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The Sinner
01:59
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I feel like a plastic bag looking for a pole to wrap around. The king of rock 'n roll is dead. I look like a plastic bag looking for a pole to wrap around. He's a grower not a shower. At least that's what he says. Sickness is the only way to live. Death is the only way to live.
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Lightning Gatherer
03:56
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Feed me to the leaves. With defective organs bought from pop-culture bandits. I see you posting billboards on soldiers dog tags. Termites bleed through the bottom of a beggars cup. Pan handles on a golden Lambo. Feed me to the leaves. With defective organs bought from pop-culture bandits. I see you posting billboards on soldiers dog tags. Termites bleed through the bottom of a beggars cup. Pan handles on a golden Lambo. You passed straight through the floor of that frat house again. Bob Saget laughing at yr children on AFV. Feed me to the leaves.
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A Second Set Of Limbs
02:45
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Put her teeth in her hair. They were too crooked for her face. Like some angel who cut off all her halos. She thinks she's a sleeping bullet in a machine gun on LSD. Yeah, shes on display with all those vultures wet and drooling to their horny orchestra of crowbars. Try on your first kiss (We're already dead). Sucked more blood than a forest of hipster gods, sucked more blood than a forest of piano keys (Hallucinogen summer girl). Sit on your bunk bed. Taking pictures to send to yrself. Sit on top of your bed. Writing pornography about yrself. She touched every dog in this room. She's getting undressed in your neighborhood. Type that on yr blog about scarves for hands.
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Hex Symmetry
02:41
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Strange sleep stirs me. Strange sleep, hex symmetry. I breath in all the air that you exhale. Kneeled down with a ring in your hand. Strange sleep stirs me. Strange sleep, hex symmetry. I breath in all the air that you exhale. Kneeled down with a ring in your hand. Reeled in when she sings in the sand, man. Strange sleep stirs me. Strange sleep, hex symmetry. I breath in all the air that you exhale. Strawberry eyes. Strawberry lies. Rust out the hounds. Horrible sounds. Lust every last terrible past. Dear fox eared thief we need more time. Its like a gun to my head why would i marry you.
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Ransom Graves
03:39
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So girl i forgot to mention my name to yr friends. Wry skin, trembling children, blurred sin. We are the heirs of what we leave behind. Shy bliss, aching liver, pinkish piss. She said boy i forgot to mention my name. So girl i forgot to mention my name to yr friends. Wry skin, trembling children, blurred sin. We are the heirs of what we leave behind. Shy bliss, aching liver, pinkish piss. She said boy i forgot to mention my name. Yr the coffin that i want to die in, there's a black cloud hanging over our heads, or maybe that was my body. And girl i forgot to mention my grave.
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