1. |
With a K
01:27
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You held me in your arms,
Whispered every night it’ll be alright
Toss me in the streets and I’ll sleep just tight.
Pray to god we’ll get into another fight
Cause I just want your love
You couldn’t help your fucking son
Just chalk it up to another one of my mistakes
I hope he takes your heart, and it fucking breaks
If you’re listening, keep your distance
Just another fucking sleepless night
Not around to ever say goodbye
And I really hope he fucks you good
Like every other cunt he fucking should
And l’m sorry that I couldn’t be
The only child to succ-fucking-ceed
Fuck me right?
All that fucking bullshit
Feed me one more lie
Tell me I’m not good enough
Antisocial fuck
Wish you could have seen
The failure I would be
Threw me out the way
Abusive fuck that’s here to stay
But I’m not a real fucking man
But I’m not a real fucking man
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2. |
Free Snotman
04:35
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Is this what you dreamed of?
Rotting inside out?
And so you’ve fallen from grace again
Succumbed to every fucking needle in hand
I’ve got your fix
So you can fuck yourself
Is this what you dreamed of?
Rotting inside out?
Track marks and puncture wounds
With skid marks and cheap tattoos
I’m writhing in pain
But I’m feeling alive
Cause I’ve got a match
But nothing to light
Teeth falling out from your impudent grin
A price for your sins
A flaky flesh crust taints your body, disgust
Insatiable lust
Maggots lay waste, your untimely decay
A vermin’s buffet
Carving these holes in your brain, what a waste
It’s all in good taste
And yet here you are still breathing in this world.
Walking around aimlessly, finding new lows to sink to
And new things to add to your record,
as if you were collecting fucking trading cards.
Narcotics dealer, sexual predator,
I could go on and on.
But they fucking love you.
They sing a song for you, it goes something like this:
FREE SNOT MAN!!!
Alone and freezing
Scraping off my nails to get me feeling easy
“Soon you will be clean” but what the fuck does that mean?
I already feel free from all the pills they feed me.
I’m failing. I’m failing. I’m failing.
And here’s our story on The Snot Man
February 2nd the snot man was found with his pants down, masturbating in front of the frozen food section at his local grocery store
April 14th it was discovered that the snot man had been selling off his son’s belongings in order to pay for his heroin addiction
October 30th A friend of the snot man overdosed, and instead of bringing her to the hospital, dropped off her corpse at her parent’s doorstep
December 12th Although he was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder Snot man was found to be legally sane at his trial, and proven innocent. To all our listeners, we hope that you understand, that as charming as this man may he seem, he is very sick, and you must keep away from him. You can’t let him back out.
You cannot control him, I swear he’ll break
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3. |
Mr. Song
02:36
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One more drink that’s all I really need
Grab another bottle, you can watch me drown
Alcoholic fodder, and I’ll fucking calm down
I’m no addict
Keep it going till I can barely breathe
Social diarrhea till I’m spewing out bile
Tag another body, you can throw it in the pile
I’m no addict
Feeling claustrophobic, cut out all the noise
Wasting every hour, feel sorta mundane
Psycho meltdowns, feel wild, untamed
I’m no addict
Not until I’m sober, beat me till I bleed
Grind into my flesh like a pulpy fucking mess
Once we’re fucking done, you can see me undress. Uh oh!
I’m no addict
Another round my dear?
I’ll take another shot
Show me all you fucking got.
Spread out all my fucking guts
And take what’s left of me
I’m drained
Restrained
Delayed
With any luck I’ll fade away
Away away away away away
Dance till the night’s gone
Singing all these drunk songsx4
Don’t stay I won’t stray
Stray from my anxiety
Stray from my sobriety
Stray from my insanity
Stray from this monstrosity
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4. |
Earlhamas
03:20
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I just need to make this jump and
FUCK I MISSED IT
Tropical paradise that’s covered
BLACK OOZE SLUDGE PAINT
Tentacles tearing limb from limb
KILL THOSE SQUID FUCKS
Tyrannical turtle daddy issues
DISGUISED AS ME
Tilt left
Side jump
Wall jump
Don’t forget to dive
And fuck…
FUCK I MISSED
THIS WOULDN’T BE SO FUCKING HARD
WITH THAT JETPACK FUCK ON YOUR BACK
PRECISION I’VE GOT DOWN TIGHT
BLISTERED FINGERS FUCKED LEFT AND RIGHT
Shot at least a thousand times
Those rays that fucking multiply
Shocking ooze that coats the town
Vomit juice from lizard mount
HEATHEN SOILS ISLAND AGAIN
SLUDGE THAT PAINTS TOWN’S WALLS BLOOD RED X2
Turtle needs a brand new mom
Turtle wields the paintbrush wand
Turtle steals the plumber’s hoe
Turtle needs to fucking go
KILL THAT TURTLE IN HIS HOT TUB
BOIL HIS ASS RUBBA DUB DUB
SLIT HIS THROAT ONE FOUL SWOOP
TURN THAT FUCK INTO A SOUP
OH HOORAY ISLAND IS SAVED
FUCKING GIRL KIDNAPPED AGAIN
TAKEN TO GALAXY BASE
TIME TO KILL TURTLES IN SPACE
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5. |
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I should have never said “No”
I should have always done what I was told.
