1. |
Soon
04:55
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I was always told I could be anything I want to be
So I'll be...
yes I'll be, I'll be anything, anything
Soon
My permanent punctuation on this earth is cursed
Will I be the fertile lily in chimney seeking sun’s sights?
With new lows at great height
My life needs meaning
And my life needs meaning...
And some kind of stressed impact with less of a strife filled marker; staged hot pink
Splashed Indian ink on face
The taste, the taste, the taste is a wait worth fading
and the great, the great, the great, make, and make, and make
And I was a cat in fashion cloaked in a possible ratio from claw to face
Stereo’s bumping tracks I then say that I’ll match in fury and attitude
While I rip the callus caught on my palms; tearing flesh
Sprinkling pieces of my dead skin in remembrance
Feeling as though I’ll be remembered then
I just need a history then you can kill me in my head again
Free verse is absurd if you don’t fucking mean it
Fuck your jeans poem
Leave “I’s” out my life
Think only in “me’s;” that’s fucking genius
Screaming Bach syndrome ‘til the cows come home is not a life worth leading
I want to be praised while breathing
I want to bathe in freedom
Freedom from myself needing freedom from something else
Needing “meaning”; something not held in the hands of those needing feeding
Now my life is depleting
and my plight isn't leaving
and my throat is fucking bleeding because I haven’t been speaking
My life is depleting
and my plight isn't leaving
and my throat is fucking bleeding because I haven’t been speaking
Participate and observe,
Participate and observe,
Participate and observe,
There’s so much work
Participate and observe,
Participate and observe,
Participate and observe,
There’s so much work
Soon
I heard about you and the word is that you died, died
In your mind
You can't find the time to feel alive
just stay alive
The pretty kids can't say shit
the gifted tongues ask for nothing
The pretty kids can't say shit
and the gifted tongues ask for nothing
The royal kids cant say shit
the gifted tongues ask for nothing
soon...
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2. |
Transition
05:47
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In the back of the restaurant I hung my coat
In the back of the restaurant I hung my coat
and you were so pretty sitting there
you were so pretty sitting there
you were so pretty sitting there
you were so pretty sitting there
She said, "break it apart break it apart and never let go"
Then shit got dark, then shit got dark
I never let go
When I broke it apart it was so soothing
Then shit got dark but I was up to new things
And your face screamed, "How could you?"
Your face screamed, "How could you?"
"How could you've not said it sooner?"
"How could you not say you love me any sooner?"
She said, "Break it apart break it apart and never let go"
Then shit got dark, then shit got dark
I never let go
When I broke it apart it was so soothing
Then shit got dark but I was up to new things
And it was so smooth
So smooth
I'm so smooth
I'm so smooth
So simple I was in a box of madness
So right you were when you told me that all good things must end,
and the hardest part being transition
with the hardest part being transition
Break it apart break it apart and never let go
Then shit got dark, then shit got dark
I never let go
When I broke it apart it was so soothing
Then shit got dark but I was up to new things
In the back of the restaurant...
In the back of the restaurant...
In the back of the restaurant...
In the back of the restaurant...
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3. |
Family Tragedy
06:01
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You were born the loved one
You had them in your claws, your claws
You never let go
You live life leech-like
Bleed out
Love from loved one's necks
You spent your existence gnawing
My mothers brother had his own plans of torn sleeves
and dreams of a Fuhrer-like homestead
A bed he didn't pay for
A nose made for weight
A safe for more than storage
You're the ghost of a ghost
Prone to be alone
The home you broke I hoped to own
My family ties all died the minute you finished
Committed to your habit's habit
How dare you touch her?
She's your mother
She gave you the hands, the hands, the hands you attack her with
Piece of shit
and the fact is you can't commit
and the fact is you can't commit
Commit
You're the ghost of a ghost prone to be alone
The cold you own shall grow and grow ten times your size
Hello fate you're alive
His body and mind works against us
He's always against us
Never with us
Always befriends us and defriends us
Oh he did it
Oh he killed us
You did it
You killed us
You did it
You killed us
You did it
You killed us with your love
Your supposed love
It killed us
and I'm afraid for your body and soul
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4. |
G.O.A.T.
05:18
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I wish I was born on a boat so I can freely use the term "float on"
and not sound like an asshole
I wish I was smarter than I appear than i fake
To make me feel interesting
But you thought I was and I thought you were crazy
I wish I was serious more outside of pen, ink, and pad
but I laugh because I literally feel I'll die if I don't
I believe I'll die a gruesome death
A gruesome death
This isn't a hang-your-head song
It's a page in my good book that I write into
That I bleed into when I'm able enough and stable in a sense where I'm not tearing at my flesh because of something; something stupid I said or something stupid I did again
But you're the greatest of all time
You've achieved the unimaginable
You're the greatest of all time
Don't let anyone ever change you
And oh and if they try
If they make you feel any different...
Don't listen
If they break your stride, commit to kill your pride...
Don't listen
Don't listen
Because they're so cold
They're so cold
They can be so cold
They're so cold
Oh if they try, if they make you feel any different...
Don't listen
Because they're so cold
They're so cold
You're the greatest of all time
The greatest of all time
You're the greatest of all time
Greatest of all time
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5. |
Hands
05:54
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6. |
Monsoon
02:46
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