1. |
Tension
02:33
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Kill this thing right out of here
Get this thing right off of me
Coronary excess
completely disabled
marching past progress
upturned and outsourced fears
handbag arsenal
with nobody home
nobody home
to rob
Kill this thing right out of here
Get this thing right off of me
Snap its neck right at the time
It's mother cries at night all the time
Fuck your ethnostate bullshit
You make me sick
(and I’m not having it)
Modelling ethnic cleansing
Like you're in vogue
Playboy fascists
With holes in their brains
To decree that life matters not
Unless it's yours
Unless it’s yours
Unless it’s yours
Unless it’s yours
Unless it’s yours
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2. |
Butter Knife
02:37
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you can’t call that a close call
you skipped town with nothing to lose
or eat
or do
you can run into all the brick walls you want
don’t try to push it away just yet
there’s more for you to do
there’s more for you to do
brushing the apathy out of those tired locks
equating difference with spatial awareness
making messes of you
hoping for a downfall
something for you to do
fuck
eating scraping erasing again
hoping that you would do something different
more police for you to call
homes underwater and x3
plates with butter knives
Line the empty mansions
For you to do
and clean with care
there is no difference with you
home underwater
capture something new
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3. |
Sugarfoot
04:32
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Huh
Yeah
What
Yeah
Oh
My
Oh my
God
Hamburgers for the liminally insane
Criminally underrated flavour
Full of sugars for the pig inside
Full of sugars for the
Filth and squalor damage done so we holler
Full of sugars for the pig inside
Mind of fucking leeches
Mind of fucking leeches
Huh
Yeah
What
Yeah
Oh
My
Oh my
Oh my fucking God
Cunt served on platter for 10
Cocaine breath and cocaine witches
A coven of crack and semen
Crack and semen baby, crack and semen baby
Filth and squalor damage done so we holler
Full of sugars for the pig inside
Mind of fucking leeches
Mind of fucking leeches
Huh
Yeah
What
Yeah
Oh
My
Oh my
Oh my fucking God
It's sugarfoot on the bench yeah
It's sugarfoot on the ceiling
It's sugarfoot in your drink yeah
It's sugarfoot yeah, it's sugarfoot yeah
x2
Huh
Yeah
What
Yeah
Oh
My
Oh my
Oh my fucking God
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4. |
Gestate
03:34
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be sweet for me
undulate correctly
not a lot of commas
before we reach the mile sign
aura surrounding
the halos of normal people
questioning boundaries
forgetting all the things we learned
I like people (who do wrong)
bad things that make them feel strong
those words just make you hate it
the sea for me
filled with creatures small and increasingly dumb
ready to believe
believing is seeing and seeing is dead
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5. |
Triptych of Piss Jars
02:08
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I can’t fucking take it
It’s just too much
Don’t shank my tank
Don’t shank me
It’s all too hazy
I’m just too lazy
Don’t shank my tank
Don’t shank me
Take that glue out of your ear
Stick it to the man, pop another pimple
Look both ways on the sidewalk of life
Otherwise you’ll be another crack in the pavement
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