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Public Catharsis
02:58
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i told you i'd be back, im here to write you more stupid shit.
*to best enjoy this album*
its probably for the best you havent slept with me (gross), i dont owe you any money (ha!!!! ha!!!!) you havent seen me lately... cause ive been blacked out the entire fucking time. so what do i write about now, an entire life waiting to die?
split yourself into two with me. there's a pattern at the end of this story. you spent a few years, its been a few years since you all let me in. mitigation of motivation.. and dwindling friends.. hey.. im too low to get high in the bathroom.
woah.
split yourself off a nice part of me. theres a coward at the end of every one of your fucking stories. you spent the whole time in separation. gather around my congregation and bring your own cures and we'll be the death of the party. deep seeded sarcasm, i pretend but im not trying... youre listning to shit. utter complete bullshit. pre-fixed to poke the bear and bite my own head off. pre-fixed to hunt myself, one trick pony harakiri. id rather be lost in obscurity than mediocrity. tied to tongue-lies im failing just record it and you'll see. upload your consciousness to the cloud, a heaven-sub-city. angst and awareness erased casually... you can still follow me.
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Dead Herring
03:31
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Haven't you noticed anything strange today?
You died in your sleep last night, dropped dead in your sleep that's right. no way! yes, babe. can't stay? no way.You should probably handle this in a better way. You're whining you're crying you're signing you're dying okay?
still born in a blizzard/baptized in the flood/follow in the cyclone/break off in the wake/travel with the thunder/eyes roll through the storm/dug under infernos/buried/burned/or lost.
Digging through a void with a vertigo that manifests you dancing with the devil or at least that's what your shadow casts. Laid back in a death stare with those 'fuck me' eyes... as if i care. embody your own catalyst in catawol paralysis. Feeling woozy? Haunting your own house? Decaying from...
We watch as you sleep at night, all safe in your candlelight. Reality’s feelings still misleading or you just a huge dip shit, okay.
Inhale the tornado/Spit out hurricanes/Cough up forest fires/Hang men on the waves/Live in your own garbage/Wash up in the spills/Buy your own pine trench coat /Buried, burned, or lost.
You can't drown a red herring in a still with the absinthe of god. Sip back and deploy. You've been assigned to us forever. You're safe with us now. Get dragged over the commonwealth. Life was such a drag anyway.
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Sugar Skull
03:25
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I can't see the cataracts, I can't breath the cancer. Still forgetting all about my strokes... ...of genius. So sweat the Ebola, chill through Influenza, shivering through all my fever dreams of Liza. Tied to hear-say social tropes, blame it on her horoscopes, bleaching all of her cheap lipstick off of my glassware. Practicing in hypocrisy, preferring infidelity, I'm way too fucking old to still be writing about my ex girlfriends...
Let me know when you decide whether you choose to live or die. Don't be shy, each futures bright. Mod and sheek and high on life. Dig it up after cadaver, whatever. We'll be warm inside the corpse of a dead love.
Her old apartment reeked of piss, she fucked like a creationist, shrouded by the cadence of failure is now just white noise. stabbing at what just won't bleed, cringing til i fall asleep, denying all of the offers to assist in social suicide. She's a little bit 'new wave', tapping one foot in the grave, a 'diet version' of that girl from work... that has a boyfriend. Laid under her yard sale art, liquor will tear us apart, I'd rather die a son without a father than create one.
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Dirty Magazine
03:56
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Reverse build homes a day everlasting. you stay over there sending thoughts and payers
cause we don't live in those cross hairs. a generation of destruction won't
disrupt our lies. we'll still much obliged to let it rekindle around you.
gentlemen i brought you here today to talk about one thing. A modern civil war. So compile your
footage and gather your journalists cause we're going to need a lot of work on this one. An
entire new war fought on american soil and smoked by your own television screen. to eradicate the drug addicts, makes a little cash off some to gouge away at their dealers
the bottom feeders these new antifas, its just a matter of writing the right strategy, guys.
just imagine a pure and beautiful america with no shit in the water supply.
you balanced on a tightrope made of our tripwire
so if you wont fall in line, do you job and mine
things are going to work out fine.
budget! budget! budget! ICE and these detainment center are starting to become too costly
the gentrification zones need to be more focused for our supremacists if they're going to
do our jobs for us. Make sure all those kids with the 'pumped up kicks' don't know how to run
faster than our bullets. sure all cops are bastards but it doesn't take a gun and a shield to kill the poor.
lets them destroy each other on the internet and makes Americans degrade again.
bring whatever flag you burn cause you know it's all bullshit to someone. Fear this new sense of
modern and antiquated emergency. We will take your fear and re-purpose it cause we bought it.
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Mosquitoes
03:05
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i saw your basking in noir tones you're smelling like a camel crush
a sour mist of independence another stale nihilist shtick
so let your hair dye down plagiarize what you despise
there's 50 ways to get fucked tonight our love is god take him all in your body
i know you think its dark inside your head
but that bohemian bullshits dead its just a phase its just a phase
infecting shut ins and the strays we'll watch you shoot yourself to death
surround your grave with babies breath its just a phase its just a phase
just suck it out and we'll see what stays
glittered in overpriced cosmetics pretend you sleep in the gallows
its something so on trend don't they say you're beautiful?
run boys out of town the damsel confiding in her cats
i know you have the best dealers but that's not even cocaine
they call you beautiful now while you're cloaked in societal reverie
you will be beautiful someday when you join them but you wont know it
is that your best disguise? i hate to see what you'd be wearing if our bodies don't die
you run along ahead and ill grab you in the future
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Wet Brain on Beach st.
03:12
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I asked her for a bump she said: "honey this isn't blow"
then she road me as the girls from the club walked to their cars and laughed
yet something as stupidly innocuous as noticing as a car seat strapped in the back for her child
sort of made me sick but... i cant didn't care. honestly i just wanted to get off
and after all this time there's still nothing there after waking up in the sun and trying again.
spit me back id rather swallow my own spat; wash out the apple and snake
these wrists won't hold while these palms are shaking cold im quibbering my views old
faking charm was bold, regret sets in my head like black mold like an antique I'm sold
my eyes went black my body conscious on its back a parking break of a ride.
she goes by "kat" catching her disease while i sat then toss them back in her mouth.
reserve your body for dopes and leaks (pretend there's nothing there)
now baby, i cant sneak you out this easy (pretending)
a mental checkpoint. living by checkpoint.
we're both around. lets fuck around
isn't life just such a fucking tragedy?
discovering the world was not designed for your vanity
the mirror is only as pretty as the lines on and off your face
poles to rails to dicks to stick shifts
some people call it a disease, but you know that's just me being me
isn't life just such a fucking tragedy?
(pretend there's nothing there)
i wont be you. both inside you.(while nothings there) when i come to
i wont see you there.
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The V’islands Massachusetts
a vocalist
a guitarist who does vocals
a bassist who does vocals
a percussionist
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