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(sus)
00:34
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Each day, more taken away
The grieving gutted remain
Frozen, isolated, alienated, and afraid
But you don’t have to stay
You don't have to stay
You don't have to stay
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Pack a lunch
No salt and no limes
Loser flags
Velvet rope lines
Silly goose
Pearls clutch swine
Manager deputizes the line
Won’t you be my neighbor?
Rome wasn’t burnt in a day
Be patient
This marriage turned into a pumpkin
We’re stupid, we don’t know how to act
This union slowly corrupted
American as a suicide pact
Won’t you be my neighbor?
Come and get run over
Rome wasn’t burnt in a day
Be patient
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3. |
GOOSESTEP
02:01
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You keep in line and
Call it surviving
Follow the old cow
On up this ramp now
It ain't OK
For you to say
What we all see
So rude to point the finger
Have decency
Eyes down and ignore the slaughter
This ain’t no goosestep
It's just a goosestep
A silly goosestep
A little goosestep
If you obey
They’ll kill you anyway
Trans kids today
You and yours butchered tomorrow
Don't cower, acquiesce, and
claim that you did your best when
Your power sits at rest and
your soul screams
Fight for survival!
Get off the goosestep
Get off the death ramp
Don't wait to be last
Get off the goosestep
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4. |
DEATH WORSHiP
01:15
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Come out and play Cops and Looters
A field trip day for school shooters
Mommy, I wanna be the Punisher
Mommy they wouldn’t do
What I told them to
Play pretend
Wicked fun
Camera off
See a gun
Worshipers of
White ambition
Think of death
Pray for tradition
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5. |
RATCHET
01:41
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Ain’t them’s, ain’t yours
Quit your crying
And try and enjoy your turn
Couldn’t spin a stranger fiction
Than the truth you call your own
Backed off into a comeback
Turned on and left alone
Break my bones
Cap my knees
Ocean of stone
Stylish disease
Ratchet
A tragic scene
Idle engine
Ghost machine
Nasty
Throw dirt on me
Water into
Dopamine
Cat tongue
Throat slit
Anxious
Gas lit
Red flags
Green light
Cold eyes
Just my type
Ratchet
A tragic scene
Idle engine
Ghost machine
Nasty
Throw dirt on me
Water into
Dopamine
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6. |
MAMBO NO. 666
03:06
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Hail Satan and pass the lubrication
Hail Satan for Mambo Number 666
Sifting through the pieces of your telekinesis
I can’t find any reasons to weather all your seasons
Cuz you believe in Jesus
And I don’t have the time deal with that shit
Sunshine
Cigarettes
I’m dripping with the evidence
Of our long night of misdeeds
Alright, alright
Hail Satan and pass the lubrication
Hail Satan and pass the lubrication
Hail Satan for Mambo Number 666
Since when are you pious? You shook longer than I did
You took it like a pirate, you crept out like a sidechick
You fuck just like a psychic, a psycho, and a nihilist
Sometimes
I forget
You’re married to your hopelessness
Begging to die on your knees
Don't pray for me
Hail Satan and pass the lubrication
Hail Satan and pass the lubrication
Hail Satan for Mambo Number 666
Ten toes way down
I keep it 666
Feel a fire in my soul
And warmth on my dick
Yeah, I’m a sucker, I’m a lollipop
Yeah you bad, twist around on top
Daddy issues so you know I’m easy
Someday somebody’s gonna see me
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7. |
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you’re listening to 420 p-o-l-y-a-c-h-i, manchild in the morning. hey, did i catch you dreaming? wake up and start screaming. that was mambo no. 666, loose and sloppy off the new flop record “american idiot” by limp bizkit. or whatever. it’s now 666 a m on this malevolent monday and you’re already late for work. no time to shit, no time to shower. don’t even think about brushing your teeth. slam that red bull, hit that res bowl, and get your cock on the clock. remember, more than just your lifestyle is on the line. no moolah, no monogamy. no shekels, no shelter. no finances, no food. that’s right, if you wanna feed your kids you don’t get to see your kids. hey, hey, hey, them’s the breaks and here comes the rake. remember, you can never leave but you don’t have to stay. this train’s too big to turn it around. don’t frown so hard and end up underground. just open your mouth and let it all trickle down
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8. |
TRiCKLE DOWN
03:13
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Do you get, like, a punch card?
