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I don’t like it / Drag me in your rut, while you’re making these rounds / Triple upper cut, show while taking me down / I don’t like it / You don’t take care of me, like some memory / You just get rid of me /
Lies to make you nut, just like owning downtown /
Easy fucking luck, show while taking me down /
You don’t take care of me / You just get rid of me
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I hear you baby, I got some needs of my own /
I see you fading, I can’t take nothing at all /
We talk on the phone til 4 am, I confess where I’m at and where I’ve been, but all the while you’re still fucking them /
I fear you hate me, you hum and drag me along /
You dig and bait me, some sort of nuclear song / I mean it fate me, go ahead and drill me for that test / Cruise bending maybes, I can’t take nothing at all /
We talk on the phone til 4 am, I rail thanks pleading delusion, cos all the while you’re thinking of them / I see you baby /
We talk on the phone at 8 am, no sleep, no means of coming off a transfer of noise that you always win /
Yo bring me death or leave me alone / You don’t know, so now I go
I’d rather be dead than pick up the phone /
You don’t know, now I go / There is no further trying to mend the hyper extension of being friends, you are holding on to a rope at its end /
I’d rather be dead than pick up the phone /
You don’t know, now I go
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Cut
03:28
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This sense of meaning, sure cut me up just a little bit /
I bleed to see in, after all this time /
I just want some clean space and cargo my own /
A safe place, unfazed that knows me alone /
Cut me up just a little bit, after all this time /
I beg to see in, cut me off just a little bit /
I want to be him, after all this time / I don’t want a big dick, drip, voice dropping tone, I just want a safe place that knows me alone /
Cut me up / I want to be him, cut me up just a little bit / Some sense of meaning, after all this time
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Pavement
04:40
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Got this danger on my shoulder, always telling me that nothing is enough / Agent currency of poison, paper cup /
We’ve got nothing to sell /
They own this combat, vulgar draped debris / Intestines on the pavement / We’ve got nothing to sell / Cellular walks start shaking, reveals a static scene / A misanthropes vacation impales me /
Believing, there’s some way to escape / Believe in, transcend it away / Existence abject taking, everything it seems /
Head first on the toilet, God help me /
Got this danger on my shoulder, always telling me that nothing is enough / We’ve got nothing to sell
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How You Say It Is
02:25
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Familiar range of topic / Superior myopic, so up end it all, in effort to keep it up / In effort to be how you say it is / In effort to beat him up / In effort to say it still /
A tricky sleeve and pocket / Eternal source of stop it, as you laugh it off, In effort to keep real tough / In effort to be how you say it is / In effort to get beat up / in effort to make it real /
Familiar range or topic / Eternal source of stop it / In effort to keep it up / In effort to be how you say it is / In effort to beat him up /
In effort to say it still
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Clean me out / Dream of making drought / Leaves careening drenched / Deep end roots entangled, lie, please bring me there /
We get off the same way, I dream of dying every day / But I don’t, I don’t / Clean me out / We get off the same way /
My tree is gutted, please lie me down / But I don’t, I don’t / My tree is branchless, please clear me out / I don’t /
No air, no leaves, I can’t imagine out /
My tree is branchless, please lie me down
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I get by on the edge and flip, some excuse for irreverence / I get bent for the hell of it, and it shows / Riding sunrise with them slow eyes and the homies / Devil knows, where I’ll end up washing makeup in the morning /
I slip by with no evidence, cause upset for the hell of it / Try and die high while we’re leveling, Devil knows /
Got this feeling choking absence will you hold me? /
I’m the Devil made of access to the lonely / I get bent for irreverence, I’m so sick of intelligence / I’ll get high til I make amends with god
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Paid In Prayers
04:25
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Wake up for any amount, we need to purchase so therefore figure it out / Aiming high, all performance is culture, the youth in trying, the cap of needing to sleep / When is the future, where is the motive / We keep the lights on / We drive a steady amount, steady in order to keep things in order / Professional, abet creation of medical bills and credit collectors / Shoved in the attic, a flooded basement, a box of photos, memories paid to exist /
“Count your blessings” over and over / Alarms to get up, alarms to shut off, a pretty penny, a formal knee popping switch, and turn on the “I will work through it!” /
Professional, we need to purchase / Alive to do it, alive to make up production hours, pile on a list upon list / We are not temples but building dimensions and from the ground up benefit others who steal our pillars and grave us with suffer
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Libertarian Noise Rock
02:00
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I get obsessed with being alone / Compelled, undressed and I’m digging / My minds conquest claims mythic unknowns and I’m spinning / So tired, this ache, my own body’s shown no sign of rest and I’m shaking /
I get obsessed with being alone / Compulsive stress and it scares me
I don’t want to be known / I get obsessed
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Feel You
02:54
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I’ve got enough curious beats of my own / Constellation shrine of fucked up, feel me /
A curious fault to the left of I’m hopeful, fully curates the all fall down / Escaping hello in a fit of impaired, I don’t dare /
I’ve got enough grey skies are making me yawn to create a language for never living / A passive caught up in deranged loss of feel you / Choke infinite calm down /
Escaping hello in a fit of impaired, I don’t dare / Or my dumb creation of optic instead, I don’t dare
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I am a creature that’s wearing your habit, crude version of a pay to play /
I am a melody meant for the weekend, long gone when Monday morning breaks / I want to consume all of your sad and map it for the next one to navigate / I just can’t make this, myself good enough /
I am a creature that’s wearing your habit, you move for me to celebrate / Exist in the crime of getting to know you, punished by time and better days / I just can’t make this, myself good enough / I bury myself to give life to convenience so you can have an easy stray /
I am a melody meant for the weekend, 20th stop to better days
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Rid Of Me Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Heavy melodic noise punk from Philadelphia
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