1. |
God
04:03
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It's a matter of time
To climb out form the grim
But if you're not feeling the burn
You'll never learn
Of the divine
(what?)
Speaking of myth
It's all in the wrist
So let's have a tryst
But not in the midst
Of the divine
Entropy is a lie
For creation defies
Any notion that death
Is eternal rest
For all is divine
(Fuck)
Yo, get with the plan
No one is damned
Except for those who choose
To pair off in twos
And even then that's
Fine
Speaking of Jason
It's not about Jason
Nor the free masons
The truth is inside
To those who confide
In the the divine
(of the divine)
Fuck.
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2. |
Yellow
04:16
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The greed of your poverty
Seeds reaped inside of me
Gazing on the rares case
your eyes
so yellow
Throw out the pottery
Invest in the lottery
Shirt peels up
your skin so yellow
Your eyes
Yellow
Your sin
Mellow
Alive, not alive
All joy derived
Derided
Set it aside
Stay safe inside
[Jazz.]
It would have been nice
But I can't expect you to be someone you're not
Now can I?
[End Jazz]
Something inside of me
That I could privatize
Something arriving in
Something so yellow
I could be civilized
Head full of sympathy
I don't know what to be
Something so yellow
I could be ladalaa la la
SOMETHING SO YELLOW
Ladeelalala
SOMETHING SO YELLOW
My heart sank
When I came up the stairs
Having smoked a joint with Paull
I was in the hall
When you said
"Lot of good pulls in this one"
And you showed off all the rares and the holofoils
That you had gathered, including my prize packs
and yes, I had intended to give them to you
It still would have been nice
If you'd asked
If you'd asked
If you'd asked
If you'd have remembered
If you'd asked
If you'd asked
If we'd have done something
Together
Your eyes so yellow
Your skin so yellow
Your eyes so yellow
Your belly yellow
Paint it all yellow
Paint it all yellow
YELLOW
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3. |
Hentai
03:48
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Afflicted by boredom
You remember what that whore's done
Frustrated by the state you masturbate
To hentai
Never meant to gentrify
But the yearning it intensifies
Now your money's where your mouth is
And the rent's high (and getting higher)
Never felt so dire
as when you came inside her
How can you be tired
After the first time?
Not tryna call you a liar
But I think you could be higher
Take another pill and you'll be
Feeling fine
Get a grip bitch
You're champing at the bit
With my teeth on your clit
Flickin' 'til you cry
Call me depraved
When you're the one acting the slave
Each phrase you say plagiarized
"You know, McDonald's has the best fries!"
Killin' it
While I'm fillin' it
You know it's all in the wrist
And core strength
Babe, no hate
But when we consumate
My mind's still lost in time
Dreaming of hentai
I like hentai
I like hentai
I like hentai
I like hentai
You don't wanna get off alone
So you let me into your home
It's not enough over the phone
You wanna be prone bone
You're lying to your mother
Saying that it's another
But you know this ain't her first
Rodeo
Hey there little boy
Now that you're my toy
There's no need to be coy
Let's let ourselves go
Spread out on the floor
Begging me for more
Acting like some slut out of
Hentai
You've been reading smut
Now you wanna do it in the butt
But not too rough
(Well you're out of luck)
Callin' your bluff
It's clear you wanna fuck
Now I'm distending your gut
Just like in hentai
Blood-soaked leather
For her pleasure
If cleanliness is godliness
Then you better lap it up
When you weigh your heart against Maat's feather
Expect to do no better
Than to be cast aside for all time
For what you've done to your nethers
I like hentai
I like hentai
I like hentai
I like hentai
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4. |
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Oh yeah they put it up
In the sky
For all to see
They put you down
Towards the ground
Face in the mud
Told you: "Don't see, don't look,
Just take this rope
You're not good enough
Take this rope
And drag"
That's how they put it up
In the sky
For you and me
To gaze upon
For us to realize
We'd never, we'd never
Get that far
We'd never do anything that was really worth doing
So why try?
