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Fingering The Loophole
02:42
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who doesn‘t like to spill their spunk on selfmade decorations
who doesn‘t like to run from inescapeable frustrations
who doesn‘t like to be impaled on lubed-up expectations
just shove it in and if it splinters blame your own creation
humming along
moving the lips
intent withdrawn
getting to grips
who doesn‘t like to see themselves in the ailments of their patients
who doesn‘t like excuses to give meaning to their patience
who doesn‘t like to go numb on the search for more sensations
experience dissolves, swallowed by aimless conversations
staring into space
waiting for time to pass
i might remember this wrong
these aren‘t the words to this song
and we looked stupid all along
overwhelmed by disgust at what i‘m regurtgitating
nostalgia bought me these opaque shades, that‘s when i stopped shaking
oh i hope i get my lethal injection from the prettiest maids
oh i hope i get my herpes infection from the tastiest grapes
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2. |
Cancel Scare
01:34
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on a streak way beyond my expirationdate
on my way to a stay on a farm upstate
ecstatically gobbling up pieces from a banquet of swine
there‘s a lot to forget and just this much wine
i conclude:
after eating so much shit you fear the point of saturation
my naked lover‘s just a hindrance to my masturbation
health advice carved in my flesh
steering only makes you regret the crash
staring contest with the abyss
let‘s see who‘s first to flinch
can‘t remember how it started, this binge
but we drown out the depths with our blood, shit and piss
i took a deep breath and i swallowed water
all that came out was steam
punched my reflection just to prove i am stronger
prooved i could drown in the stream
permafrost
sunny wheather
if all is lost
should it get better?
guess it will
feeling weak
but i‘m still
on a streak
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3. |
Mellow Manhunt
02:11
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i could easily see through her smile
she didn‘t try to hide the flinching in her eye
for appearances she scolds me once in a while
before she just gently puts me back between her thighs
she may be superficial
she may be a bit rough
but she can be so special
if you‘re on the right side of her love
she may be repugnant
she may be cheaply bought
but we all got her pregnant
the day we put in our umbilical chord
she‘s got corpses stacked in her closet
they thought her charity would not care for profit
dead and smarter
mostly dead
don‘t you call her a hooker
she‘s the mother of whores
people line up to fuck her
none of them are volunteers
when we fuck i work for her
circumstantial devotee
it‘s never over ‘til she comes
masochistic employee
mask and face start to blur
selling out joyfully
melted by her countless tounges
out of excuses
no turning back
took the blue pill
still remember, still not hard
my mind is a liability
my blood boils so cold
she says she‘s not my enemy
kisses me and leaves me disembowled
paranoia‘s creeping up
as i hear her breathing under my bed
she whispers in my ear that it‘s all for the best
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4. |
Sweet Suzie's D
00:59
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everyday is an adventure
everyday gives me cancer
the floors were looking clean at first but the sunlight summons eldritch cumstains
placental fleshcocoon embraces us as we commune
not even labourpains will make that bubble burst
profound thoughts and toilet humor – entertainment for the tumor
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5. |
Poe's Outlaws
02:13
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i will make your bioweapons eco-friendly
and promise that the cyanide is gluten free
more inclusive labour camps? i got plenty
and heartfelt goodbyes for every deportee
caveat emptor
you should read the signs on the archways you enter
gentlemen rebels who know when to bend laws
we‘re forcing children to work for our noble cause
say your prayers, hang me and then hammer in the nails
with enough theatrics they will leave out of their tales that i‘m slipping
crucify me harder!
i can feel the flesh ripping, hear the bones cracking
and it fucks with all the chills i get from being the martyr
hey satan
what‘s up?
you up?
i don‘t expect head but you can give me closure
help me work on my own definition
in this war we‘re not soldiers
in this war we‘re ammunition
and some fuckwit is dipping us in pigsblood
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i slew the dragon and came to get my trophy
i ran out screaming. apparently that beast was holy
the king is dead
long live the threat
their god dissolved and their mouths sown shut
they lynch the lepers so they don‘t get their cut
their god dissolved so they pray to the beast
their god dissolved so they‘re prey to the beast
raised arms are reaching for straws
every cheer hides a cry for help
prancing into open jaws
pandoras box doesn‘t open itself
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7. |
Into The Abode
02:37
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foam from the mouth
the skin is peeling back
highly engaged
thousand yard stare
so used to the groung
despise the featherbed
coming for you
just don‘t know from where
vaguest outlines of a person in the smoke
it smells like bourbon, sweat, death and the remnants of bacterial infection
grind off the rust
new coat of paint
make it look nice
if that gets you off
go for a ride
don‘t be ashamed
don‘t hide your face
when you realize that
all roads lead into the abode
all roads lead into a giant hole
antisocial charity
not poking any embers
thrive in the disparity
exist in hidden chambers
but in dim light lies comfort
and it saves you the cleaning
and it‘s better than meaning
everytime
shit, i can‘t get up but my pizza‘s here
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8. |
Molestress
01:59
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sinking upwards
upstream from the shitfactory
the struggle drowns out all the irony
special little flower
born in a compost heap
grows stronger by the hour
roots and privilege run so deep
special little flower
born in a pile of shit
says it‘s not in her power
that her place is sunlit
special little flower
despises fertilizer
afraid others outgrew her
her fear had turned to anger
she says the slums look dignified
from atop the drainage pipe
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