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Let's pinch moths
00:36
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Diet Deaththreat
02:45
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D E A T H T O T H E C H A T S
Bullet necklace through your skull or mine
Shit is hectic, shit’s just pissin’ me off
On my way to your city via airplane
Thousand dollar fucking airplane
Fuck Melbourne
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
ith the heat of the sun
Laser beam arson
Right onto your house by satellite
Your land burning bright
With ember
Do you remember that you
Pissed me off
Fuck you
No seriously fuck you
But Melbourne
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
FUCK (FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK)
(FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK)
(FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK UCK FUCK FUCK FUCK)
(FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK)
(FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK)
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
Fuck you
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
I’m gonna burn Melbourne
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I’m
Doing fine
I exercise
And brush my teeth
I’m still straight edge
I’ve kept my edge
I sometimes laugh
And often sleep
I’m
I’m doing fine
There are times
Where I look a little closer at those flyers
The ones that say they’ll spare me from the fire
And those robes and hoods sparkle and seem pretty
And what compels me to make such a ditty
Like this one?
Do you like this one?
Is it sufficely done?
sacrifice of fun.
I’m fine
GODDAMN! I’m fine
I’m drugged
And made of weather
I’m all signed up
That van could fly
But I’m still alive!
Or did I die?
And I’m scared of that one wizard man
And I think we aren’t the ku klux klan
And I tasted blood for the first time
And I hope we aren’t the ku klux klan
I hope we aren’t the ku klux klan (×4)
(I’m fine) (×2)
I’m
Fine (×4)
I-hi-m
Fi-hi-ne (×4)
I’m
Fine (×2)
I’m fine
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5. |
beach fuck
01:57
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So we walked past the boardwalk
and said no to heroin
From the dude that in one week
Would die from heroin
And nothing’s too perfect
And you look like satan
But I did the math
And eureka! You’re all I got
So feign ignorance, darling
Cause frankly you’re dreaming
About true love, straight edge, and healthier eating
So let’s just see somber
And dance when we have to
And leave napkin death threats
That we really do mean this time
I’m dying (sleepwalking)
Yeah, I’m dying (I’m sleepwalking)
I’m dying (sleepwalking)
I’m dying (I’m sleepwalking)
I’m dying (I’m sleepwalking)
Baby, I’m dying (I’m sleepwalking)
Yeah, I’m dying (I’m sleepwalking)
Yeah, I’m dying (I’m sleepwalking)
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I’m transforming
Into
the loveland frog
My skin’s peeling
And you want
to do me wrong
Y'all wreak havoc
And I recede into the marsh
In muck I’m safe
With bugs to eat
Till I crave skulls
I have changed
And I’m submerged now
I can’t fathom
An overwater house
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7. |
King Tired
01:54
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I’ll never sleep like a normal man
If you keep killing women in my driveway
I listen in at 4am
And I think I love you in a fucked way
hey king tired
christen me wired
hey king tired
electrify the dire
Follow me until I run
through well lit wealthy neighborhoods
I turned around, called you a cunt
Now you’ll never feel like a normal man
hey king tired
gasoline on live wires
hey king tired
electricity and fire
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8. |
Eats Goats
01:30
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Uh- 123fuck
Crawl out
From the hearse that they put you in
It’s when you’re shot dead that life begins
Plan out
Your most intricate revenge
All the pulleys and systems
Don’t Doubt
A dead man’s will to live
all the pain that he can give
Devout
You’re eating lunch in the cemetery
on the grave where I was buried
Without
A soul behind your eyes
Just stiff and frozen wires
How about
We makeshift our amends
Just don’t kill me again
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9. |
wheelchair ramp
04:05
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if I were to speak in a language not as analogous
the slime on my hands would turn blood
and all the tongue-scabs I portray would be healed
to flick out that cheeky rhyme
“it’s just art”
and all the sadness in the world be gone
and elliot smith would have smiled
but my smoking gun, and mud caked hair
allow for heartfelt portals
Cause everyone loves the skinless man
Who doesn’t love a skinless man?
I wanna be the skinless man
I gotta be the skinless man
I always hated your poetry
it’s unpunctuated and hard to read
especially the ones that involved me
You had no right
to prove me right
But see in, between that last bit there!
There’s premis, prompt, and narrative
so ask THE ART why I care
I’m
Emotionally
Alright
Because everyone the skinless man
Who doesn’t love that skinless man?
Who wants to be a skinless man
Everyone wants a skinless man
Oh, everyone wants that skinless man
Who doesn’t love a skinless man?
I wanna be the skinless man
I’ll become a skinless man
Who doesn’t love a skinless man?
I’ll become that skinless man
I wanna be the skinless man
Turn me into a skinless man
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10. |
safety song
02:42
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And so the sunburns I’ve accum-u-lated are finally cancer
And I look so ashen some days that I carve out my face
And in that scabby crater there is peace
Or something to write about at least
Oh-
Gremlin masks on gremlin masks on gremlin masks on gremlin men (×3)
Gremlin masks on gremlin masks on gremlins
And I leave all my earthly possessions to the cannibals who hate me
You can have my entrails too, if my exs haven’t ate me
Fuck it
fuck it
fuck it
FUCK
It
Gremlin masks on gremlin masks on gremlin masks on gremlin masks (×2)
Gremlin masks on gremlin masks on gremlin masks on gremlin masks (eUHH uEHH) (×5)
Gremlin masks on gremlin masks on gremlins
on gremlins (×5)
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11. |
destroy song
03:12
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So I stayed up late
reading
through a satanic bible
(and I spoke latin)
(and I had visions)
(and I saw the time)
(that the world would end)
I was naturally devastated, unable to shake the due date
I need a talisman
(You’ll be my talisman)
I shouldered that knowledge on my way to the world’s worst shore
(that I walked 30 miles to)
(Just to prove that I needed you)
and I knew that I’d been at this place
many times before
but what else could I do!?
‘cause the very end is due!!
And the wise hating eye in the gorgeous red sun said
“Dude, you got 4 hours”
“Dude, you got 4 hours”
“Now, dude, you got 2 hours”
“Fuck dude- you got an hour”
Then he said”
Quetzalcoatl
Come Quetzalcoatl
Come Quetzalcoatl
Come Quetzalcoat-al (×8)
Come Quetzalcoatl (×∞)
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