1. |
Lungs full of blood
03:59
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Everyday
I go away
Like how
Jason did when we were kids
These smokers lungs
Are full of blood
My lungs
Are full of blood
And waiting patiently
So kid?
Is this it?
Just twist around and bend
Know your boundaries
Know your place
Why don’t jump right off your house
No one would care enough to know
Why won’t you jump right off your house
No one would care enough to know
I see how you trap that bird
Inside that nest
Inside that nest
Makes sense for the limp dick
Thinking I’m his friend
Yeah I’m his friend
You think that there’s a plan
But I think that it’s worse
I think we all spin round
An uncaring sun
That no one will ever love,
These lungs full of blood
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2. |
Sore
04:57
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I am flesh
I am blood
Would I not
I would break and bleed just like you
Crashing still
Let it fill
In the room
He would breathe that silence into me
You look just like your father
I know
We’re both in the same place
High tails and shitty lovers
Get out
Before you get too old
Cheer on the winners
And shit on the losers
What have I
Got to prove
No costume
Makes you feel not like who you are
Ripping up
Tennessee
In my cut
I see pain and pleasure all the same
I said I’d drink the poison
I have
Nothing left to give
Cheer on the winners
And shit on the losers
WHEN YOU FALL BACKWARDS
YOU’LL FALL TO
THE BOTTOM
u look pretty
u look pretty
u look pretty
u look pretty
u look pretty
u look pretty
u look pretty
u look....
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3. |
Fool
03:32
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I’m about to make the mental connection
That I need to stop this
I am running out of directions
But only in my head
yeah only in my head
I grew up in a catholic school
They told me I’d follow their rules
But I broke em every day
But only in my head
yeah only in my head
Yeah yeah yeah Get off your horse
Yeah yeah yeah Get off your horse
Yeah yeah yeah Get off your horse
Yeah yeah yeah Get off your horse
you’d never hurt a soul
You’d never hurt But you would
But you would
Get shit on the slit wrist dick
Your god writes checks not apologies
Aw you’re fucked
And it’s still your fault
I am running running away
Some would tell you It’s cuz I’m afraid
They just say that, they don’t understand
I could crush em right between these hands
Yeah yeah yeah Get off your horse
Yeah yeah yeah Get off your horse
Yeah yeah yeah Get off your horse
Yeah yeah yeah Get off your horse
They hate me not
They love me not not not not not not not not
Inside my bones
Inside my bone
Jumping off of buildings for the hell of it, yeah
Everything I hate I’ll take a rap at it, well
my body’s a prison and I’m breaking out, Christ
There is something wrong and I don’t wanna know what that is
is that a gun???
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4. |
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Blood stains on the carpet
Blood stains on my hands
Drag her toward the kitchen
Hide the evidence
Oh the toil a lie can bring
That quitters never know
Lies can be the perfect things
If they never show
Crisis posed a question
Just beneath the skin
The virtue in my veins reply
Quitters never win
She almost ruined everything
Oh the toil a lie can bring
That quitters never know
Lies can be the perfect things
If they never show
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5. |
Pieces of nothing
05:10
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When I die
I’ll light on fire
I’ll kill the sky
And live as a loner
For the rest of my life
It will be so nice
If I die it’ll be on my own terms
Alright you’re floating and you’re sinking
Thinking that’s all you’ll ever be
Dissect every laceration
Nothings all you’ll ever be
You’ll see the other side of fate
Dead beats in line
Waiting for kind
They polish their shoes
Using something they lose
And one day you’ll find
That no one is right
And you can’t trust anyone you know
You’re pieces of nothing when you go
Pick up all the nothing pieces
You’re just points along the line
You guess but you do not answer
Random points along the line
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the
phone!!!!!!!!!!!
pick up the phone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I guess that you will never change
Hit me
I’ll understand
Oh what a sound
Kill me
Not in the ground
Not in the ground
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6. |
Sweet teeth
03:14
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On the eve you lost your horse
The rain looked like it was glass
We both dropped dead in the forest
And carried our bodies to the past
For no reason at all
Felt like it was fall
Oh no I know
My love will go
As I get old
My sweet teeth will rot
Somewhere deep inside the mud
The smallest little holes
There’s something you can’t ignore
Or delete from your phone
I really thought you cared
But you still slit my throat
I try to hide
My darkest side
Be what I’m not
My sweet teeth will rot
I’m a devil I’m a secret that you won’t ever tell!
I’m the third wheel dealer at the prison cell!
But I don’t wanna live in this house of cards!
I’m gonna go beat up whoever’s in charge!
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7. |
Playing with dolls
03:40
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I know a ghost made
Of scattering lightbeams
Aloof of its own fraying at the seams
Broken again and
Broken again
“When will someone put me back together again??”
