1. |
Anne Carcinogen
03:30
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oh, he reads Pitchfork?
wow, he loves hip-hop?
oh, he's so cultured
I wish I could be him
existence is embarrassing
a still life has no style
the spiders have seen my
most vulnerable moments
oh, he reads Carson?
wow, he loves horror?
he's so pretentious
I wish I could kill him
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2. |
Fortune Wheel
03:27
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tapping
never happening
seems to grapple me
take down and tackling
unlock the window screen
i know i must have been
maintain dissociate and feign the feels
hatred arises out of vacant ideals
so dont question it whenever i shout
its worth the while if you make it out
subliminal contortions in an aural space
indifferent unseen forces leave no neural trace
so what you want what do i got thats so goddamn enchanting
cuz i pulled a card and spun the fortune wheel
life occupation action lies deflated worth all im taking
as i exit relation
tower
always happening
witness nihilism
annular horizon
embrace the nails with skin
and now i gotta groove
saw a lion screaming in the centre frame
saw my reflection suddenly in pain
all while
ten swords fall on me
five cups spilt standing
i am the product of my illness
so i'll take this chance
with my pow wow dance
in satanic trance
as i spin the fortune wheel
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3. |
Blood Stomp
02:35
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4. |
Vrai Faux
04:17
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man of the dollhouse
I wear the paper pants
wash the wax fruit
water plastic plants
gonna take the mask off
the place I've taken root
it's a death cult
I'm afraid I'll follow suit
melt off my vinyl
reveal my core
I'm a thief
you're the trickster
I adore
they're not family
they're roommates
they're not family
they're inmates
we're not people
we're primates
filthy rich
we're all warped
give me the death i deserve
and spread me like a corpse
indoctrinate the dog
man's best friend
trapped inside
man-made laws
show him your scratch
he'll show you his jaws
melt off my vinyl
reveal my core
I'm a thief
you're the trickster
I abhor
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5. |
Kill Room Chair
03:58
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there is someone
living inside my body
I want him dead
i am a doll
with human teeth
stealing what i can
a paper man
who pushes his edges
gets ripped in half
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6. |
Hurt Someone
05:37
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breathe
in
breathe
out
don't understand my trust in nothing
try not to think it's much too something
so lay down onto the floor
I heard bodies underneath my door
ectoplasm withdrawals within flesh chasm
Ojibwe blood moon clipse passing complexion
burning cold wind blowing out my ins
I want to start a fight in your hobby
I want to fucking hurt someone
I don't know what to do with this body
I've got no guilt to feel undone
don't understand my trust in nothing
try not to think it's much too something
cause I become absent]
consequence collapses
down with a motherfucker
pay no attention to my fists
lay low do as I I say so
proceed slow or don't go
breach
break
breach
broke
I wanna
collide with this
facetime with bricks
chainlink facelift craves shit
phases filled with urine
view open coffins
or choosing to wait often
it's your delusion
now cease to exist
it kills me at night
ceiling my only sight
and I feel like I'd hurt myself
it kills me at night
ceiling my only sight
and I feel like I'd murder myself
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7. |
Tower
06:14
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