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When I break from myself
I break from no one else
I keep spotting the fall
instead of allowing my haul
to feed my patience
embrace my face as
The one thing that I own
the one thing I should show
that green cover of me
that tempestuous glow
And I will stop breathing
will lose all control for a clung ego
The one thing I pass to
a false meaning to me and several to you
When I break with myself
I break from it all while being obsessed
Those fragments of being
pierce all that I know I should never throw
the one thing I need, the meaning of me
And I force false genius
while spotting the fall of nothing at all
When I break with myself
I break from it all, not making the fall
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03:15
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I see the headlights striking
I push my titties up
I formed a long, long time ago
a damned moment I wait to adopt and
I hear the engine turning
I let my legs slide up
I built a long, long time ago
a blood bond as a palace
throw matches
I'll laugh with whoever gets me stoned
Just like each beat keeps crushing
I smash my knees like love
I came a long, long time ago
I pitched it all to place and fill it
I'll cry with whoever gets me stoned
Just pitch me up and I will fill it
Some place
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Travelling
03:50
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A deep heat, drenched in deviance
A messed start, indulge weakness
Some hummed parts to keep pleasing
a get some to dumb easieness
and I don't want to be useless, though
There's one name, efface tragic pursuit
A big win, while just spiriting proofs
to feel faults without spending is loose
and I just want to play with excess throes
Where hearts flee, I keep kneeling
I keep bumping it up, but are we travelling?
I try to wake up early and be on time, stretch and prep lunch
The vulgarity of what I've lost not attempting fully, laying and doing math
Deducting my faith in regularity, the loss of I will yet I don't paces around my bed
Starts chasing and screaming - impressive still, while doing everything only in that freezing space
I fantasize, but not actualize, a subdued non and one
A wanting so vile and purposeful, an oasis in hibernation, but a need to do it all
I need
And I don't want to be useless though
Where hearts flee, I keep kneeling
I keep bumping it up, but are we travelling?
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I Don't Wanna
03:49
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I gift myself to every day
it hurts me, I'm not enough
I trip down streets that shadows crave
drink spilling, I've had enough
I trip while walking every day
and it hurts me in every way
I stick to walking all the same
I just use shit, sustain no gain
I mean it tough
I fear it rough
and I'm ok
I don't wanna play music with myself
I can hear it, I'm not enough
Just gonna wear symptoms all alone
drink spilling, I'm almost done
I trip while walking every day
I keep on walking all the same
vacate my mind with poison drains
I just clip shit, I've had enough
I mean it tough
I fear it rough
And I'm ok
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Fun
03:42
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You've seen better days
but I don't want to cheer you up
oh no, I don't want to blow you
I've seen better days
sometimes desperation fucks me up
oh no, I don't want to hoe you
Think of all the ways
one decision opens 10 up
oh no, I'm still gonna blow you
What is meaningless
esoteric is how we view love
what fun
I still wanna know you
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True (Blue)
04:06
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I blow up brain tied without them looking away
and they carry, no absence
They get me out when I'm not looking to stay
shimmer sainthood, four leaf clovers
They show up and love in a conspicuous way
as waves
They get me out when I'm not looking to stay
not to stay
as waves
I trust they mean it
I fill up inspired in a meticulous way
my true blues
Even when I'm tried don't have to forfeit my youth
They blow me up as if my beauty is cool
can be teeth stained and hungover
Place me as a sun of an exceptional move
I dance forward, incline tender
I trust they mean it
I fill up inspired in a meticulous way
my true blues
Even when I'm tried don't have to forfeit my youth
Not blue, but true
they're my waves
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Spilling
03:07
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I want a love that's mourning just a little bit
not a thought that buries penchant
I want a fuck that knows what's up each minute and
plucks petals with throbbing tension
Needs penchant
One that knows what's up, some tension
Who keeps spilling, who keeps making
A messed up, a keep deepening
I need a lover that's dying just a little bit
hands so cold with flesh pried open
I need a fuck that will cry when it's all over with
salty tongue with whimper's gesture
Who keeps spilling, who keeps making
A messed up, a keep deepening
a broke thumb, a shake's dreariness
some look of, pensive cleanliness
I want a lover that's yearning like the imminent
stroke of known is violent senses
I want a fuck that hones in on some sacred trist
gets me not to sleep or wake up
A mountain
A monumental scape, nourished garden
Who keeps spilling, who keeps making
a green thumb, a break's demon
I want a fuck that knows what's up each minute and
plucks petals with throbbing tension
I need a fuck that will cry when it's all over with
salty tongue with whimper's gesture
I want a fuck that hones in on some sacred trist
gets me not to sleep or wake up, I don't want to wake up
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Broke Shit
02:51
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Flip out, no time to handle it all
those promises that we just won't believe anymore
Not fine, the distressed monster evolves
you won't protect - we refuse your referral of growth
No, there is no healing, no dealing with all
the broke shit you try to pass off as imagery solved
Not kind, we will show no kindness at all
you fucking broke it
Advise, the presumption of vision at all
make us sweat, choke on bile you forced us to swallow
It's fire! Your woke, lit, spit expulsion of lives
the sickest trend of your hoodie revolution
Placed laws ensuring crass, class, pockets like claws
extol birthright, heir's prayers and idol applause
Not fine - status has no conscience at all
it's all just broke shit
Don't want to hear your designer truth
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Pit
03:57
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Feel me slip away
while I scrape myself again
Reel me, try and catch
while I drown myself in haste, in a hurricane
Clean me with your lips
while I thrash my wounds in shit
Grieve me in a daze
while I drag you in my pit
I want to neglect me
I want to not fight
I want to reject me
I want to
Feel me slip away
while I set myself on fire
and I worship every flame
Grieve me in a daze while I drown in a hurricane
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All the dealing that I'm under
compromise hit the head
ample stealing someone's thunder
so many books unread
making anger, heaving blunders
a quick pick me up
I don't need to have a real life, baby
I just wanna make it home
Got these plaster masks of rotten
rotate as reams of dread
10,000 lbs that I'm under
I'll take it really, will take it
I don't need to have a real life, baby
I just wanna make it home
Tremble pieces of get right, naming
I just wanna make it home
Got these gleaming metal objects
roomy cuts midnight blue
dangle while beaming above me
I'll take it really, will take it
I don't need to have a real life baby
I just wanna make it home
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Rid Of Me Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Heavy melodic noise punk from Philadelphia
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