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Title Sequence
02:02
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No sleep, just drugs.
Awake for several days, faces in rugs.
No food. No power.
Hopefully we sober up within the hour.
Future. Bleak.
Empire. Weak.
Filthy. Chic.
Oooohhh.
I can see the future.
I can see the future and we’re fucked.
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2. |
Sleeping On a Twin Bed
01:02
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Well I think about all the times you said,
Waking up next to me was your favorite part of laying in bed.
And that still holds true, even through all the lies and games,
I’m still the fool for thinking that your love,
Was for me and ever. Your words, like a feather,
Carry no weight. And now it’s far too late.
Pasará tanto tiempo
Me e quedado despierto
Me encantó el sentimiento de dormir
Porque ya no tenía que sufrir
Ya vale madre queiro morir
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3. |
MK Ultra Lord
02:04
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I’m easy to ignore, but that doesn’t mean I’m easy to forget.
I’m hardly ever angry, but I’m so goddamn easy to upset.
I feel like a stranger to myself.
Anxious hit me without warning.
I’ll drive back here in the morning, in your bed where I belong.
I feel like a stranger to myself.
Give a blowjob to a shotgun, blow his load - a fat and hot one,
In my mouth. My thoughts are violent.
The scariest thing is that I feel normal.
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4. |
Simp Triangle
01:36
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Hey, we’re really in it. Always looking down.
No way I could begin it.
Please go outside or just do something.
Hey I’m feeling anxious when you roll around.
I’d almost say I hate this.
But life wouldn’t suck so hard if you’d do something.
Do something.
Yeah I lucked out but honestly, I’ll take it or leave it.
It’s a friendship I’ll always love, but I didn't need it.
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5. |
Women Be Shoppin!!!!!
02:31
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Scared indigestion.
Daring to question: “Who is this for?”
But I only live in me.
If only you could see historical context singing love songs in my name.
Take it to the limit.
Said I’d meet you on the outside and I did it.
Handing out, I’m handing out pieces of whoever is it.
Outside shame infiltrated.
Why’s the future feel dated?
Buried alive.
I wanna be all your projections of sonder.
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6. |
It's Just a Prank, Bro
02:18
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Better in color on the TV screen.
Fuck it, say I shouldn’t try to make a scene.
Strobing lights illuminate your split ends.
Countless nights I’ve wasted with my shit friends,
Drowning at the bottom of an hourglass.
Why am I here? Why am I here?
Fuck it all.
Get ready to go girls.
I have a habit of hurting myself and I never want to get rid of it.
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At the peak of my loneliness,
I will fade into black like a light bulb
who's filament has snapped.
No longer
will I provide a light for anyone.
I'm tired of pleasing
Director please cut me
not getting what's needed
I feel so defeated
So with my final breath
I call for the curtain
stage lights to dim
this is my final act.
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Clean, even when you’re dirty.
I want you to hurt me, leave me out, desert me.
55 or 30, can’t help feeling flirty.
Leave me dry and thirsty.
Although I sound unnerving,
The only thing you’re serving is looks deserving of books.
You’ve taken my rooks and left me in check.
Smooth, like the edge of a razor.
Stunning like a taser in a thrifted blazer.
And in many ways, you’re shining like a laser,
Causing me to daze or dream for several days,
For I can see it pays for itself: Your life on the shelf.
From what I can tell, folding’s in my deck.
So why don’t you slip off your wedding ring,
And slip on something much more comforting?
I won’t say a thing.
Let them eat alone, Let them eat alone.
Let them eat alone in public.
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I like wearing the day I had.
Feeling good and looking bad.
And telling you that I smell like you isn’t as romantic as it feels on my end.
‘Cause we’re not in each other’s lives,
Though we’ve known each other since we were five,
And overlap across time and map.
Now that it’s the future, I wonder if it’s time to be your friend.
My brain is your vacation home.
You can call me when you’re alone,
And I will be right there.
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I’m afraid that I’ve made up my home in this state.
I’m afraid that I’ve paid the interest on my fate.
I’m afraid of your answer. Not too late for a transfer, is it?
I’m alright for tonight as it sits in perpetuity.
Is the key just to be in a fugue state of gratuity?
I’m afraid to be hopeful, but I certainly hope you’ll visit.
Maybe writing songs was a mistake from the beginning.
Ate up all my time to be, my time to be is thinning.
It’s slimming.
I will move on and away.
I’m afraid of your answer. Not too late for a transfer, is it?
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11. |
I Can't Read Kanji
02:40
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Drinking from dusk 'til dawn, until I pass out
I'm tired of waking up next to these empty bottles
Nothing compares to the feeling of waking up next to you
It's been months since I've felt this way
I only wish that I could have held you at that moment
But my hands, well, they aren't real and my throat is dry
So I couldn't tell you good morning even if I wanted to
I need to get out of bed now and get going, but I want this moment to last forever
But what's the point of it if I'm too scared to even hold you
God I seem so pathetic
how many times do I have to keep doing this
telling myself that I'm better off without your kiss moving on and on but never forward
can't seem to find my way to you
Kanashii
Kanashii
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12. |
My Pussy
02:26
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I take you out when coasts are clear.
You’re not a fag, just coded queer.
You watch a rave, stationed outside,
That Stoney Wall cocooning pride.
You stretch your sports bra over a refrigerator and learn to hate her.
But he is not who built this prison for you,
He’s just doing his job.
Performance he must give.
She just wants to live,
Pretty comfortably.
I can see the future.
You will be baptized in the truth.
You will be chastised in your youth.
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