1. |
Sweet Tooth
04:23
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My existence is just one in billions
Devoid of any concept, logic, or reason
Corporate AI feeding data through an algorithm
Atrocities, commodity, each and every season
Eyes strained by the faint glow of pixels
Anxiety caused by constant intake of info
Refresh the screen for someone to validate
The bloodied corpse of your emotional state
Everything evolves to a pressing need
An itch that doesn't sleep
Through rose-colored glasses, it can be hard to see
Darling you've got a bad, bad sweet tooth
Always filled with longing
Darling you've got a bad, bad sweet tooth
Getting lost in the allegory
Corporate bigwigs keeping tabs on your keywords
To track your brand identity
See who'll be waiting for Haley's Comet
While waiting in their Nike's
Developing hashtags for long division
A constant contact for your clinical depression
I know your names, I know your vices
Your locations, and the passwords to your devices
Everything evolves to a pressing need
An itch that doesn't sleep
Through rose-colored glasses, it can be hard to see
Darling you've got a bad, bad sweet tooth
Always filled with longing
Darling you've got a bad, bad sweet tooth
Getting lost in the allegory
Darling you've got a bad, bad sweet tooth
Always filled with longing
Darling you've got a bad, bad sweet tooth
Getting lost in the allegory
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2. |
Nothing is Okay
03:32
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You've become a pawn in a much bigger game
Fractured realities, shifting blame
Send em off to college and get em into debt
For useless sheets of paper that they will soon regret
Colluding narratives forging dissonance
What you think you're owed
Outweighs others' right just to exist
In a world that doesn't give a shit, oh no, oh no!
I'm not the praying kind, but god I'm tired
We're made in your image, so answer for me
Is this the world you wanted to see?
Is this the world you wanted to see?
I don't think so.
There's a super volcano under Yellowstone
That could kill us all in a single blow,
and I'm counting down the days.
Cuz I'm sick of playing nice and asking you for nothing
A constant let down, but just what you expected
And I couldn't care less.
I'm not shoveling shit in this constant mess anymore, anymore
I'm not the praying kind, but god I'm tired
We're made in your image, so answer for me
Is this the world you wanted to see?
I'm not the praying kind, but god I'm tired
We're made in your image, so answer for me
Is this the world you wanted to see?
Is this the world you wanted to see?
I don't think so.
A world where nothing is ever okay
A world where nothing is ever okay
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3. |
Birdhouses
02:19
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Spit me words I wanna hear
Give me more to fuel my mouth
Take you underneath my wing
Make you hollow just like me
I am nothing but a shadow
Of someone I resent
Hide you underneath my mask
We're really both one in the same
Now I'm spilling into you
And I'm spreading like a stain
I am nothing but a shadow
I am nothing but a consequence
I could listen
I could listen to myself
Talk for hours. I think I will.
I could listen
I could listen to myself
Talk for hours...
I could listen
I could listen to myself
Talk for hours.
As if I've got a fucking choice.
You could listen
You could listen to me
Talk for hours
As if you've got a fucking choice.
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4. |
Bad Omens
03:09
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I don't play god, I play favorites
Grainy dash-cam footage
Views of astonishment
Never been the best in a bad situation
But I've come to realize
Good intentions don't beat bad execution
I'm the purveyor of bad, bad omens
A prophet for your perverse delusions
I'm the purveyor of bad, bad omens
Watch me cast the snakes out to the sea
A pixelated blank stare
Portrays your enemies
Define them as others
Strip away their humanity
Contradict what we've taught
We built walls and laws
To flex your hegemony
Empty promises embellished with a gold sheen
I'm the purveyor of bad, bad omens
A prophet for your racist delusions
I'm the purveyor of bad, bad omens
Watch me cast the snakes out to the sea
To the sea, to the sea, to the sea...