I Wanted you to hit me again, motherfucker
Before you had to motherfucking go.
He was the only good one in your life
And I wish he was with me
Cause I sure as fuck don’t get the praise
Maybe I was just in the way
Your words are suffocating
The meaning is all fucking lost
So please just do me a favor
Shut the fuck fucking up
My mouth will not fucking open
I can’t get the words fucking out
Verbally tripping all over myself
All this fucking time
Disappointing
Dissappoint me
I’m not fucking sorry
For being the fucking black sheep
I could wallow in my own12 self pity
Or be grateful I’m not just like you
I wish you were still fucking here
So you’d see what I’ve grown up to be
After twenty some fucking years
I would grind you straight into dust
I’m not fucking sorry
I’m pretty sure I fucking hate you
And I wish you were still here and kicking
So you could hear all this shit that I’m screaming
This is my fucking nightmare
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6. |
Jack's Wasted Life
02:28
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Fucking disease
I gotta get
Back on my feet
It’s fucking with me
Don’t know if any
Doctors to see
Am I unclean?
Or am I just
Panicking
I’m losing sleep
Are you really fucking with me?
Drugs give me drugs
Please dont ignore me
Social distance seems so nice
What a fucking waste of life
All our minds are in control
When’s the next apocalypse?
I DON'T WANT MY HANDS CLEAN
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7. |
John Depp
03:28
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Walk the fucking plank
Scissors are my hands
Beak the fucking spank
Cocaine in my hand
Zillions in my bank
Booty in my hand
With my sword I wank
White rum in my hand
Bottle’s empty x4
The air’s salty tang fills my nostrils again, the sails up above start to stiffen
Ive got zillions
The kraken is cracking his whip once again, his tentacles starting to stiffen
I’ve got zillions
Through my far-eye I espy the grey leviathan, my crooked spine starts to stiffen
I’ve got zillions
The whirlpool is whirling, the cameras are rolling, my bright smiles starts to stiffen
I’ve got zillions
I’ve got zillions
I’ve got zillions
I’ve got zillions
Big sword fight, my name is Captain Hook
Parrot cries, squawk squawk squawking squawk
Lamprey writhes, pull out your fucking cock
Pirates life, feed your ass to the shark
Aahaahahahahaahhahhahhhaa
Navigation, my vacation, masturbation, aberration
White hot poker, in my asshole, all because the, empty bottle
I'm a pirate
It's the life for me
It's the life for me
The pirate's life for me.
I'm a pirate
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8. |
Hoagieman
03:44
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Waiting patiently
Watching every minute go by
All the color drained from my flesh
Blank stares at every passing face
All of whom begging to be fed
They’re only useful if their mouths are full
With all the garbage they can get their hands on
And I’m no fucking different
How do you do? I hope you’re doing good
Nooo.
You fucking mongoloid
This is unacceptable
Let me speak to your manager…
A fucking psycho
Something from the Bible
Just another night without any sleep
NOOO
I ASKED FOR MARLBORO REDS
AND YOU GAVE ME MENTHOL
THESE COULD KILL ME
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!
