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Something's
02:20
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Something’s making my hair fall out
Something’s making my tongue dry out
Something’s making me a different kid
Something’s making my legs leaner
Something’s making my heart meaner
Something’s making my face cleaner
Something’s not the same
I’ve come to embrace
I am welcoming
Somethings’ making my mind grosser
Something’s pressin my knuckles closer
Something’s made me a disposer
Something’s not the same
I’ve come to embrace
I am welcoming
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Narcissus
03:15
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Before the shit went down
Narcissus would wake to the pleasant sound
Of 18 million 18 year old girls
Begging just to follow him around
He dealt distain
Broke a sea of hearts just trying to make it rain
But he's a better man now
With pollen for a brain
I'm the bitch that killed Narcissus
I'm every teenage girl's arch nemesis
I'm the hero that just wants to call it quits
But I often stare at his dead lips...
I lead his splendor to a brook
Turned his wicked head and forced his eyes to look
An instant love connection
And he kneeled in face of his own reflection
I'm the bitch that killed Narcissus
I'm every teenage girl's arch nemesis
I'm the hero that just wants to call it quits
But I often stare at his dead lips...
His self-neglecting rule
Leads him to the ground where he rests now in full bloom
Unaware of the bower
That houses all the pretty flowers
I'm the bitch that killed Narcissus
I'm every teenage girl's arch nemesis
I'm the hero that just wants to call it quits
But I often stare at his dead lips...
Am I a narcissist for loving Narcissus?
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King Strident
03:19
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I took you down the medieval way
Hammered your head spit on your plate
If you'd've known it was because of what you'd say
You'd take it back yesterday
Miniature keys to my door
Pile of trash on the floor
I love you like I love my chores
It's you that I should abhor
I'm so special cuz I'm on your mind
You're so special cuz you're on my mind
Your dirty words were always so concise
You were never really that nice
You took me down your pastime course
Your strident voice my black eyed horse
The ink fades a strange tint of remorse
Transformed into a time corpse
I'm so special cuz I'm on your mind
You're so special cuz you're on my mind
Your dirty words were always so concise
You were never really that nice
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Blown
02:14
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I'm gonna blow you away
Put a hole in your brain
Gonna make you miss yer mom
I'm gonna flood your home
Cater to the heavy drone
Of my pet atomic bomb
And I won't really care
Yeah I haven't really cared about anything at all
But my gun is drawn
I'm gonna blow you to bits
Flush your giggles and your shits
Right down the drain
Cuz when you turned your head
I saw your eyes were dead
They were paler than this place
And I won't really care
Yeah I haven't really cared about anything at all
But my gun is drawn
I'm gonna blow you away
Put a hole in your brain
Gonna make you miss yer mom
I'm gonna flood your home
Cater to the heavy drone
Of my pet atomic bomb
And I won't really care
Yeah I haven't really cared about anything at all
But my gun is drawn
Yeah I don't care
Yeah I haven't really cared about anything at all
Now that you're gone
I'm gonna blow you away
When I call you up and say
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Doggy Door
02:08
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Powder and hazel are all I want to do
Trapped in a closet with a doggy door for food
I come home to three furry faces
Where are you?
You sit and ponder which side of him to defend
Why can't everybody be like your gay best friend?
I'm not a crisis but I'm bringing this to an end
Little girl
Little girl
Little girl
You're haunting my whole wide world
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The Devil Herself
03:56
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8. |
Narcissistic Social Woes
02:58
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I found a critter in my backyard
I named him Abraham after the things that you forgot
Abraham knows that I miss you loads
When I feed him leftovers he nibbles at my clothes
Mama can we keep him?
Mama can we take him home?
Mama don't be mistaken
He would never break a bone
And he gets me man, you can call me stoned all you want
When father's asleep
I sneak Abraham the meat
That no one at dinner wanted to eat
I know he'll protect me
From assholes like you
He's growing real strong with all his new healthy food
Mama can we keep him?
Mama can we take him home?
Mama don't be mistaken
He would never break a bone
And he gets me man, you can call me stoned
One day I will awake to find he's run away
And I'll turn back into your stray friend
That you kick till the end
And I'm starving
I found a critter in my backyard
I named him Abraham after the things that you forgot
He fetches the mail that you write me when you're sad
Is he slobbering all over it, or do you miss me that badly?
Mama can we keep Abraham?
Mama can we take him home?
Mama don't be mistaken
He won't soil our abode
And he gets me man, you can call me stoned
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