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5. |
Wildfires
03:54
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I pick white flowers in the
garden of my childhood home
Stuck searching for an answer
So I can finally let go
Still haunted by my past
With no future left to show
A wildfire burning through my fleeting shreds of hope
Say that I'll get better
But all I can do is plead
Here comes the panic
And there's no reason why
I should keep on trying
Here comes the wildfires
And they're burning me alive
Alive
I sit and dwell on awful things
Filled with buyer's remorse
For a life likely forgotten
When the inferno runs its course
Nothing seems real anymore
Stuck in phases of a dream
Still begging to wake up
Scorching incandescent screams
Say that I'll get better
But all I can do is plead
Here comes the panic
And there's no reason why
I should keep on trying
Here comes the wildfires
And they're burning me alive
Alive
Life reduced to ashes
Fragments dust to dust
Phases of a nightmare
Begging to wake up
Here comes the panic
And there's no reason why
I should keep on trying
Here comes the wildfires
And they're burning me alive
Alive
Here comes the panic
And there's no reason why
I should keep on trying
Here comes the wildfires
And they're burning me alive
Alive
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6. |
Your Body as a Weapon
01:50
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Sit down, shut up
Pretty girls don't shout
Cross your legs and watch your mouth
Keep my name on
The tip of tongue
I'll wear you down
To the skeleton
How could you just sit back and watch it happen
They have learned to use your body as a weapon
How could you just sit back and let it happen
They have learned to use your body as a weapon
Sit down, smile wide, swallow, your pride
Self-love is the epitome of care
Still subject to a stranger's glare
Stickers and T-Shirts, how could they ever lie?
Your resistance is totally commodified
How could you just sit back and watch it happen
They have learned to use your body as a weapon
How could you just sit back and let it happen
They have learned to use your body as a weapon
Sit down, smile wide, swallow, your pride
Your body as a weapon
Your body as a weapon
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7. |
Roshambo
03:08
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Blue Lives Matter sign on your yard
And on your car
But we see you for what you really are
Just a wolf in wolves' clothing
Or just a sheep
Cuz it's so easy
I can't take much more.
I can't take much more.
I'd rather play roshambo with steel-toed boots than listen to one more minute of your bullshit
So pick a side, or step aside.
Pick a side.
Product of your environment
Or so you say
Product of your religion
It's what you believe
You don't question, why would you?
The system works
and it's so easy
I can't take much more.
I can't take much more.
I'd rather play roshambo with steel-toed boots than listen to one more minute of your bullshit
Roshambo with steel-toed boots than listen to one more minute of your bullshit
I can't just sit by and watch it
Do you wanna sit by and watch it?
Do you wanna live in a police state?
We are living in a police state.
I can't take much more.
I can't take much more.
I can't take much more.
I can't take much more
I'd rather play roshambo with steel-toed boots than listen to one more minute of your bullshit
Roshambo with steel-toed boots than listen to one more minute of your bullshit
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8. |
Nosedive
03:30
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In a simpler time thought I could live with it this way
But now it seems that I was gravely mistaken
And I underestimated the power of your hate
Nothing makes me happy, nothing makes me sad
I'm going down
Going straight down
Going straight down
And admitting defeat
We're going down
Going straight down
Going straight down
Death from above's not far beyond our reach
We used to have a set of laurels to fall on
But now that comfort's flyin' right out the window
And it seems the pig in charge has got it out for us
Nothing makes me happy, and I won't forget
I'm going down
Going straight down
Going straight down
And admitting defeat
We're going down
Going straight down
Going straight down
Death from above's not far beyond our reach
Nothing makes me happy anymore
Nothing makes me happy anymore
Nothing makes me happy anymore
Nothing makes me happy anymore
Going down,
Going straight down
Going straight down
And admitting defeat
Going down,
Going straight down,
Going straight down
And admitting defeat
Going down,
Going straight down,
Going straight down
Death from above's not far beyond our reach
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9. |
Milo Goes to Berkeley
02:38
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Another headache, another migraine
Another mother fuckin' alt-right son of a bitch
Another fascist thinly disguised
Full of piss and vinegar with swastikas for eyes
It's your right to complain
It's your right and you use it every fucking day
It's your right to complain
It's your right and you use it every fucking day
Alright! (get it?)
