, running the rally off course and oh my god
Slam it in my cadaver
All I can hear is laughter
[Ha ha]
Only if I can have her
Slam it in my cadaver
[Ha ha ha ha]
Cut off an ear and after
All I can hear is laughter
[Ha ha ha ha ha ha]
All I can hear is laughter
ALL I CAN HEAR IS LAUGHTER
Batting the lashes, nails in the back till you Bleed, Down Your Ass.
It all moves past, fall into the crash
Stuck in my throat, calcified
I took the first sip for the second time
But the third tattered temple wasn’t far behind
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Bukkake Veyron
02:20
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But he better yeah the shittier the weather with the cancer eating away,
Trend setter, Yeah? Fuckin bed wetter with the shit dripping down his knees
Yeah?? Fuck yeah, I don’t care. I don’t want it, should’a caught it, but I’m already there.
And in the middle little itty bitty shitty bits of nitty gritty gather round me, I don’t care, What?
Feel the sky split the earth with the crust cutting deeper to be
What I have’s all I got born in the toss of the sea
I don’t know when it started I don’t know where it ends
It’s sticking to the kicking puckered planet and the waters dripping up it again
Hold on, Drag the hooch
Hold on, Grab the roots
but he better now he shittier than ever with the wind staring back at him
well he watches the world thrown up in the arches of death he begins to grin
shit out the bowels of god
the greatest show on earth
raze
Hold on
Drag the hooch
Hold on
Grab the roots
Clutch up the earth
into its
throngs
of piss
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