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Projectile
08:29
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Walking sly
Projectile
Seemed so far
Direct heat
Burns so deep
Breaks my heart
Caked with hard, vagrant slime
Really don't feel like dying
Walking sly
Talking jive
Ain't no reason
I remain
Projectile
Ain't no reason
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2. |
Obsessed Tribes
02:09
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Goodness sakes, pussyfication, my mutilated mirror eyesore
I will breed eliminated kiddos, tripod heroes, landlords
Obsessed tribes, feminine sentiment lexis
Excess style quota, trembling, my oh my
Honey child fucking the furniture, give it a horse-slap across my teeth
See me grab my scimitar 'til I feel it 'neath my feet deeply
Obsessed tribes, feminine sentiment lexis
Excess style quota, trembling, my oh my
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3. |
Back to the Front
03:50
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Cracked open, severed head enema
Slow motion, looped it 22 times
You caught me dozing on the vestibule, Curly Q
Romantic notions under slaughterhouse skies
Back to the front wearing hippy beads and Tarot daggers
Feeding on scum, burning purities to be damn sure it's dead, Sir
Hey, all you shit kickers, never stop dancing
Lift up your wig and make the parking lot scream
I tend to focus on insane fantasies
Can't let you in, I bet you devastate easy
Back to the front wearing hippy beads and Tarot daggers
Feeding on scum, burning purities to be damn sure it's dead, Sir
Can't understand our triptych union
Collecting static from the gallery group
Can't understand about a part-time puker like you
Back to the front wearing hippy beads and Tarot daggers
Feeding on scum, burning purities to be damn sure it's dead, Sir
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4. |
Priestess
05:14
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Ooh Priestess will you ever learn how to talk correct?
Black season, stacked pirouettes top of them bald head dregs
Syndicated hand jive, occasionally she's a friend of mine
Eases me when I slip down again
I only came here to fade into the crowd
Phantom phrases, depraved lips and purple flower power
I may never be your baby
Can't trace this psychic energy, Priestess
Eases me when I slip down again
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5. |
Octagon
02:15
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Blank
Jitter eyes
The surf breaks
Upon her thighs
Copped a bright octagon
Copped a real, real bright octagon
Plagues
Laid waste
Detained
My muse
Copped a bright octagon
Copped a real, real bright octagon
Ooh, I'm a disease
Giggling clown, lie and deceive
Trying to stand on my feet
This time
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6. |
Little Tyranny
02:23
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Happy amateurs, swollen blooms
Swimming naked in a hotel pool
My god, I need a girl like you
Love your jealous face
Ganja glazed
Delicate little tyranny
Doctor, why she always fill up my eyes?
Subtle wreckage of her tell tale smile
Proto-free range cinemaphile
Love your jealous face
Ganja glazed
Delicate little tyranny
Seen your video, you were just having fun
Reached the pinnacle, cherry popsicle study
Sad reality pulls my string
Keep it undercover, permanent pain
All other feeling has gone away
Just your jealous face
Ganja glazed
Delicate little tyranny
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7. |
They Mock this Pain
02:35
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Calling on you 'cuz I'm outta cash
Automatic, grab a hold and light it
Tough shit when my momma says
Ain't got nothing for your bourgeois crisis
Smoking Zodiac Hyacinth
Strapping up against half way Apaches
Hit the limit on a streak of luck
Found giant deficits, rusted chassis
They mock this pain, this tacky hell
Tractor beaming the coast
I went soft playing pranks now I'm Johnny Reb
Gotta keep my head clean climbing deep down in a hole
Where the freaks will leave me alone
Hand of God, odd extremities
Whacking off upon a nauseous day trip
Maybe we need another song
Fuck this second hand Elliott gayness
They mock this pain, this tacky hell
Tractor beaming the coast
I went soft playing pranks now I'm Johnny Reb
Gotta keep my head clean climbing deep down in a hole
Where the freaks will leave me alone
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8. |
Areola Spazz
02:39
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Hacker black holes
Hypotheticals
Camp another spawn
Die in the mines
Actor P.O.T.U.S. punks
Anybody but
Nifty voter fraud
Reach for the sky
Areola spazz
You lift the universe when you smile
Kitty corner kid
Ain't nothing major, just glad you made it
Careful where you sleep
Kamikaze dreams
Got the rock star
Chained to a memory
Areola spazz
You lift the universe when you smile
Kitty corner kid
Ain't nothing major, just glad you made it
God is loose in your precious curvature
Shook my blues on the day that you came
Held your little life, my descended star
Not a thing as beautiful and sweet as you just playing
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9. |
Truth Delivered
08:07
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Tore down, trolling the sticks
Dark clouds 'round the halo's edge
Pretty bleak when you're banking on memes
To get you free from the terror plot rumored to be
Lord, I wasn't raised this crazy
Certified, borderline even rational behavior
Harassed by strangers the minute I stepped across the crack
Paint it black
Last time I seen it was this interstate route
Some cheap seat city's braided latitude
So rare, just a flash in the mirror
That I took as a message of truth delivered
Now I may require a couple days with a paralyzed brain
Outrageous hours
I've got my eye on the first place
Vegetable jersey
Last time I seen it was this interstate route
Some cheap seat city's braided latitude
So rare, just a flash in the mirror
That I took as a message of truth delivered
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