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I Am The Rat
02:58
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EVERY SECOND WITH YOU IS LIKE DEFUSING A BOMB
I was searching for truth
In your skin but I knew
There was no honesty
It was a fucked up dream
A coping mechanism born of insecurity
Something to latch onto when I was sick of scrambling
This is not a cross to bear it’s just a weight on the back
And it’s not poetry cause it’s dressed up in black
This is not a cross to bear because I made it myself
I was shaping all the wood while you were ringing the bell
I put a statue up
Your face in marble cut
A space to idolize an idealized picture but
The base was always weak
One step from crumbling
I’ve come to think there’s really something wrong with me
This is not a cross to bear it’s just a weight on the back
And it’s not poetry cause it’s dressed up in black
This is not a cross to bear because I made it myself
I was shaping all the wood while you were ringing the bell
Move recklessly, grinding your teeth
Moving from dream to dream.
Bleeds to the root, call out on mute
Ignore temperance and then you miss the meaning.
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Where there should be emotion there’s space
Instead of reaction there’s just egg on your face
Can’t cover up the mess you made in your bed
All you’ve done is cover yourself up instead
No time like the present to make up for the past
Better hurry cause the moment is coming up fast
Take a second break a habit and then clean up your act
Cause everyone who knows has already asked
What will you do
When it all comes back on you?
What will be said
When the body runs away from the head
When your time comes
And the final bell has rung
Will you feel dread?
When the body runs away from the head
Second chances are not guaranteed
Satisfaction does not mean release
Are you some kind of glutton for hate?
Or do you know better but do it anyway?
This is not a game
But still you try to play
I am not your friend
And yet you say you won again
What will you do
When it all comes back on you?
What will be said
When the body runs away from the head
When your time comes
And the final bell has rung
Will you feel dread?
When the body runs away from the head
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3. |
Deer Corpse
04:17
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(Stitch)
Hey there, uneven puff cheeks, there’s
Parents raising their kids with distortion
Seeing chaos day after day,
Don't get me started on living today
Didn't rob a gravesite we’ve just got a lust for morbid curiosity, death, or bust
Everyone I know is a ghost, but that is how I like it
I want to go home, but you're a dead chicken bone
(Tim)
Back road hit-and-run, the rupturing of bones
The sickening percussion with a carcass made of chrome
Didn’t even brake, watched it shrinking in the rearview
Nobody’s around but don’t think nobody hears you
You feel it start to rot from your guts up to your skin
Reeling from the putrid stench of the rotten wind
Organs spill out as you’re crumbling apart
Until there’s nothing left but your barely beating heart
Deer corpse lookin’ motherfucker
Lookin’ like he had a bad run in with a trucker
With wide doe eyes that don’t blink when face to face
With the lights above a semi-trucker’s bumper
(Stitch)
Twitchy eyed rib-wax rip through the cellophane
Pretty and pink from a monster that’s not feeling pain
Getting real sick of body parts
I can’t tell the difference between brainwaves and a beating heart
Spare the meat and spoil the child
With squiggly waves and jiggly eyes
Fish hook up my nostril to remove my stupid brain
Help my body up because your body’s getting wrecked again
(John)
He says someone come and meet me in the motherfucking parking lot
I need someone to leave me like I left that fucking deer to rot
A million flies can swallow me like a tunnel eats a car
A concrete tongue that’s wallowing with a carcass on the tar
It’s leering down upon me I can hear it’s dying screams
But I’ve got a mouth for breathing I can shout over its pleas
BITCHES AIN’T SHIT AND THEY AIN’T SAYIN NOTHING
A HUNDRED MOTHERFUCKERS CAN’T TELL ME N O T H I N G
Deer corpse lookin’ motherfucker
Lookin’ like he had a bad run in with a trucker
With wide doe eyes that don’t blink when face to face
With the lights above a semi-trucker’s bumper
I’m like a dead animal
On the inside, on the inside
I’m like a dead animal
On the inside, on the inside
Deer corpse lookin’ motherfucker
Lookin’ like he had a bad run in with a trucker
With wide doe eyes that don’t blink when face to face
With the lights above a semi-trucker’s bumper
Deer corpse-looking motherfucker
Who’s decaying quite like no other, smothered
By a pillow and hit in the head but this mo-fo
Don’t know the meaning of dead
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Hornets
03:43
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Coming up out of the ground
Welling and spewing with no one around
Looking for a storm to flee the calm
With the bleach on the line from bleed to balm
The lips breathe fumes that feel like them all
Like the blacks lungs whose names they call
The lips breathe fumes that feel like them all
Like the blacks lungs whose names they call
Settled down into the self
With a vice grip around it all
The clock tolls and the end begins
And at the cost of something else
The lips breathe fumes that feel like them all
Like the blacks lungs whose names they call
The lips breathe fumes that feel like them all
At the cost of something else
Watching
Hornets
Watching
Turn around
Settled heart in a settled storm
CALM DOWN
The nose was swelling and coming up
Turns with the bleach inside of the width of the storm
Like small houses and names they call
19-10 in the padlock pocket
Grip the heart tighter till the lungs fill up
The lips breathe fumes that feel like them all
At the cost of something else
Coming up out of the ground
With the bleach on the line from bleed to balm
Settled down into the self
With a vice grip looking for a storm to flee the calm
The lips breathe fumes that feel like them all
Like the blacks lungs whose names they call
The lips breathe fumes that feel like them all
At the cost of something else
Watching
Hornets
Watching
Dying
I am the hornet on the tile
No more wings to let me fly
Clipped my wings
Took me down
Stinger lost in a stronger time
I am the hornet on the tile
Made my mark refuse to die
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5. |
Head Cheerleader
02:57
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The cheer captain was found dead in the cemetery
You don’t like that? Cut the shit
Where were you last Tuesday after school?