Another headache, another ulcer
Another sister kissin' alt-right son of a bitch
Hungry for coverage, hungry for clicks
You slurp the poison Kool-Aid down and lick it from your lips
It's your right to complain
It's your right and you use it every fucking day
It's your right to complain
It's your right and you use it every fucking day
OOOOHHHH
It's your right to complain
It's your right and you use it every fucking day
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10. |
Babylon
02:25
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One day the snow will melt
And I'll be trapped underwater
Wishing that I could swim
Shaky bones and a diet of stomach acid
Absent from my reflection
Eyes met but unseen
Glazed like Polaroid pictures
Washed out and blurry
And I'll be drawing hearts
In the fog on your window
Walking two steps behind as if I was your shadow
Wandering through the ashes
Of days burnt dead and gone
Breaking all ten fingers
Digging for babylon
Forget-me-nots and nights
Of childlike wonder
Tied up in awkward memories
Desperately searching for a moment to share
You don't exist if you're not there
Fragments of our lives
Glasshouses of lies
Shattered by stones we tried to hide
And I'll be drawing hearts
In the fog on your window
Walking two steps behind as if I was your shadow
Wandering through the ashes
Of days burnt dead and gone
Breaking all ten fingers
Digging for babylon
And I'll be drawing hearts
In the fog on your window
Walking two steps behind as if I was your shadow
Wandering through the ashes
Of days burnt dead and gone
Breaking all ten fingers
Digging for babylon
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11. |
Song of Myself
03:55
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I could be a symbol of defeat
If I could make it through the day
I could write a symphony of shame
I'll never make it through the day
But you won't hear me, you won't see me
You won't feel a thing
But you won't hear me, you won't see me
You won't feel a thing
I don't think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don't think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don't think I should
Because I
I'm dead on the inside
And sick on the outside
Dead on the inside
And fucking sick
I could be a symbol of defeat
If I could make it through the day
I could write the next "Song of Myself"
You'll never listen anyway
But you won't hear me, you won't see me
You won't feel a thing
But you won't hear me, you won't see me
You won't feel a thing
I don't think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don't think I should have to help you
Come up with a way to kill me
Come up with a way to kill me
I don't think I should
Because I
I'm dead on the inside
And sick on the outside
Dead on the inside
And fucking sick
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12. |
Cruel Summer
03:33
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Sorry I am nothing like my zodiac
A perfect version of me
That I like to keep intact
Made myself a birthday cake
And I threw it in the trash
Pious, never break a fast
Say the word and I'll be gone
Sweet, pristine, and sick right through
Fresh fruit rotting in the sun
So call my name and I'll come back
Home to you
I'm your dime a dozen dollar store lover
Caught in the haze of a cruel summer
We're always down, this season's got our number
Kiss and a promise
Makes it forever
Lined up against the wall
Behind the baseboard
Standing all alone
Feeling tears well up inside
Cheap make up running down my face
In skin too big for my bones
Cut with scratches I can't hide
Say the word and I'll be gone
Sweet, pristine, and sick right through
Fresh fruit rotting in the sun
So call my name and I'll come back
Home to you
I'm your dime a dozen dollar store lover
Caught in the haze of a cruel summer
We're always down, this season's got our number
Kiss and a promise
Makes it forever
I'm your dime a dozen dollar store lover
Caught in the haze of a cruel summer
We're always down, this season's got our number
Kiss and a promise
Makes it forever
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13. |
Millennial Pink
04:06
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Spend the afternoon chasing shadows in my room
Thunder echoes in the sky
Pen a melancholy tune for the sundown of my youth
For all that once was
Gone away too soon
We have never known
How to build a house and home
Out of secrets that we keep
As I lie here at your feet
I'm your best friend, I'm your burden
Millennial pink rose thorn in your side
Born to be losers baby
And that's all we'll ever be
We'll watch the world burn
Pledging infinite affinity
Love made for teenage dreams
I hear voice and it calls frantically:
"You can have me, as long as you can stand me"
And the clock is ticking down
Let my mind wander, let my thoughts falter
A sick catch-and-release
Keep dredging up this doubt
That we'll ever work it out
We'll keep rotting away, trudging through every day
Think we both knew right from the start
That we'd be the ones who would break each other's hearts
I'm your best friend
I'm your burden
Millennial pink dagger in your side
Born to be losers baby
And that's all we'll ever be
We'll watch the world burn
Pledging infinite affinity
Love made for teenage dreams
I hear voice and it calls frantically:
"You can have me, as long as you can stand me"
And the clock is ticking down
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