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Pretty Boy
03:16
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Born from a liar and raised in the dirt, I'm a natural born killer not meant for this earth.
I'm a hypocrite, an idiot, a piece of shit, a fucking dick. I hate waking up, I hate you, I miss my fucking friends.
At the end of days I'll be known as a crook, or the lord's bastard son with his nose in the good book.
I'd sell my soul if it meant you'd carry this pain.
I'd kill my family if it meant thngs would change.
I'm talking out my neck while I'm pissing down your leg, tell me aint that a fucking kick in the head. I'm rebuilding bridges with matches in my pocket, I've got all my friends around me but theyre powerless to stop it.
When you look at me what do you see?
You can't hold this against me.
Lord almighty, you've got shitty timing, couldn't wait a lifetime now you wanna come and find me. Where were you, where were you even hiding? Years without a word and now you wanna know how I've been?
That's not how this is gonna work. I know you say you're different now, but you're such a fucking curse.
Oh pretty boy, where have you been? Been around the world and now you're running again. Tell everyone- tell your new friends about the pretty boy with the bloodstained hands.
Born from a liar and raised in the dirt, I'm a natural born killer, not meant for this earth. I'm a hypocrite, an idiot, a piece of shit, a fucking dick. I hate waking up, I hate you, I miss my fucking friends.
Born from a liar, raised in the dirt.
You can't hold this against me.
We can hold this against you.
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Chew
03:41
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Chew out the fat. Chew out the fat. Want I want I want nothing.
Chew out my weakness. My weakness leaves with you.
And once my weakness leaves, there will be nothing left to do.
Chew out my weakness, my weakness leaves with you.
Fuck you for everything, fuck you my tried and true.
Tried and true.
You got the best if me, so thanks for fucking nothing.
Through all those wasted years, you turned me into something.
How can I go on with an empty cup? I'm this fucking close to giving up.
Chew it up.
One slip and you're the enemy. Not a single regret, no sympathy.
That's all it takes and you're gone. I'll never see you again, so long.
I've had enough of people like them.
Their weakness is a sin.
And after everything you've been through, all that's left to do is chew.
I can feel it in between my teeth.
There's nothing else I need.
Chew out the fat. Want I want I want nothing.
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3. |
End (feat. Brent Mills)
03:43
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You've just taken all of it. You're dead.
Parasite state of mind. Scum. Full of it all. Still human somehow.
Can't get your eyes out of my mind. Can't seem to get all of your feelings out right.
Love doesn't mean anything. Not to a man like you.
When is it ever enough until you're through? I'll out my heel on the head of a snake like you.
Consummate your grip on me. Tighter than before but more loving it seems. You'd do what you could, you'd find the means, after all this time you still haven't come clean.
Oh, give me a god damn break. You just aren't any good, are ya? You're making it really really hard to trust anybody these days, and I know I'm not the only one that feels the same.
Tell me, what's your fetish? I know you've got a few.
Tell me, what's your fetish? I can see right through you?
What's your thrill? Sick of it all. It's all too vanilla. You want something strong.
Tel me, what's your fetish? I know you've got a few.
Tell me, what's your fetish? I can see right through you.
Seduction is forever. No matter what they say.
Love it more than ever. Call it uninteresting.
Just take it in. Take it in.
You've just taken all of it.
I can see the red on your face while you waste more precious time.
Seeking sweet release when your love is on the line.
Wait.
It hides in me.
We know just how to bring it out.
Wait for me. You're holding out on me.
We're passing on the feeling.
Fed by hand, out of the mouth again. The panic starts.
We need another carrier.
We're passing on the feeling.
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4. |
Red Wash
03:40
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Line cut short. Heavy and coarse. I'm biding my time in a trojan horse.
You cut it all out, there's nothing. How can one man be so disgusting?
I'll be fine in due time.
Poor example of a life well spent. Poor example with no benefit.
No action. Afraid of every skeleton in my closet.
No option. I just can't, just can't stop this.
A shameful slide into substance relied on. Like a crutch, like a crutch.
I don't wanna wake up anymore. Iv'e had just about enough.
God save me. I'm gonna skip town. Living under wet blankets, they just weigh me down.
I may never walk again. Constriction is my only friend. Circulation plays pretend. Crying on my hands and knees.
Like a wet blanket, you can't seem to shake it.
