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Vile
02:43
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I used to get some relief
My easel soon will spill
Sanitize my insides, I can’t crawl over this hill
I might as well just drink bleach, I’m tip-toeing the bar
Through a hole in the wall, but I won’t make it that far
Somebody hit the release, cause I’m impounded and bored
This chain is missing a link, I think I’ve been here before
I’m burning at both ends, I’m lacerated and sore
Repeating and lurid, you won’t see me no more
Vile disgusting creature
Fucked up reclusive burn out
And I won’t change a thing
Everything is a reach
And I feel stuck in the tar
I’m just existing between
The windows in my car
If it’s not one thing, it’s four
Lokos deep in the morgue
Give me more, give me more
Until I’m seeing the floor
I’m burning at both ends, I’m lacerated and sore
Repeating and lurid, you won’t see me no more
Vile disgusting creature
Fucked up reclusive burn out
And I won’t change a thing
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2. |
Just Fine
02:59
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The cause of
The solution to
Every problem I’ve run into
Blackened bags and bloodshot eyes
But I’m so fucking tired, why even try?
I think I feel just fine
And I’ve
Burnt bridges and I don’t mind
My bathroom tile lives in disguise
It’s a blown cover I can’t justify
It’s awesome and awful and delightful, it’s disgusting, it just fucks me, and it’s fixing my nothing
Until it’s back in my face
I think I feel just fine
And I’ve
Burnt bridges and, I don’t mind
I don’t mind, no
Slur my words into the rolling boil
I’ll just observe until I’m uncoiled
Pressured seams, nothing’s visible but
Loose tooth dreams in my blurred residual
I think I feel just fine
I think I feel just fine
And I’ve
Burnt bridges and, I don’t mind
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You can call me a stick in your eye if you must
But I found a silver lining to trust when I’m
Feeling sober to deathly proportions
I’m forced to take noticed with nothing to show
Can you believe your eyes when they’ve led you to places familiar, but never the answers?
Can you raise the base of the standards?
I don’t know the answers
I don’t know the answers
And I know it makes no sense
Life’s boring - or so I’m told
I’m calling home, no where to go, feeling older and older
Your plastic moan, my passive tone, it sounds so jaded when spoken
I know what you’re thinking and it makes me anxious
I’ll call it off
Repeating dread
I exit closer to no where over and over
Can you recall a time where you open your eyes, and you’re begging the wolf to take off his disguise?
And you’re crying and flailing and sinking upset
But can’t make the sense to get out of your head
I thought I’d find enlightenment at the top of a hill on ethereal quest
But when I lay to rest, I’m not calm and collected
I’m lacking the effort to care
And I know it makes no sense
Life’s boring - or so I’m told
I’m crawling home drunk and stoned, I can’t stop the movement to go there
I’ll let you know how it goes, I’m taking a chance and I’ll blow it
I’ll call it off
Repeating dread
I exit closer to no where over and over
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4. |
Tope Suicida
03:50
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Turn this brain into mush
I won’t beg, I won’t push
Brush with death, I won’t nudge
I’ll concede, lay in bed
Toss and turn, rot disease
Waste my time flawlessly
I always worry about almost everything
My idle hands always reach for more
Don’t let the tension bleed off
What in the world could I be longing for
Tope Suicida
Everything equals total void
I look around: I’m fucking overjoyed
But I’m an actor, I’m a crackhead, I’m a toy
I feel so lacking, dull and distracted
I’m wrapping up in destructive habits
I’m just unraveled and destroyed
And it feels like maybe I’m bound to never be untied
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5. |
Too Good
04:58
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Dreaming about my broken teeth
Live subdued and passively
I’ll stumble while my foot’s asleep
So where I’m at is where I’ll be
I’ll never be too good for you
It’s either cry or laugh
It’s too hilarious to look away
You’re on this fucked up path
My worry is just love misplaced
I see the needle in your vein
I’m too preoccupied to break the chain
Thank god I’m finally coming around
Thank god I’ve got my feet on the ground
Thank god I’ll never worry again
Fucked off but I’ll pretend that
I’ll never be too good for you
I’m too mad to laugh
It’s too hilarious to look away
I’m consumed with backlash
Too exhausted to be outraged
I see the wrinkles in your face
I’m too entrenched to look away
I just need shit to make sense
We probably won’t shake this
It’s too far gone to make amends
Just lay around and worry and worry and worry
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6. |
Dig
05:47
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Bite my lip til it bleeds, another negative mantra
And I don’t want what I need
I’ll just swim in the deep end and do it again
I’ll make sense of the shit that I never pick up
The floor is covered in dust and bottles that I’ve drunk
I won’t look into things because I know that I
Won’t try to or make effort to make this shit any better
I just dig and I dig and I dig and I dig and I dig
I’m just a head with no screws, no fucking sense in my dome
Another negative self loathing asshole
And I don’t right my own wrongs, I’ll never try to move on
I keep myself glued and wrapped in the lasso
Fixated needlessly - I melt and bend, warp and retreat
I’ll never look into things because I know that I
Won’t try to or make effort to make this shit any better
I just dig and I dig and I dig and I dig and I dig
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7. |
Garden of Kyle
03:04
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The pendulum swings
I exhale and release
I think it’s best if we
And I don’t mean to deep
Or overanalyze things
You said it’s best if we
I’m captive to this repeat
And I don’t want what I need
I think it’s best if we
Rewinding thoughts on a leash
Tangled in glue at the seams
You said it’s best if we
I’ll try not to lose my own mind
I’m spiraled out
I’ll try not to waste more time to find out you’re checked out
You’re checked out
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8. |
Midnight Strangler
00:35
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9. |
Numbers
02:45
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You are the carpet that covers me
I feel awake when I’m asleep
And I’m just waiting and wallowing
On words I’m swallowing
Numbers can’t fix me
You’re dissidence in the wind
You’re not beneath me
And I never said I’d need a soul here
And I never said I’d be alone here
Numbers can’t fix me
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10. |
Better Name
04:28
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See through
Nervous
Reaching surface
Worthless time spent
One more thing
Delay anxious
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11. |
Altogether Twice as Long
03:54
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Circle back to a worthless past, time won’t tell
Look back and laugh at death intact
Just watch your health
So distant now, I’ll shut my mouth
I feel so down
No home
Overgrown
And I’ll walk this road
Message received
And I can’t proceed
And I’ll walk this road
I’m flogging and crawling to a definite nowhere
Imploring for somewhere to be
So distant now, I’ll shut my mouth
I feel so down
No home
Overgrown
And I’ll walk this road
Message received
And I can’t proceed
And I’ll walk this road
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12. |
Dummy
05:44
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Fall fast for every dream
Your crash test dummy for anything
Dull rash, tooth pulling, pick at scabs
I know the harder I grasp, the less I receive
Numb won’t last, aimless observations, they poke and prod at me
Walking trash with heart palpitations chasing dead ends, endlessly
Peeling back the skin for feeling
Just a dummy, ignore the meaning
Refrain and withdraw
Bang my head through the drywall like it’s nothing at all
Where never needed to go, exactly where I’ll be
I’ll beg and plead and I’ll grow to shake the leaves from this tree
Calluses on my toes, but blisters cover my feet
Sifting through pallets of indifference to become obsolete
Peeling back the skin for feeling
Just a dummy, ignore the meaning
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Limp Wizurdz Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
music for ya brain from Oklahoma City, est. 2012ish
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