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Edgy Youth Group Pastor
02:35
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Why did I meet you?
Or try to delete you?
I don't really have a reason, I just hate this fucking season and everyone in it (by association).
It's something I cannot explain, the neurons you woke in my brain,
Are banging on the walls to get a glimpse of you.
And though the times are cold, I don't want to spend all my life alone.
And though I feel scared, it's not like I need to feel prepared,
To obey my master like an edgy youth group pastor.
I'm just so happy life gets faster.
Oh, I can see the shimmer in your eye,
Looking out over the Minnesota sky,
And I feel warm here.
God, if you really mean to lead me to this grave,
Then I'm begging you to please just let me save on a '90s memory card.
And though the times are tough, I don't think I want to cuddle my stuff.
Find joy in what I've got.
Fall in love in an Arby's parking lot.
And damn I feel happy, I'm screaming, "someone stab me,
Or please reach out and grab me."
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2. |
Darker Than Black
01:59
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Satan is the opium of the people.
Grey clouds swallow your life whole.
Alienation, loneliness will fill you.
New fascist nation, they will fucking kill you.
The future is darker than black.
Darker than black.
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Hentai Rehab
01:39
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I want to be close enough to you to be questioned if you're ever found murdered.
I should never make a friend,
'Cause even if you love me, I will never feel it on my end.
I'm sick of waiting, not even worth hating,
Just boring and fading out.
There are some things even the stars can't tell me.
Not even my labor is enough to sell me,
'Cause I can't seem to find what my purpose is.
Sometimes the river is a bridge,
That drops us over a perfect ridge to drown.
I don't deserve love.
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Felt like you felt obliged to hang out with me tonight.
I don't need your help, though it would probably serve me well.
It's not even like you're a little bit mean.
Shed a little light on the darkness I've seen.
I'm a typo in a footnote of the least interesting chapter,
A failed background actor.
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Felt your eyes landing on me from across the subway car,
And I don't know.
Ugly body standing, completely unaware of who you are.
They're only clothes.
And I find it funny you think you know me when I don't even know myself.
Doing just fine under pressure.
Prideful secrets in my dresser.
Never thrive, I fucking hardly feel alive.
Introspectively know I've never found comfort in my gender.
Hijacked planes landing on the runway by the boulevard,
And I am scared.
It doesn't feel good lately to be on the outside looking in.
Boku wa Tsukare sugiru yō ni nattakara umorete kure
Oh my God, I'm so flawed.
Never understanding who I am.
I'm half man.
But never pretty, never pretty.
Oh my God.
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6. |
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Why did I meet you?
Or try to delete you?
I don't really have a reason, I just hate this fucking season and everyone in it (by association).
It's something I cannot explain, the neurons you woke in my brain,
Are banging on the walls to get a glimpse of you.
And though the times are cold, I don't want to spend all my life alone.
And though I feel scared, it's not like I need to feel prepared,
To obey my master like an edgy youth group pastor.
I'm just so happy life gets faster.
Oh, I can see the shimmer in your eye,
Looking out over the Minnesota sky,
And I feel warm here.
God, if you really mean to lead me to this grave,
Then I'm begging you to please just let me save on a '90s memory card.
And though the times are tough, I don't think I want to cuddle my stuff.
Find joy in what I've got.
Fall in love in an Arby's parking lot.
And damn I feel happy, I'm screaming, "someone stab me,
Or please reach out and grab me."
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