1. |
No Release
05:04
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Got no pride, no release
Got no rhythm, got your love disease
Oh yeah
I can't skate and I don't smoke
Never learned to laugh because my life is a joke
Oh yeah
Blind to the weekend, lover in the grass
2 million nerves put my mind on blast
Oh yeah
Now I got no pride, no release
Got no rhythm, got your love disease
Oh yeah
Break shit and hopeless, tethered to my age
Burn paper skin cuz my eyes enraged
Oh yeah
Poisoned through the holes that we choose when we kiss,
you were always up front it would be like this
Oh yeah
Shake up the bottles, ammo in the clip
Violence on the gums and I'm gonna lose the lip
Oh yeah
Got no pride, no release
Got no rhythm got your love disease
Oh yeah
Got no pride, no release
Got no rhythm, got your love disease
Oh yeah
I can't skate and I don't smoke
I never go vote because democracy's a hoax
Oh yeah
Blind to the weekend, lover in the grass
2 million nerves put my mind on blast
Oh yeah
Now I got no pride, no release
Got no rhythm, got your love disease
Oh yeah
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2. |
This American Death
04:36
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I kiss the feet of sweet virgin Maria, hid in
the sacristy
that holy clamor of red faced war lords never meant
much to me
now if you’ve got some new militia, man,
I’m ready to go
3 more parts of fertilizer and I think it’s
ready to blow
CHORUS: Do you wanna talk to me about the USA?
It’s not hard to think it’s always been this way
kick up fleece to the secret police
you’ve got nothing left to lose after they take it all away
Do you wanna talk to me about the NSA?
Spying on your neighbors every night and day, I’ll
kick it to head office and make my pay
you’ve got nothing left to lose after they take it all away.
Hushing sweet virgin Maria, man, pants
down to my knees
I think they’re gonna take away the kid we had
and put a bullet in me
while they shout my name in the hardware stores like
I can hear them at all
It’s been a minute with your new empire, babe, I think it’s
ready to fall.
They say my word taste sweet on their lips, but they’re just
tasting blood
Every few thousand years or so I try to breathe life back into mud
I wonder this time, how much gnashing and crying, if nothing came back at all?
Back to the soup, just a closed up loop, time back to its crawl.
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3. |
Kicked Out of Heaven
03:42
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I hate this world, gonna hate the next one too
Bunch of perfect people standing 'round with nothing to do
I saw their planet on a day I got so high
I saw the lights that they put on the day you die
CHORUS: I been kicked out heaven
they keep letting me back in, like
they got short term memory loss and
forgot I'm gonna sin
I ain't waiting at the gate screaming 'let me in'
they keep spitting me out, sucking me back up, like a
heaven abduction
They condensed God down to a particle and I put him on my tongue
I don’t think I took enough, but I guess it was kind of fun
Yanked me into the living room and I made love to the rug
I’d be more open to holy communion if they just had better drugs
I love this world, I'll be so sad when it is gone
grasp to my patch of nothing, my grip just ain't that strong
I hope there's something after this – I'd get so bored with nothingness
I hope my atoms smash into yours one last time
I hate this world, gonna hate the next one too
Bunch of perfect people standing 'round with nothing to do
I saw their planet on a day I got so high
I saw the lights that they put on the day you die
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4. |
Cruel
04:12
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I’m not about to have a nervous breakdown
About to lose my cool,
you’ve all taken so much of my kindness and it
don’t take much to turn me cruel.
Owe for years in back taxes
can’t pay up, now they’re sharpening their axes.
Maybe I’m just worth more dead —
got an ass full of glass and a bullet in my head.
CHORUS: Cruel got all around the world.
Drool mouths, laugh in the mountains
dread ship without a captain
we’re in the land of milk and honey, well
milk spilled blood and made a lot of money.
I didn’t see a dime one
here’s a scrape that’s a good bit of fun.
Here where they take the good ones to bleed
and the ones who don’t die bear the next one’s seed.
Still no telling what pictures in caves meant,
kill a black cat down in a basement, its
distended guts all burst, you know
there’s always a way to make things worse
down elevator, into the shaft when
the lights came up you were staring at the women
who in chains rotate the earth, just
a stupid fucking world no sense to its birth.
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5. |
untitled
05:43
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Feels like I’ve been screaming to reach you, you can’t hear but
I’ve been tryin’
It’s like, language existed to serve the corrupted all thoughts twist and
I’m dyin’
Blue wave, comin’ from corners, enclave without borders, I’m not
lyin’
From the garden, gonorrhea plucked clean, in season, climbin’ a wet dream and
cryin’
CHORUS:
If I can choose which day I’ll die
I’d take a lonely train, don’t know which way or why
and take my coffee in the sun.
And as the needle slipped, vision over tilt
memories of you crushed in the silt
I’d only just learned how to have fun.
Sun’s raw, blurring out the static, I’m
freaked out, coming up on panic and
wild
steps throb, every direction I walk God’s trying to make me his
child
if he’s trying to feed me, sure I’d, give him a couple of minutes to see me at my most
beguiled
but that dreams, sobered and cleared out — life’s nothing but black mold on white grout and
style
Bridge:
I don’t miss that girl,
I kinda miss the doom
sped up and shaking in my room
Some swell in silence
breaks through to the air
if my heart broke now, I wouldn’t even care
no kind of quiet life
afforded to me now
I couldn’t even ask, I wouldn’t even dare
In this grave of youth,
so many cast too soon
I lived way too long, don’t wanna be here
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6. |
Amorality
04:42
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I live that amorality
amorality
amorality
amorality
amorality
amorality
amorality
amorality
amorality
amorality
amorality
amorality
etc
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