Fucking psychopath
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9. |
We Forgive Obama
05:37
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There’s no point in rational discussion
When you view this tyrant as your prophet
Here the plague’s a matter of opinion
Black lives seen as act of terrorism
All these cops are brain dead fucking bastards
Racist, rapist, pigs don’t fucking matter
All the brain washed fools will cry it’s slander
And bow to their racist, rapist, master
And you’ll have no fucking forgiveness x4
There’s no point in rational discussion
When you view this tyrant as your prophet
Here the plague’s a matter of opinion
Black lives seen as act of terrorism
All these cops are brain dead fucking bastards
Racist, rapist, pigs don’t fucking matter
All the brain washed fools will cry it’s slander
And bow to their racist, rapist, master
You’re disgusting
Forcing kids in fucking cages. Fuck you
I despise you.
Thousands dying, let’s go golfing. Fuck you.
Fucking bastard.
Terrorism propaganda. Fuck you
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10. |
Celery Man
04:59
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Glistening in moon light
The slimey ones are howling
Can’t afford a chest nut
Their teeth begin to crumble
Summer’s coming up
The paintings are torn down
Diamonds in her heels
And Wine laced caskets
Ocean baby smiling
Holographic lenses
Catholic girls are crying
All the boys are dancing
All the boys are dancing
All the boys are dancing
All the boys are dancing
All the boy s are dancing
Silver bells ringing all around
Can’t get you out of my head
You only think about is me
Can’t get me out of your
Stardust night
Switchblade fight
Cut up twice
It’s rather nice
The smell of pine
The face of swine
A shallow crime
Unsatisfied
A mother’s cry
A father’s tie
The dogs all lie
Don’t ask me why
A fall from grace
And in poor taste
Open/Shut case
A fucking waste
Falling and falling into the jungle of despair
Gnawing, and teething with nothing to spare.
The cell phone towers shine down on the ground that I stand on
While the festering sewer rats burrow out their homes to usurp the throne you rule upon
And all that Hand me down jewelry decorates your body,
reeks of all the blood, sweat and tears that you stole from.
You’re sloppy.
The trees are collapsing
The waves come down crashing
The flames burn brighter than ever seen before
Your world is slowly coming to a halt
Are you happy with everything you’re leaving behind?
Was it fucking worth it?
You’re spiraling down a whole in which you can’t come back from.
You’ve brought shame upon us all, and even death is not a suitable punishment for you.
You stupid little fuck.
I swear I mean what I say.
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11. |
Tom Cruizes
03:28
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A kick in the teeth, a shot to the ribs
Gotta get the fuck out
Cigarettes stain the old carpet floor
Gotta get the fuck out
Blood’s on the walls, a knife to my throat
Gotta get the fuck out
Silhouettes paint the violent scenes
Gotta get the fuck out
Can’t seem to put correct words in order
“CAN YOU HEAR ME?!”
AHHHHHHH
Scorching through flesh to heal with self loathing
No one’s listening
AHHHHHHHH
Chattering drones ringing through my ear drums
Get the fuck out
AHHHH
Gasping for air, drowning in my own screams
Please let me go
AHHHHHH
A kick in the teeth, a shot to the ribs
Gotta get the fuck out
Cigarettes stain the old carpet floor
Gotta get the fuck out
Blood’s on the walls, a knife to my throat
Gotta get the fuck out
Silhouettes paint the violent scenes
Gotta get the fuck out
Can’t seem to put correct words in order
“CAN YOU HEAR ME?!”
AHHHHHHH
Scorching through flesh to heal with self loathing
No one’s listening
AHHHHHHHH
Chattering drones ringing through my ear drums
Get the fuck out
AHHHH
Gasping for air, drowning in my own screams
Please let me go
AHHHHHH
Clawing at the spirits constraining me
Unforgiving branding in my torso
Spastic overload, no control
Grinding frequencies in the void
Screaming endlessly, agony
UNRELENTING
UNRELENTING
UNRELENTING
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12. |
ASSMAN
05:36
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Honey, I must confess
I look banging in this dress
Hips are shaking to impress
Lipstick’s killing, I’m the best
Fuck gender formalities
I look better as a queen
Your hatred is what’s obscene
And you’re not as hot as me
My hair is luscious
My kisses so scrumptious
And you’re just so jealous
Cause you cannot handle this
That’s right
I’m a thick ass bitch
And you can’t compete
Fuck your narrow minded views
As if who I am fucking concerns you
Why’s it all these homophobe
neck beard fucks
Thinking that we wanna go and fuck them?
One thing that these fucks will not convince me is that I am some kind of freak.
They don’t understand and that is what frightens them,
and all of them can fuck off in thinking that sexuality is some kind of fucking choice.
Why would I choose to be ostracized by my peers?