Say ten prayers, be a dick
That last one, it doesn’t count
That barista is a witch
She shrank your hubby undies
She make him wee-wee twitch
She make you wish you younger
All you are is old and rich
Trickle down the inseam line
An ingrown hair in your mind
Sugar Drink
Pineapple and lemon pine sol
And just a hint of Almond Joy
Suck it down
Keep your mind unleavened
Reverend alone with little boys
Each Sunday, suggestion box
The Cosmic Manager
Counts your tips, jacks you off
Smells your kids, culls orchids
Through his humble, pedo underboss
He sends you an invite at the end of days
Prompt service, no back talk
All the Booms sail away
Trickle down the inseam line
An ingrown hair in your mind
Sugar Drink
Pineapple and lemon pine sol
And just a hint of Almond Joy
Suck it down
Keep your mind unleavened
Reverend alone with little boys
You should smile
There’s money in Heaven
Reverend alone with girls and boys
You’re perfect
And none are forgiven
Children are only broken toys
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9. |
USELESS
02:35
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Useless unless I’m used
Useless unless I’m used
Such a burden to you
Useless unless I’m
The strong and silent type
Is sensitive and handy
But he’s a poltergeist
You’ll have to be his stand-in
You always obey Mother
Put her above your lover
You never do what I say
And I squeezed out your baby
Useless unless I’m used
Useless unless I’m used
Such a burden to you
Useless unless I’m
Your life is wasted on you
Shut up, do what I tell you
You follower, you puppy
Come snuggle up to Mommy
Come for the peanut butter
I am putting on my tummy
Soft boy, get hard for me
Let’s make a little brother
Useless unless I’m used
Useless unless I’m used
Such a burden to you
Useless unless I’m
For so long I’ve known this day would come
Obsolete, exhausted
Time is an ocean to the young
We all drink the water
The fire burns so bright in some
We think it lasts forever
Fewer the grains, faster that they run
Better off dead than useless
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10. |
MR. BULLDOG
02:27
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Show me the line
You can’t
It’s in your mind
Get zapped
The hand that hides
Your ball
The hand that points
Your fault
Master, do we need to go?
Fear in your pheromones
I’ll be directed, your eyes are low
You need to be protected
You stupid beast
Save me
Sit for the leash
Walk free
The hand that chokes
Feeds you
The hand that strikes
Needs you
Master, do we need to go?
Fear in your pheromones
I’ll be directed, your eyes are low
You need to be protected
Mad at them, frothing at me
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11. |
MR. TRASHCAN
01:36
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I’ve been pushed, cajoled, and bulldozed
I’ve been kind and patient
You’ve been really mean
And I don’t understand why
I’ve been good to you
Can’t you be good to me?
I was good
I was obedient
I was Mr. Yes-man
Now I’m Mr. Trashcan
You have never seen my face
You have never seen my face
I was good
Such a good boy
Gone for good
Chewed through your chew toy
You have never seen my face
You have never seen my face
I was Mr. Yes-man
Now I’m Mr. Trashcan
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12. |
ONLY DEAD THiNGS
04:18
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Row your boat or don’t
Sleep or keep on thinking
Only dead things float
Swim, continue sinking
Name a mission to the moon
Lock me into an empty room
And nobody who cares for me
Has the key
Rest in peace
Each night as we sleep
We practice dying
I dreamt I held you
Safe and warm
Each moment we keep
This is forever
Somehow I saved you
From the storm
Never waking up again
Never waking up again
I can almost reach your hand
I can almost reach
Close my eyes to see you
Lose myself to feel you
My window to escape through
My skull opening up
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13. |
THiS iS NOT A SONG
01:57
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This is not a song you can sing along to
Why the Hell would you think it’s about you?
Do I look like Dorian Grey?
You watched me change
Refused see it
Lost himself in his head
In his head
Trapped within his mind
The game will not continue
This is the headstone of an ego
I won’t explain
You don’t deserve it
He who tried to justify
He who cared to understand you
Shot himself in the head
In his head
Blew right through his mind
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14. |
REKD
02:32
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I’m unclean
Oil-slick serene
I’ll see myself out
A cellar door
Opens for
A solemn summoning
Lashing out
Blowing lines
I’ve been long since
Left behind
Deconstructing
Years of abuse
You’re looking at me
I’m staring through you
Is this me?
Am I free
To be nothing more
Than this disease
Honesty
Decency
Albatross autonomy
Putting out
Disgusting vibes
I’ve been long since
Left behind
Deconstructing
Years of abuse
You’re looking at me
I’m staring through you
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15. |
ROONT
02:53
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Someday somebody’s gonna see me
X-ray specs, Cracker Jack box
Boy, look at you
Unprotected sex ends in hip lock
She meant it to
Back with your ex, Eden’s changed
Who’s dog-walking whom?
Unrequited love for your X-Box
Dinner for two
Someday somebody’s gonna see me
Let them eat cake
Let them shove it too
Let them shit down they legs
Let them call me ruined
Light bulb brain, Easy Bake womb
Girl, look at you
Him is a mess, shoulder chip rocks
Drunken buffoon
Lackluster sex, and he’s drained
Now he’s draining booze
Him trade a ring for your cat box
No honeymoon
Someday somebody’s gonna see me
Let them eat cake
Let them shove it too
Let them shit down they legs
Let them call me ruined
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16. |
POO-TEE-WEET
01:40
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I don't know what the fuck to say
Sing!
Sing!
Sing!
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17. |
(silence inoculum)
01:43
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you have wondered far
but you could never stray
come back
the shepherd welcomes weary, wayward sheep
i will find you where you are
you cannot walk away
come back
the father holds his open arms and cradles eternity
silence slithers cold and hard
and silent are your screams
come back
so far from the warmth, will you ever sleep?
come back
i alone know your dreams and nightmares
come back
your lips are sown
i alone can speak
come back
do not push me away
come back
come back
come back
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