No
It won’t change
Nothing will change
I’m just too old to be
Playing with dolls
I wish that I could shut my brain right off
to stop my soul from spilling out it
Yeah I’m better off without it
And I fell in love with nothing
Just a bag that’s used for punching
And when the skin tore
It would reveal more
About where you go when you die
Said “there’s no after!” followed by laughter
Who in their right mind would really wanna live twice???
(Hjhjsghsghghgggghdghghjvvbw what the fuck!!!)
Why
Would you die
For your sins
What a waste of death to be
Playing with dolls
No
It won’t change
Nothing will change
Yes I’m just to old to be
Playing with dolls
I wish that I could peel my face right off
I guess the fear of being wanted
Beats the fear of being stupid
And the ladder stumbles out the kitchen
Bruised and humbled slightly
Yelling “pain is gonna get u in the end.”
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8. |
Griffin
03:35
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The way
You say
My name
With poison on your tongue
With smoke inside you’re lungs
I can change for you
The pay
The trade
You know
It’s easy when you’re young
To shoot a loaded gun
You’re happy then you’re gone
with the trash you take me out
Naked fingers touching brows
Not right now, Woah
Tug on my shirt tail
I never really thought of that before
And now I’m going batshit
batshit
the scabs
The clots
The bruises
It’s never coming back
The love you wanted then
It’s too late for you
Sides
Pick sides
Too high
Get over it right now
Noses to the ground
They’ll feed you to the hounds
In a flash is all around
Looking stupid and profound
Yeah right now, woah
A yeah my ashes fall right down
Skipping school and skipping town
You’re not around, woah
Tug on my shirt tail
I never really thought of that before
And now I’m going batshit
batshit
craaaaaaazyyyy
craaaaaaaazzyyyy
craaaaaaazyyyy
craaaaaaaazzyyyy
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9. |
Rust
01:32
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buddy
you sniff the flowers
In the yard
you sniff for hours
So baby,
hold me closer
And tell me
You fucking hate me
In the rain I’ll rust
Make me feel like I’m a loner, goner
Baby make me
Sit with you and smoke
Life’s a lot to take in sometimes, sunshine
Over my dead
Body in the ditch
do you really wanna see it??
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10. |
Kids get bored
03:32
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You don’t have a clue
What they’ll do to you
(They’ll cut you down)
They have no idea
What you have been through
(They do not know)
I don’t care
I don’t mind
I don’t know
Fuck your god damn
There’s nothing left to realize
You’re cutting people with your eyes
You touch your face and touch the sky
But you’re without the wings to fly back
No one wants to take a Chance
No one wants to be the change
Something stupid’s keeping me
From being the one to let it hit the fan
Kids get bored
Kids get born
Take a little more
Bleed out on the floor
Tooth inside a face
You can break a bomb
Miracles are fake
Something in your place
You have nothing left
to idealize
(You can not speak)
And it sounds so bad
As if something died
(On edge it whines)
I don’t know
I don’t care
I don’t mind
It will all go wrong
There’s nothing left to realize
You’re cutting people with your eyes
You touch your face and touch the sky
But you’re without the wings to fly back
No one wants to take a Chance
No one wants to be the change
Something stupid’s keeping me
From being the one to let it hit the fan
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
Kids get bored! bored! bored!
I’m not torn! any! more!
I SEEEE IT!!
I SEEEE IT!!
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11. |
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Hiding, oh are you
Hiding from me
Hiding, why are you
Hiding from me
Always and forever
At least that’s what you said
But I never really saw you
I never really did
And the words just slipped our tongues
Or they were clogged up with meds
And they didn’t come out
Until the gun was already at my head
Heading down the wrong stairs
We matched the wrong wrong pairs, so
I’ll get the scissors and you get the rum
(I get around a lot)
We’ll cut the sting that ties them
(Owoah owoah owoah)
And we’ll use the thread for something else
(I get around a lot)
We’ll knit ourselves a fresh new hell
( I get around)
Watch them return to their homes
( I count the bodies)
I pick up the stones
(And they’re higher than before)
I dispose
Love isn’t victimless crime
But everyone commits all the time
(Oh god)
I’m living off of what I hear and what I see
(Don’t think you’re all good)
You’re not the only person getting this disease
(I don’t think I’m asking too much)
Heavens just a bargaining chip
For your sense of what is real and what’s not
But love is not a victimless crime
But everyone commits all the time
Hiding, oh are you
Hiding from me
Hiding, why are you
Hiding from me
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Flying Squid
im john or squid and i really enjoy music so i try to make it even if its not always super good so thanks bye!
thanks for the picture madeleine caputo
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