Why would I choose to have my formative years be spent screaming at god
“why can’t I just be fucking normal?”
It took too long to be honest with myself,
and it took even longer to be honest with others,
but now I finally feel free.
And all these detestable fucks are envious that someone like me can be happy, while they rot in fucking misery.
Isn’t that cute?
Trans rights=Human rights
Gay rights=Human rights
Listen up, let’s making this clear
We have a voice, and it’s time you fucking hear
Trans rights=Human rights
Gay rights=Human rights
Honey I wish you well, you can burn in fucking hell
Who the fuck are you to even judge me?
I see through all your sexual insecurities
You want me cause I’m dangerous
Bible thumping sinful lust
Fuck me with a blissful thrust
I’m choking as you fucking bust
When will you admit you’re just the same as me?
Your life was fucking warped by all the brainwashing.
Deny it cause you know it’s true
What will they all think of you?
Brand new spiritual break through
Dressed down in the living room
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13. |
Da Maniac
02:33
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Drink!
I hear you’re thirsty!
Keystone, Natty, Busch and Jai Lai?
Drink up!
Hope you like the special ingredient.
Easy peasy lemon squeazy, drink it faster, and you’ll feel queasy
Hope you like the special ingredient
Guzzle it down your fucking gullet,
what a fucking sexy mullet!
Hope you like the special ingredient
Dripping, dripping, hey you’re slipping!
That’s my piss you’re fucking drinking!
Hope you liked the special ingredient
Feeling slimy, all inside me.
CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG
Damn, I knew this beer would taste better after I put it in the fridge.
It almost has a bit of a kick to it now.
Wait.
He did what?
He pissed in my fucking beer?
What the fuck?
Dude, that’s not fucking cool.
You’re a fucking maniac.
You have to drink my piss now,
Open your mouth up, fucking pussy.
ha ha ha
You’re a piss drinking freak
Lemon scented maybe?
yellow mellow fellow
Head first in Modelo
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14. |
Jack's Broken Heart
03:20
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I can’t seem to keep away from you
Can’t seem to handle myself with you
Just want to be away from you
Away from you
Spiraling downward in a whirlpool of shit
Spitting out every hollow word I’ve ever said
How am I truly feeling today?
Are any of my emotions real?
Am I just regurgitating the same information
That I’m programmed to say every fucking day?
I cannot think for myself
Can you do it for me? Oh-
I never know what to fucking say
Or how to even react to anything
Until days after it’s fucking happened
And by then we’ve already moved on to something else.
And it’s always something else
Everything I’ve said was at the wrong time to say it
And I keep repeating the same mistake
I need a better writer
All my lines are fucking outdated.
It all reads like some lifeless fucking Hallmark card
But even that would be flattering
I am in need of a new voice, a fresh sound.
Someone that can properly articulate the way that I feel.
Because at this rate I am just being loud without actually saying anything
So I just keep writing myself into a fucking corner
with nothing else but the vocabulary of a 6th grader
I don't feel anything
I don't feel at all
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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15. |
Nude Tayne
02:40
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no lyrics it's all just sdhkdsghlsdkhsldhvlxzvklhvlkdhgklshlkvdsklhsdl
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16. |
Fatty Ahead
03:40
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Everything’s fucking spinning.
I’ve become nauseated
with all of the attention, the affection, the emotions that I do not care to fucking address.
The emptiness I have rejected and have loathed for quite some time
is starting to become something of a comfort zone,
a craving that I can’t seem to live without.
The desire to just be alone.
I tell myself that’s not what I want
but more and more I find that all of the emotional bombardment
ceases to a glaring hault once I lock myself in.
Black screens staring at me, pages filled with the same three fucking words that just seem to lose all meaning when they are uttered every fucking minute of every fucking day.
I’ve spent so long trying to find comfort in others only to find myself yearning to be isolated from everything else.
I’ll do anything to stop all the ringing in my fucking ears.
JUST MAKE IT STOP
right now
Vice grip, now behold, screaming out of my control,
what a lovely center fold
All of these colorful sounds are starting to blend together
My vision is blurred
Nothing seems to be exciting me anymore
I am just over all of this.
Can I truly be passionate about something that I so desperately want to half ass just so I can be fucking done with it?
What am I even writing about anymore?
I wish anything I said or did was worth something to someone because it sure as shit isn’t to me.
