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Cyclic Violence
03:31
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Hey there
Yeah you
I've got something to say
You are the greatest
You are amazing
And all of these things I do
I do them for you
Because you are the greatest
The author of all my love
Liberator from pain
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Coop
04:19
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Agent Cooper is our cat
He watches us get high
'Hey Coop, sometimes a lil' suicide
Can make you feel alive' oh my
I fear he watches us decline
A survivor's guide for the malcontent: drink till you learn to forget
A humble critique of the modern state: set it ablaze before it's too late
A modern state of the humble critic: uses bleach to line her stomach
13 ways to please your man: choke down daily Ativan
A sure fire way to know she's the one: break her nose with the butt of your gun
If she stays out of complacency, then you'll be the man you wanted to be
Tell me where you are
Dear God, I'm lost
I went off my suboxone, dived right back into toxins, I've been bleeding so often
I've been living without you, and losing my conscience, I hear your a doctor now
I'm with demons and gods, creators and authors, I hear it'll cost you
I've been learning to drown, ain't that fucking profound? All these bags coated brown
Don't know how to proceed, fleeting cries of a fiend, blood-letting obscene
Dear God, I'm lost
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Infinite, Perfect, God-like Knowledge (Killjoy)
"Fine ass bitches we'll take em to the strip. We got purple crystals and bottle service and a little gold man with a morphine drip with particles of faith all leading to this. Igneous waves of godly-fathered postulated, Killjoy common sense, Swallowing narcissus, Repulsive opposites, Like-sign confidence, "keep your cognitive thoughts in line with us" omnipresent, Arson-heaven, cops N' weapons, Gods N' peasants, Armageddons, lawless endings, cock N' heifers, "lawd forgive us", I'll bare witness, omnipotence, innocence, in a sense, finished. Get a grip on the imminent, not-so distant, infinite abyss, integrated oblivion, listen and witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! Witness! I got a bad bitch in the back of my cavernous vacuum and we're puffin' crack fumes, damn you pass a few smack cubes and we'll go back to the pad and smash till past two. Dangerous fuckboy love hell scorn in the form of a war-torn, coarsening gore, forging the poor with poison galore while orphans implore for a smorgasbord. Oh my lord, I'll beg you to fight while the mice keep their eyes on horizons of light. Divine is the mind, which righteous inside, kindness and vibrant cycles divide. Inclined to reside past the confines of time while all while grinding top of vials painted white. Keep your bowels in sight cause they just might leave ya, Pleasure breeds amnesia. Oh grim reaper, we beseech ya, touch our tyrannical leaders, keep us free from deaths cold fingers, ignite the caves where passion lingers, fleeting conscience, dreams of monsters, start beef with oldworld demon politics. Retreat is strategic, it's leaving the beast before sin seeps through the lesions of defeat. Meet me in seething grease! We'll eat through the creeping diesel piece by piece. Godless lobbyists, palsy communists, pulsating blocks of dishonest populous. I see a bitches with blissful butts importune you to resist the big booty lust. Logic seems so caustic to all yall narcissists, common politics. Kills my honor, steals my authors. Fear fathered a belligerent son, constituent of the massive golem. Yo never get hitched with a bitch who's batshit, Remember always drink paint on the Sabbath."
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Sin_Wav
04:28
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My whole fucking life reduced to a sinusoid
Periodic failures, culminating in my demise
Can I break this loop if I jump into your embrace?
Shit no, I've seen you before with another's face
All my hats have now become my mask
Veiling me, erasing my shit past
For a minute there, I thought I was decent
What a lovely lie, tremendous feeling
Chasing ghosts and temptress poltergeists
With gothic charm and paranormal highs
All in a Planck length
The violent lye I drank
Diving into well known waters
Surfacing for air and salty love
Love it reaches us all
It leaps o're fever dream walls
Its stain is engrained in my heart
Yet you break it every fucking day
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Cold Cooked
03:37
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Ironic Death
03:13
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The once wise owls of Athens traded their ethics for tenure
Chris sold his mom script of OxyContin to get cash for his vendor
Dual lives of the heartfelt and heartless no moderation may enter
The only truth is that there can be no other truths
Dancing upon nihilist swamp waters, humming tunes
Of the blameless lives we led back when love still consumed
A man died here,
A good man,
True fan of dram
Bring his body to the river
Watch as the ripples wash him away
Take his body to the river
Watch as the ripples wash him away
Boy meets babe at his office
he works up the confidence
to ask her for drinks
She says 'man that's swell,
you're a catch,
I can tell.
let's meet down by Marky's at 8?'
Boy is fucking ecstatic
It's the best news he's heard
Since he got clean
13 months ago
How would you like to drown with me
Just till our lungs fill with the sea?
How would you like to pierce your insides
with my toxic charm and insights?
Lonely days
They bite once they start piling up
Woe and weight
They ache and they change us to rust
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Sweet Somethings
03:58
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Who's whispering sweet somethings?
now my heart is so detached
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