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Bee
07:37
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What the fuck happened to you? What's hidden under such small wounds? Your father's bi-polar disorder? Your mother's religious crusade? "You'll be perfect one day"?
The cuts on your arms, the pills that you take, anxiety and stress, you bend until you break.
The screaming in your ear, the bugs on your skin.
You're wavering, but you have to sink to swim.
You're wavering, until you'd rather sink than swim.
But we're all damaged, we're all fucked, and we will never get enough.
Reluctantly walking through life, you grab one of your father's guns.
I'll use my knife, or, there's a bridge just outside of town and it's a long way down.
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Wag
04:28
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You are so ugly, on the inside.
You look just like me.
Battered and bruised.
Fucked up and used.
I've always had such a funny way of fanning flames.
I don't want to grow as a person and I don't need the things you need to make you think that everything's alright.
Yes, I'm an arrogant piece of shit with no empathy.
I am unmarred by a lack of conscious, but at least I'm not naive.
You fucking sucker.
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Hide
02:36
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Just between you and me, I know what you need and how you constantly seek approval for everything.
But why do you care about what he thinks, what she says, about what you did?
Just bring the hammer down on my skull.
How ignorant to think that we change at all.
Please, never forget that everything you do is meaningless.
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4. |
Interlude
03:10
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5. |
Seed
04:53
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So go on, admit it. Sometimes it feels so good just to fake it.
Who has time to give a fuck when you can just let them think that you care?
You plant a seed just to watch it grow, then you watch it wither.
Who wants to waste their time on something so inconvenient?
I can't say that I blame you for what you do or say.
It's so much easier to just throw things away, and maybe I finally realized I'd rather leave than stay.
If it's so much easier to throw things away, then throw things away.
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Captive
02:50
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Have you ever felt like you might be a black hole?
Do you ever miss the light?
Do you miss the sanctity of life?
It's like that feeling when you realize the rope wasn't tied tight enough to break your fucking neck.
And now you're wondering, if you had taken more pills, would you still be in this mess?
A missed opportunity, a reckless mistake. One of life's jokes, but those are just petty things.
The gauze that stops the rush of blood, the cloth that stops the flow of pus.
A tourniquet of levity, tied tight above the wound where the flesh is turning black and it smells like shit.
They won't save the limb and the weight is setting in. There's nowhere to run and you realize that it's a funny thing, being trapped, how you suffocate against the glass.
It's a funny thing, when everyone is standing around you with axes and saws, willing and eager to take off the arm.
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Blink
03:36
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Before long you'll be gone, and though you won't know, I'll always hate myself for leaving you when you needed me there with you.
And just like that, it's too late.
You wake up and they're gone.
And now there's nothing left, just shame and regret that never ends.
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Beast
05:03
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Does it feel like the dream where you were hiding from the beast?
You can taste your blood; it's on the tip of your tongue.
But I am here.
I am ugly.
I am here.
I am hungry, and I can taste your blood. It's on the tip of my tongue.
So go lick your wounds. I'll lick them too.
Can you feel that sting? The uncertainty?
Does your eardrum ring now that I'm not what you believed?
You can run, but you can't hide.
I'll watch you crawl inside your hole.
You'll try to hide but I see you.
You're full of fear, and shaking.
You try to hide but I see you.
There's no time for guilt when you're going in for the kill.
There's no time for guilt when all you know is the kill.
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Blood
05:25
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By the time you awake I'll be gone.
I'm done holding on.
Severance packages in the form of cuts and bruises.
I'm broken down and restless, but at least you saved yourself.
So sharpen your axe and load your gun,
we are at war with those we love.
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429
02:44
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Rat
05:18
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I eat my young like a rat.
Sniveling, crawling, stabbing them all in the back.
These "good people", these "good friends".
Yet I'd rather hang myself than hang out with them.
And now you know.
We're all thirsty for blood. Thirsty for more.
I'm bumping elbows with real estate agents, high school teachers, accountants, new parents, with mortgages and bank loans, yet I'm still too scared to suck the marrow from the bone.
Vacations in Celebration.
Souvenirs from your trips to Japan to bring home.
We're all thirsty for blood. We're all thirsty. We're all thirsty for blood.
Where do you see yourself in 20 years? 25 years?
I'm still here.
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