I’m so fucking miserable but I can’t just outright say it.
I don’t want advice,
I don’t care what your opinion on the fucking subject is.
It’s like nobody wants to listen
they just want to play fucking psychiatrist for a day and I could really give a shit.
I’d rather just bottle up my feelings at that rate.
Shut the fuck up.
Everything is just falling apart and I don’t fucking care.
I can’t wait to knock this out
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17. |
The Overkill Killer
04:00
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Fuck my echo
Fuck my shadow,
Tonight's my night,
Nadir is now,
id is spotlight
NO
I CAN'T TAKE IT
Nadir now, nadir then,
id is now, i can't fucking feel my legs
rage is now, bane is then,
wroth is now, i can't fucking feel my head
ire now ire now ire now,
i can't fucking smash her eggs
fire now fire now fire now,
i can't fucking smash her bridge
Dash it all in the fucking dearth
Nadir now, nadir then,
id is now, i can't fucking feel my legs
rage is now, bane is then,
wroth is now, i can't fucking feel my head
ire now ire now ire now,
i can't fucking smash her eggs
fire now fire now fire now,
i can't fucking smash her bridge
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition
and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much
of what i used to be,
full of love and joy,
kissing every person she meets because everyone is good
and will do her no harm.
And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function.
I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful,
but since the age of seven,
I've become hateful towards all humans in general.
Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all
IT'S NOT RIGHT
Nadir now, nadir then,
id is now, i can't fucking feel my legs
rage is now, bane is then,
wroth is now, i can't fucking feel my head
ire now ire now ire now,
i can't fucking smash her eggs
fire now fire now fire now,
i can't fucking smash her bridge
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18. |
Old Black Man
03:37
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Thank god I am the funny man
Always in on the joke
Viewing life through all of these colorful lenses
It’s a shame I’m not more serious
Not the one you can rely on
Or the one you can confide to
Always laughing at misfortune, and self deprecation.
How fucking cute
And I surround myself with those who are consumed by this perpetual state of misery
Hearing them cry out, as if trapped in a void where their voices can not be heard.
Finding the strangest sense of comfort as they wallow in their own self pity
Cause god knows I have no way of expressing those emotions myself
Cause I’m the funny man
I’m the one that you’re either laughing with or laughing at, it makes no real difference either way.
And I’m sick and tired of pretending like I give a shit about whether or not I am happy, or how to properly express myself because as far as I’m concerned,
I turned out fine right?
I turned out fine…. Right???
Day in and day out I’m surrounded by all white noise, and it is only getting louder. It just keeps getting louder and louder and louder and louder,
Oh will you please shut the fuck up?
Can you just be quiet for one god damn second?
It’s suffocating and I can’t understand it.
I know we’re speaking the same language but it’s all coming out like mush.
At some point all I am hearing is depressing verbal vomit filled with every fucking buzz word in the god damn dictionary.
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Don't speak a word to me
Don't speak a fucking word
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19. |
Don't Call Me Snotman
03:03
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Purple little gremlin fellow
Dressing up in mustard yellow
Dipped his head in mushroom jello
Shooting up to keep his mellow
Pink and squealing heaby jeebies
Plump and frizzy teeny beebies
Cutesy tootsie all in bootsies
Whoopsie, oopsie, what a doozy
Polly wanna Wally dolly
Molly gonna folly Holly
Faster faster fucking bastard
Cure comes from the chief headmaster
And ]surprise he fucking goes
Out to fuck out all his woes
If he hollers let him go
Kill him with the final blow
And the trip keeps on going
Each sentence uttered disintegrating into a mesh
Of complete and utter nonsense.
But maybe we were never supposed to understand it in the first place
Basking in the moonlight’s glow
Paralyzing undertow
Cauterizing heavy flow
On display, and what a show!
There’s a need for isolating
Fucking bastards spreading disease
Listen up
Fuck your idols, fuck your masters
Fucking brainless
After a series of unintelligible ramblings it became clear
That not even someone who has completely lost their mind
Could fall victim to the brainwashing used by the morons that have been put in control. It’s time to get them the fuck out.
Obfuscation
No momentum
Spiraling all upside down
Fractures in the underground
Lucid dreaming on display
Suffocating til decay
Reaching out with severed limbs
Tearing off my fucking skin
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20. |
liquor
06:15
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lyrics withheld
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The Holloway Tape North Port, Florida
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