You know, I feel pretty good
Being a big brick layer for the Pharaoh
Like, someone has to do it
Someone has to do it
And, you know, it's not glamorous
It's not glamorous
But it's a job
That's how they put it up
That's how they put it up
It was you
Your arms
Your flesh
Your brain
You
For this?
It was you
Who put it up
It was you
Who laid the wood
It was you
Who sweat and bled
And tried
But will the scribes write your story down?
Will anyone really remember?
Or will they look and say:
Look what they did.
That's how they put it up.
They aren't you,
They are you
They didn't put it up
You put it up
You put it up, man
You're the one who fucking put that thing up there
For us to look at
You put up a great big lie
For everyone
Massive
And we despair
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5. |
Hurt Me
04:38
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[Delete this]
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6. |
A Dumb Sound
05:59
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I can't stand this ringing in my ears no more
I need something to think about
The way they talk, I need something to drown it out
But my mom sends me another Daily Mail article again
And now, I'm not saying you can't enjoy it
If that's something you like, I guess, but listen to me, LISTEN:
I'm saying I can't
I can't take it
I don't wanna go to J C Penny's, Mom
It's so much more than the lies they spew
On the nightly news
I hate the way they dress, the way they talk
The way they are
It's much much more more than what they read
Or how they feed
I hate how they are
So, so like this woman, she promises my Dad
She guarantees she can cure his tinnitus with acupuncture
He's like, "Well, what do I have to lose?"
Six sessions later, no change (of course)
You know what? Sometimes I get this ringing in my ear
So I looked it up online, and you know what?
Turns out tinnitus is a psychosomatic condition
It's a matter of will
It's a matter of will
It's so much more than the lies they spew
On the nightly news
I hate the way they dress, the way they talk
The way they are
It's much much more more than what they read
Or how they feed
I hate how they are
[interlude]
My will runs strong (ad nauseam)
Sometimes I get this ringing in my ear
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7. |
Making Rent
03:58
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Life is free
But not a place to live
They don't care
About my motives
Friends will give
Well beyond their means
So don't be surprised
When the tethers fray
Don't be afraid when your left alone
Without a hearth
The damned wander the streets
Paid out by hellbound hearts to weak
Granting them
The benefit of doubt
But what is your trip
Really all about?
You eat your meals just for the calories
When's the last time you took to breathe
For yourself?
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8. |
Fish Flop
03:56
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9. |
Dihydroergotamine
04:38
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Feel dumb
The sun won't come up with rent
chopped into pieces
some horror flick accident
didn't mean it
brains like cement
why not lament
your lack of commitment, son?
what?
you didn't get the memo?
so hit me up on venmo
or cut me in at ten percent
friends owe nothing, but you ain't my friend, it's evident
I'm down to forgo payment
to winnow you
from the crew
(I don't wanna be afraid anymore)
Speaker of the house
acting like a louse
who gives a fuck about your babbling books
your curated looks
stormtroopers at your beck and call
moving rooks diagonally
then calling down the law on me
God help me, but don't save the queen
She's got what's coming, gonna make her scream
out in pleasure, penetrate her nethers
conquering her gambit with the classic nimzo-indian
(I don't wanna be afraid anymore)
this condo development
is a grave-yard for elephants
Riding in on a dark horse
waiting on this migraine to run its course
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10. |
Red
04:44
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My skin turns red
The hue of Martian soil
I could feel the ire
Brewing in the mire of my brain
The same refrain
That went and crashed the plane
My skin turns red
My skin turns red
And I know it's the fear within my head
I want the sane cords to dredge me from this place
My skin turns red
Are you listening now?
Your eyes are pale like the pale of the moon
I hate you
You don't deserve these lyrics
What?
Make way
Coming outside, the bike lock is in tatters
No sign of any damage
My heart sank
And all I could think of
Is how I should have turned it into a bomb
And turned the pavement red
The color of Martian soil
I live for another, but only myself
If only I could find a way to be kind
But no, I only want to hurt you
I only want to hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
Hurt
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