Shootin’ the shit with the executive dean of schools
I can’t stand to see the likes of you
Don’t shake me with those bloody hands
Put a stamp on your postcard
Subtract a number from your plans
I met with Harper at her house. Best friend of the deceased.
She took the day off from school
She had a pet dog with her
“Chooky” lookin’ thing with buggy eyes
There were pictures of them together on her nightstand
Next to a case of pills labeled for every day of the week
Her cork board was covered in pictures of pubescent fantasy objects
With bouncy hair and white, white teeth
We weren’t friends quite like we used to be,
But I wouldn’t call it a fight
Chased around into a graveyard
A girl shouldn’t have to run for her life
If those cold lips could talk again,
If she wasn’t rotting inside…
I’ve got my whole life ahead of me
I don’t really want to die
Room 109, a consort of boys rehearse
For a concert coming up in December
He worked on a shitty and pointless arrangement of “Go the Distance”
With his inbred, beta male cronies
He said “she is a pretty dead body.
She didn’t want to take my name”
Cut the shit I know what you’re up to
This is not a stupid game
Hell is not a place I’d want to
See with my mortal eyes
But there is a place for you there
For taking that young girl’s life
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Bird In The Snow
04:40
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What are you doing here?
Little one, you should disappear
Before your head
Comes away from the rest of you
Flakes on beak, a bad sign
Don’t you know it’s not your time?
That shiver is
Moving in before the storm
Your face
Don’t look
Like you
Thought it would
Mirrors
Don’t catch
Feelings
You wanted back
Next to you I’m the only one
Yellow wings hide in the sun
Snow reveals
All the blind spots to use
Smaller turns hide your past
If you could, would you look back?
Sharp-tailed streak
Go toward home again
Your face
Don’t look
Like you
Thought it would
Mirrors
Don’t catch
Feelings
You wanted back
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7. |
Different Body
04:38
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Hold it all out
Worn out and dry
There must be some way to run
That I haven’t tried
If you wanna leave it all behind
Spent too long waiting for some time
You tried your best, you did it all
What’s left is skin on the clothesline
Pinned up in the sun
Take it all upfront
Not stepping out to please
And the only thing that’s left
Is whatever’s left of me
Throwing up and selling it as
Something to be
You can take my eyes but please leave a pocket for the keys
Cause it’s been 2 years since I’ve stepped foot in the lobby.
And often times I wonder if these keys go to a different body.
If you wanna leave it all behind
Spent too long ignoring every sign
The pieces hold but don’t align
Open me up, pinhead
Slimy and coming through the floor
Boxes of myself in the attic,
But nothing to hang on the door
Open my eyes to experience
Nibble my flesh with a turn
Outrun pain and pleasure
Touch of this skin will still burn
If you could, what would you design?
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8. |
Dropper
04:38
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Hide it all away
Said you wanted to play
Tearing out my pages
Time for making changes
The birth begins today
MAKE ME IN A NEW SHAPE
And blossoms from the stages
Shattering all the cages
Balanced on a wire
Take me higher and higher
Melting all the casing
Set my heart into racing
Tensions setting fire
Build it into a choir
To the worn and tired lacing
Started changing the facing
Swore that I wasn’t just alone but
I’ve been wrong many times before
The heat from the burner I placed on the floor
One step away from achieving more
Winter came and went
Had a chance to repent
Fire wasn’t burning
No more time out for learning
To face reality
Take a moment to breathe
Would have sent my body turning
Moving over the hurting
Swore that I wasn’t just alone but
I’ve been wrong many times before
The heat from the burner I placed on the floor
One step away from achieving more
DESPERATE PILOT LIGHT
FOR A STOVE THAT WON’T WORK RIGHT
DESPERATE PILOT LIGHT
FOR A STOVE THAT WON’T WORK RIGHT
Swore that I wasn’t just alone but
I’ve been wrong many times before
The heat from the burner I placed on the floor
One step away from achieving more
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