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Left on Red
02:48
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LEFT ON RED
It's going to be sundown
right on the eve of your birth.
Go West, go down with the Sun
to the Earth.
So you got tired?
Why don't you take the easy way out?
Just go ahead...
Just blow your brains right out!
(Be that Pollack on a smashing white wall)
Oh, you tried to tell them, but they never seemed to understand.
'cause what the fuck do they know about holding your Dad's gun to your head?
Saw the world in Black and White
so go and take that shot
maybe do something right.
No one is going to see you, so no one is ever going to see you again.
'cause no one here gives a fuck about you.
Trepidation/premonition
right before your eyes.
Trigger finger on the barrel of a .45
So you got tired?
Why don't you take the easy way out?
After all, everyone has a little chemical imbalance.
(Serotonin, where the fuck have you been?)
Oh, you tried to tell them, but they never seemed to understand.
'cause what the fuck do they know about holding your Dad's gun to your head?
Saw the world in Black and White
so go and take that shot
maybe do something right.
No one is going to see you, so no one is ever going to see you again.
'cause no one here gives a fuck about...
(at least they never seemed to give a fuck about...)
So I'll give them something to talk about
'cause who the fuck would ever give a fuck about you?
but when you're dead, they miss all those things you did.
when you're dead, they will miss all those things you did.
when you're dead, they miss all those things you did.
when you're dead
when you're dead
when you're dead
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WHEN YOU GET THE MESSAGE, HANG UP THE PHONE
What's your business?
Man, what's your problem?
you got solutions, but God, you don't how to solve them.
In Mania
we become unglued
stick me back together
tell me what I am supposed to do
(to)
Shut off
Shut off
Shut off
Shut off me
(how do I shut this thing off?)
Waxing/waning with the moon
"You came off a bit too strong"
well, maybe I came about a bit too soon.
these social circles, they stretch for miles
just don't overstate your welcome
whatever you do, don't cramp their style
cause she's got a penis and a phone,
one's right in my pocket, man, and one I left all home alone.
so give me psilocybin
or LCD.
With proper dosage, I can learn to finally be
(and)
Shut off
Shut off
Shut off
Shut off me
Distorted thinking, yeah it's a ruse
in one ear and out the other
in conflict with peer review.
But rouse that courage up, "stick it to that sticking place."
It's an N=1 life, so whatever you do
just don't run in place
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Cutter
03:13
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CUTTER
(also called: "BACCHUS THE BUTCHER")
come a little bit closer
I promise not to bite
itchy thoughts
of vice and lose
tend to keep me up at night
oh, this ain't what you wanted?
well, what do you expect?
it didn't matter if it's arms or ropes
constriction always feels a little bit like death.
so leave the car running
cause it's poisoning time
my only tribute to Bacchus
I let my blood slowly mix with the...
(You are all so impressed by the stupidest shit)
(but as long as you're placated, you all just go along with it)
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4. |
Save Me
02:42
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SAVE ME
(featuring Jake WoodRuff)
Oh please save me from sorrows.
Save me today
For I may be gone tomorrow
It's these flat bottom shoes
that no longer fit me
anymore
So Save Me!
Oh please save me from sorrows.
Save me today
For I'll be gone tomorrow
It's these flat-bottom Blues
that won't release me
so won't you dear?
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20/20
02:38
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20/20
For Kelley
"Don't you think you're spinning out of control?"
but everything's so funny
but hindsight is always 20/20
Yeah hindsight's always 20/20
I wanna hang with the Queens after dark
I wanna write poems and fuck.
Run from cops and push my luck
I'll think of something as I dream of nothing
I wanna leave with a bad reputation
show up "late" to my own intervention
'cause being born was never my intention
Oh think of something, think something
everything will perish as we all do nothing!
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6. |
Way Out
02:05
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WAY OUT
When the sun rises up
you'll be gasping for air.
Throw your arms in the sky
and ask God if he cares!
"Heard they caught you screaming at work?"
so you put that bag around your head
now you're beginning to slip
now your beginning to slip
(maybe you've always been?)
So you plotted alone
another useless insect.
Circling the drain while parading your wings
only just to drown in the end.
But oh to be the Belle of the Ball
and have your work recognized.
Some affirmation of love
'cause between the lows and the drugs
there has got to be something...something...something
to let you know you're alive!
but it's all starting to gel
what I could never figure out
I'm just a face in the crowd
just trying to talk a little loud
but this bubble is going to burst
and you know it's going to hurt
as 7 billion people go wandering and starving
wondering:
"what the fuck? What the fuck did we do to this earth?"
Oh we all go down
eating plastics for snacks
collision course with extinction
not prepared for impact
but the privileged have dreams that won't stay on the shelf
cause in the end
the only thing that ever really matters is:
yourself
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