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Seeds
01:59
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It’s not about them
Or ours to condemn
Take what you can from all the shit
It wasn’t the best
A bit overdressed
And obsessed with nomenclature
And some would rather forget
But it’s hard to feel regret for the times that I let go
They shaped my mind, pathways redefined
Those seeds sown of dissent, feel like time well spent
You know it’s not true
This them versus you
People are just a bunch of shit
So what did we learn?
To let it all burn
But don’t in turn shoot the messenger
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2. |
Mental Health
02:44
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Please don't fucking start
Just let me have tonight
You've got the morning
And the rest of my life as it goes
I promise I
Won't mention you if it comes up
And I promise I
Won't talk even if they do
I know you think I will
But guess again
Here we are again
Me and my battered pride
It looks at me
Don't you mean my pride and I, you prick?
I promise I
Will take everything to heart
And I promise I
Will never consider the fucking meds
I know you think I will
But after all this time
Surely I, by now, would have said something like
This broken mind
Has nowhere to roam
It just pounds and pounds
It's the only thing I know
And this broken heart
Has nowhere to go
Just sink down and down
Into the only place that I know
So guess again
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3. |
Uncited
01:54
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While I shout listen to what I say
No room for two on this PA
Motivation is unknown
Watch as I pass it off as your own
I’m just like you, disarmed now pliable for the bending of words
Here’s cherry picked news to reaffirm my outcry, your mistrust deferred
Fact check my shit
Fact check my shit
Look I learnt a fucking phrase
We'll parrot it for points and praise
It’s an anecdotal fallacy
Found truth through apathy
I’ll shovel shit
You’ll swallow it
All complicit
Your mind's made up, now cry into the echo chamber
Fact check my shit
All complicit
Fact check my shit
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4. |
Banalarama
02:15
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So you want to fuck with me?
Well I guess that you can
But right now I'm just trying to forget about it
I'm piss weak, I'm afraid
Scared of the choices I've made
And right now I'm just trying to forget about it
This weekend is a stitch
And I will never learn
You've got nothing on me
Except some inconsistencies
And right now I'm just trying to forget about them
I'm piss poor, I'm ashamed
Scarred by the choices I'll make
And right now I'm just trying to forget about them
This weekend is a stitch
This beer, a plaster
And I will never learn
As both the voices in my head
Scream you could just start again
But the thought that that would take
Is more than it is to just fucking complain
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5. |
How to Ruin a Good Thing
02:39
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The post office ain't open long enough
and I can't get my stuff
what kind of world is this? I'll just give up now
or turn to exploitation
Like a twisted form of bribery
A twisted way of getting what I want
and now I have a question
will you tell the truth?
something that you ought to know, mob justice has it's use
In Salem's elated despair
Do you have conviction? Will you tow the line?
And we'll make those fuckers stay open 'til nine
Let's hope this power don't go to my head
Now everyone's a racist
Cis-gender white rapist
World weary cynics are furrowing their brow
So I’ll get upon my high horse
and everyone looks small to me
I don't feel like such a useless cunt
So will you fly my banner?
Rally to my cause?
Five minutes of pity, like lincture and a gauze
But I’m never sated in warfare
And I’ll fight for you whether you want it or not
Amidst the attention that I’ve always sought
Let's hope this power don't go to my head
Up Up Up the Ziggurat Licketysplit
And down with those white racist pieces of shit
It’s amazing, you won’t give me my holocaust
With dissenters the fuel, and hate the exhaust
My eye for an eye equality
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