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Gun
05:22
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I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun to work
I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun to church
We’d meet in the park, we’d drink until dark
Get behind the wheel and then crash our cars
I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun to work
I was seeing triple for seven whole years
Built my personality around my relationship to beer
Considered jumping off of my roof
The shit I’ve fucking done, I could never tell you
Swore if I got home that I’d cut it out
Then I drank for four more months, but what better time than now?
It’ll be worth it to not feel like shit
I can spend the rest of my life fucking haunted
I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun to work
I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun to church
We’d meet in the park, we’d drink until dark
Get behind the wheel and crash our cars
I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun
Went to rehab to get it figured out
But insurance stopped paying, so I guess I’m better now
Went and got a sponsor, but he was a piece of shit
So now I’m doing it alone and I fucking love it.
Haven’t touched a drink since 2019
Yeah, this shit is fucking great; I can see clearly
Everything I’ve done, and everything thing I said
I hate being sober; hate living in my head
I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun to work
I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun to church
We’d meet in the park, we’d drink until dark
Get behind the wheel and crash our cars
I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun
I’m breaking the fuck down
Now that you’re gone, I don’t know who I am anymore.
I miss drinking for fun. My gun went off at work.
I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun to work
I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun to church
We’d meet in the park, we’d drink until dark
Get behind the wheel and crash our cars
I miss drinking for fun
Now I carry a gun
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6. |
Jubilee
04:00
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Fuck it, I want love
I want peace. I want trust
I want soft words, soft touch.
I said fuck it, I wanna love.
I wanna feel the wind in my hair
I wanna quit my job and not care
I wanna crown made of flowers
I wanna lay in the grass for hours and hours and days and weeks and months and years.
Selfishly been searching
A blind eye to the truth
Selfishly I’m searching
I’m searching for you
Tight lines, bluebird skies- Can’t seem to shake this feeling.
I’m on holiday, what can I say?
life doesn’t last forever.
Here and now
Here and now
It’s all- it’s all up to you.
Gimme all you got and I’ll give it back
Gimme all you got and I’ll give it back
None of these bones were meant to last
Gimme all you got and I’ll give it back to you, whatever you want.
What is left to give?
Still haven’t given enough
What is left to give?
Ill give you everything I’ve got
My body.
What is left to give?
Fuck it, I want love
I want peace. I want trust
I want soft words, soft touch.
I said fuck it, I wanna love.
I wanna feel the wind in my hair
I wanna quit my job and not care
I wanna crown made of flowers
I wanna lay in the grass for hours and hours and days and weeks and months and years.
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7. |
Ley Lines
03:17
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Sometimes I want to self implode
I’m standing barefoot on a broken whiskey glass
Im much too foolish to make this last.
Pull the pin before you throw
Close your eyes and let me go
Body gone in the afterglow
Caught up in the thick of it, caught up in the thrill
Don’t walk my way. Some time. Some day. Set up to be knocked down.
A head in hands. No time. No plans.
I’m too far gone to see what’s in front of me.
What are you gonna do? Who are we gonna be?
I’m standing barefoot on a broken whiskey glass.
I’m much too foolish to make this last.
Felt it out, I really tried
Leverage on a compromise
A great foundation- that’s a lie
Caught up in the agony caught up in the thrill
Caught up in the agony caught up in the thrill
Caught up in the thick of it caught up in the kill
Caught up in the agony caught up in the thrill
Caught up in something I can’t explain
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Poor Advice
04:46
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Another night spent wandering a gutter.
Another day spent testing my senses.
What a time to be alive
Just going through the motions.
Cut from the same cloth, still different
Notion for something to change
Expecting something from nothing
Waiting around- but it's the same
How many times in your life do you think you’re just running out of time
Just another slave, just another slave, just another slave to the Gemini
I feel sick
I feel stuck
I feel sick
I don’t give a fuck
Tomorrow might be better
Tomorrow could be worse.
Tomorrow might be walking on air
Tomorrow might just have my nose in the dirt.
And if I die tomorrow
Even before I wake
Lord I pray, with my hands in the sky
I pray tomorrow takes my soul away.
Oh, but we’ll see- world keeps turning.
I’m calling it quits for now, I’ve put a lot on my word and all my word's run out
I’m draining the world up dry but it’s not my problem. It’s not my problem
of course it’s my problem
Get over yourself.
I think you need some help
Cause it’s always-
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