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plants and danimals
03:41
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there's just no way that we could be human when you think about it
i've always felt more like a tree, and you say you're this god or goddess
at your shrine i bend my knees to tell you that i'm here too often
i am fasting in your name, so hear me now, you've been accosted
so what the fuck? what other institutions did you crash?
seated upright because the shoots beneath your nails don't hurt so bad
at least not like they did
don't you look at me
don't take more than you need
there's just no way that we could be lucid while we're trapped in traffic
there's just too many goddamn roads and too many goddamn people on them
i understand i'm not unique, but ordinary has me captive
i'd intervene with inner peace if i could just stop needing your attention
i could get us out of this
all you've got to do is say
you'll never love another kid more than you love me
i could get us out of this
had we not murdered three whole people
i think that we should probably just leave
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orthodontia
02:52
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when you start your day, do your teeth feel loose
do you lose your way and refuse to move
will you tell me that you think i'm cool
will you kill yourself and kill me too
i was digging through an open wound
with my filthy hands and my rusty tools
will you tell me that you think i'm cool
because i'm trying really hard
what a dirty way to live
what a mess i bet i made
them pick up human shit
simple shadows in a cave
we're idiots with cool hair
idiots with cool shoes
idiots with cool, sunken shark eyes
did you show up late with untied shoes
did the traffic suck, did you watch the news
did you pack your lunch, did you shoot your school
have you had enough
do you think i'm cool
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no call no show
03:35
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if nobody cares, then it's all mine
tracing the tracks i felt more of you than i admitted at the time
the time is all compacted back inside the helpless habits
of hairless, upright derelicts
of countless uptight counterfeits
and i am the worst of the bunch
i'm the whole fucking reason we're all losing touch
and it's not as impressive as it sounds
I am the finest of print
i'm the tallest of buildings printing businesses
and it's not as impressive as it sounds
i am a landfill
i am a fistfull of pills
i am the standstill in the way way way way way way back of you
i am the last hope that this planet's got
and i am a no show
i am a narcissist and everybody here is just a mirror
i am a masochist but everybody here can understand
i am a human being as guilty as it is, it's getting easier
i am the wonder kid who's likely sent to do more than i can
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4. |
pay bills and die
04:11
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i'm not comfortable yet with living
or how i've been spending my cash
i'm not comfortable yet with dying
can't pay attention, can't care
i don't hear when you laugh and it kills
i'm a polaroid picture of myself
developing into forgetful and proud
my corners are curling
i'll whisper a warning to anyone breathing your air
come sit
in hard plastic chairs
we can talk
admit we've been there
we spat warm whiskey on cuts
to be fair
if it burns, then you know what i mean
if it burns, you were thinking of me
if it burns, then it's probably clean
peal me from off of your shoe
wring out your hair
sing out your blues
i read to have read so i've got no excuse
to be using the words that i use
bone broke
enjoying a glitch
where i wake up for work
and then do it again
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5. |
wall of revealing light
03:13
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when you ask me if i understand
just know i probably don't
when your hardwood guts gave up your lunch
when your feeble fingers froze
i was posing at the precipice of a long and wordy joke
but i kept it to myself because myself is all i've ever cared to know
when the paint won't dry
your eyes won't wet
and your neighbor's dog should die
you should take it on yourself
and you should take that puppy's life
because someone else has yours and they boring, they are fine
now if you can tell me two worse things to be, fuck i'll just give you mine
'cause i don't use it anyway
i mark my time i guard my space
i wait in line
i hide my face
i let my blood
i've signed my name
i'm miserable, but i'm glad i came
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you and i (w/e)
03:50
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i said that i'd stop calling your things other things
we mean well, but this poetry's just poetry
i know you need a needle when you're next to me
a bubble in your veins, you human tire swing
and there's no rest
until we forfeit and we forget
that it felt fine
to leave our cell but lose our free time
i'm not clean when you're not
i'm not clean when you're not here
your socks soak up the blood spilled from your knees
it hurts to beg, but hurts just as much to breathe
i know you need a nightgown and a softer scene
you've been entertaining gargoyles amongst other things
and there's no time
our vessel's punctured, say your goodbyes
and it feels fine
to let our refuse replace blood lines
i'm not clean when you're not
I'm not clean when you're not here
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7. |
businessmanship
06:02
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oh my god, my little bed ridden thing
it's been so long, tell me what disease do you bring
oh my godly reactress on a string
i've known no hurt in this lifetime at least
so you may retract your sympathy
break ground, break bread without me
go carry out your day
shove my permission in my face
i am watching from way over here
with my dick in my hand, and god's voice in my ear
i am praying, though it is out of fear
that they can hear me tell myself why i'm here
i love no one
i feel nothing
i am absent
i am blushing
i am shameful
i've been lying
i am careful
i am trying
while you were preening
i studied double meanings
i whittled out a wooden sword
to hold against your neck
while you were touching
i kept myself separate
and i kept my fucking ego in check
it hurts when talk about it
so we don't talk
we don't talk about it to anyone
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8. |
training video
02:54
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you keep yourself tidier than most
shapeless and blameless, a half hollowed host
so i put my hands where they're not supposed to go
and press until you're perfect and pure
until you're gross
so what do you say
i could live inside you
fill in the space
you notice but are used to
all that i need is permission to kill you
wax paper, wax paper
look what i look through
seeing the sun through your eyelids, you relearn
how to make light of the death that you deserve
born to complain, you claim everything gets worse
now your'e just sad 'cause you've got no good reason to be
alive
so open up
nice and wide
share yourself
spend your time
show me yours
now it's mine
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9. |
nature'styrofoam
06:34
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white gold, black mold
i have no soul to speak of
i uphold elitist codes
in the subtext, and the liner notes
fight to puncture parchment veins
children's scissors, ketchup stains
understated caution tape
part the plastic, i'm sure it's safe
i don't want to be the one to ask
i like to keep myself behind the glass
it's easier to watch when i don't feel it
easier to care when i conceal it
clock in, watch out
we are raping each other for profit
map pins under muscles and skin
mark the places you wish you'd kept private
i am special, can't you tell
by the way my sorrow bloats and swells
beg and barter with yourself
love me harder or go love someone else
if i had some money. then i could be happy
but if i where happy, i'd want to be sad
so i guess that i've made it, but i'm still complaining
because i showed up naked and everyone laughed
when i look at myself, i see everyone else
when i look at myself, i don't blink
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10. |
beige
05:27
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i keep telling them this won't last
like this is something i could work past, but it's not
i may not look it, but i am impressed
you cracked the code, you disengaged all the alarms
now i have got to change my address
to some under furnished little track mark in your arm
no one's on your side
but that's because there's no one here
we don't deserve to die
just because we're still alive
not even i can believe that
i feel better when i'm upset
set up tragically to take the fall for you
i am liquidating assets
because we've got debts to pay and grownups to impress
i still bitch about my bad back
but i'm still framing, i'm still blaming this on you
and all the features forged
all the air you've yet to use
they are far from paid for
but you'll return them pretty soon
we don't deserve to die
just because we're still alive
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