1. |
Shit or Get off the Pot
04:50
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I am a liar a taker a thief
I don't love, I don't change
Reduce my life to black and white
A current pulls me down, why should I struggle
What can I do to make you take this from me?
Alone in a room stained with bad memories
And wasted hours spent scribbling things on a page
Thoughts trickle back to the thing I resent
About myself and the things that I lack
Things haven't really gotten worse but I have and I know it
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2. |
Two Part Season Finale
01:22
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Fade to black, title card: "the end"
Where is the ambition? Is it lost in silence?
Where are the chances? Are they lost in translation?
Where are the options? Are they there to begin with?
Where are your hands dragging you down towards?
Thirty minutes down to ten, I think you're getting too good at this.
Thirty minutes down to ten, the only thing you ever practice.
Gnaw your seams
Clear cut; cynical and clean
Use your hands
You are already dead
Count your breaths until you sleep
Splotchy red hands, face white as a sheet
Afraid of losing ground you take
Nothing lost, nothing gained
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3. |
Waterwitch Strikes Oil
03:25
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Let's take turns to see how bad it can get
Self fulfilling prophecies show me just how empty I am
A repeated diatribe: a story of failure
I don't try to better myself and devour my anger
My guts rot, all I do is drag my corpse
Regurgitating words that mean nothing to you.
Floating on forms I don't question anymore
Please don't be honest with me
Feathering a nest, but choking on dirt
I can't grieve
Let's take turns to see how bad things can get
Let your friends deal with the rest of your shit
I was once able to close my eyes
And imagine what my future might hold
Now I can't even bring myself
To imagine anything at all
Everything’s fallow, everything's fake
Each promise I make proves false in the end
Vomit up lies, choke on regret
Abandon your family and friends
Here lies the boy who wept for no one
And whom no one will weep for
Here is the place where I buried the questions
That I wanted to ask
Here are the people I hinder
That understand I'm something awful
Here are the hopes that I held onto, with wishes that they might bloom
Less than nothing, choking on dirt
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4. |
Satan's Vape Cloud
01:45
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Burn every bridge before you cross it
Every path I could take I ruined
Every well I could drink from I instinctively poisoned
Catharsis could never offer relief
I ignore the passing of days the passing of weeks
I turn away before people even start to speak to me
Life doesn't change but I struggle to simply remain
Regress to the point of shame
Give up, get worse, decay
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5. |
Tied For Last
04:48
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Gutted like a fish, nothing will go back in
It doesn't fit, it won't fit
Battle ready armor but how will it help
When there's no one left to deflect?
Craft stances and statements in your head
Flinch and let silence hang over instead
You hate yourself for those years you threw away
Watch in horror as one year becomes three
So I'll set myself ablaze and hope times goes by quick
Stuck in a loop, is it wrong to want to escape?
There's an end to my self destruction, and I will call it by its name.
An end to all of my doubts, that end is escape
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Born of anger, bored of bare truths
I spit on the world, devoid of my youth
To be buried, forgotten, in the yard
My self expression does not deserve to be called art
This is my war, to claw out a meaning
To burrow through the husk of life and be relinquished from dreaming
My destruction lacks any poetry
A cry for help in a lucid dream
Like a bug down the shower drain
What use are my skills? What use are my wings?
Lack of creativity, no process
Just anger thrown into a current
But this is mine!
The ink on the walls means I'm alive
For a second I have worth
For a second nothing matters
These are my black paintings
Let them rot in my house
Let the paint chip and the colors fade
Let them burn down
And when I'm dead and gone
I hope I leave without love
And I hope these still remain
This is mine, and mine it will stay
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