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Walls Covered In Mildew
02:21
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If I could just stay on my feet for an entire day
So my bones don’t feel like they’re made out of clay
I think I’d be at ease
Cuz my thoughts are a tease
And they don’t really represent me
One day I’ll just replace this with something that’s equally
Foolish and pointless and dumb
Moronic and dense, obsessively intense, illogically stubborn
No clear rule of thumb
In this useless conversation
I don’t know what to say
And what to take away
And what to take away
It’s not like I’d care
And I doubt it matters
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Bonanza City, NM
01:57
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Taking down my blood work
Cuz we’re searching for a cancerous cell
Breaking my enamel down
It’s the strongest thing I’ll ever know
And people have room to grow
(and I’ve got room to learn)
So let’s learn about each other and the others we don’t know
Reading all the forums
Of the covered space below
But I don’t know the science
Just to forget these fucking sideblows
We learn about the lines we toe
(to keep ourselves in check)
Reintroduce the feeling of appealing to what you know
My eyes will just roll over
I know it’s getting pretty old
It’s time I gouge them out (my eyes)
It’s time I gouge them out
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Fill Up Ur Cup
02:08
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They say this one
Who’s so upfront
They’ve got the stuff
Violent asshole
Who takes the role
Of that’s enough
Ignore the public
Service announcement
Cuz you’re so tough
Chased down by
Your own well-being
And it’s a bluff
So you fill up ur cup
And look around and notice
No one’s watching you
So you climb on right up
Just so you can prosper
There’s a name for that
Oh no I won’t catch up
When everyone’s moving on
And I still fuck with that
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Boaking
02:09
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What do you make that stupid face for?
Clean clothes and your fancy decor
Takes too long to find you
Walls covered in mildew
And I’ve got such a futile ringtone
And I’ve never broken a bone
No depth here to explain
Just reasons to complain
And I’m gonna store this on my top shelf
I’ve got a pile of dirty clothes that
Missed the basket and I won’t fix that
Can’t find it in my gut
The energy to pick them up
And now it’s 3:00 AM
Toothbrush on the other end
I think I might doze off
Morning dry mouth standoff
All these games I play with myself
I’m gonna store them on my top shelf
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5. |
Twitch
02:10
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I got my weak pulse yeah
That or I can’t locate it
Like I got brand new tires
And they’re already deflated
It’s just a slow leak yeah
That or it’s all in my head
Don’t mean to fuel a fire
But there’s no common thread
There’s just this muscle twitch that I can’t
Tell if I created with my mind
If I could flip a switch to change this
I’d punch the currents out of line
So the circuits can’t combine
Pat it down
(I won’t let it burn, I don’t wanna let it burn)
Down
(I won’t let it burn, I don’t wanna let it burn)
Burning down
(why’d you leave it out to burn? I don’t wanna let it burn)
Down
(I won’t let it burn, I don’t wanna let it burn)
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Onion People
02:49
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Do I look any different?
I own a pretty glassy eye
I’m sorry if that’s confusing
But I can’t let the meaning pass easily by
I’ll try cultivating mass
If someone pushed me
I’d hit the ground, cut up my face,
And let them stare me down
But if that
Feels too cold
Just react
As you're told
Just inside
It’s so warm
My insight
Deformed
It’s what half my heart would say
I can’t find any other way
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7. |
[interlude]
00:53
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Do you know where you’re gonna go?
I wish I knew cuz this shit blows
I should spend my nights at different shows
And all alone
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Go Kick Rocks!
02:18
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If you could see through
A body would you
Ever hesitate to tell the truth?
I think they can see me
There is no secrecy
I think they can see me
If this shiver won’t pass
Like I asked
I’m gonna lose my brain
I’m gonna lose my brain
This foul sense that I have
It won’t pass
What am I feeding myself?
What am I feeding myself?
I’ve been searching for a better way
To speak eloquently but I can’t say
If all these people that I know
Would treat me better if I’d just let go
I’ve been searching for a stronger detector
For the bunk shit cuz all these projectors
Make me wanna just ditch this scene
Start all over and wipe the slate clean
I’ve been searching for a place that’ll hold
The cracks are thin and the people are care free
The frames where the doors were are wide open
We don’t fucking care cuz no one’ll break in
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Let Me Be Clearp
04:06
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lyrics
I hear you
I hear you
I hear you
Talk too slow
Talk too slow
Talk too slow
Talk too slow
And now I’ve ruffled the feathers
Of this sad little bird
And now it’s battered and weathered
And rarely ever heard
And I bleed from my mouth
And I bleed from my mouth
And I bleed from my mouth
And I bleed from my mouth
And after that
Once we’ve cleaned out the sink
Pathetic nod and a wink
Yeah we can say that my mouth’s clean
And after that
Once we’ve wiped it all down
And no one else is around
Yeah we can say that my mouth’s clean
Say my mouth’s clean
And it feels like my insides
Will never let me go back
And I feel like this provides
Enough content to unpack
And I feel like my train of thought
Has created this blind spot
Where everything seems to get caught
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10. |
Chuzz-wuzzers
02:16
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Praise the ones you know
Praise the ones you know
Praise the ones you know
If you think you know
Where your stomach goes
When it whines and moans and groans
Groans
And groans
Groans
If you think you know
The burning in your throat
What do you have to show?
If you think you know
Where your stomach goes
When it wants to be alone
Put the flashlight down
Keep your people around
Watch em’ pound for pound
If you think you know
Where your stomach goes
When it whines and moans and groans
Groans
Groans
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11. |
Warm
03:14
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Let’s pour water on the bed
And destroy everything we have
And when it freezes we’ll break bread
And melt it with our collective breath
I wanna crawl inside the dishwasher
I wanna see what happens in there
I can’t withstand the temperatures
And the burns will break me down beyond repair
Why did we come all the way here?
Why did we come all the way here?
Why did we come all the way here?
Was it just so we could be reassured?
I’ve got no words for any of this
But I gotta admit I feel quite warm at this moment
And I’ve got nowhere to sit
And that’s ok, is that a sign that I’m growing?
I’ve got no words for any of this
(I feel quite warm at this moment)
And I’ve got nowhere to sit
(I feel quite warm at this moment)
I’ve got no words for any of this
(I feel quite warm at this moment)
And I’ve got nowhere to sit
(I feel quite warm at this moment)
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