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Chungchun
03:42
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lights lights lights in the rearview mirror i can hardly see her
fights fights fights i dont see any of them now your misattribution is making this a mess
objects are closer than they may appear
dont mess with the possessed or theyre in tears
try but the best of the best will always be here
fuck your father and slap your mother
you will never see home again
because we're going to another high school
i am trying to kill yourself
you remind me just of me
i am trying to kill yourself
you remind me just of me
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2. |
How I Became A Priest
01:02
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lights in the rearview mirror i can barely see it now
fights i dont see any of them now your head is making this a mess
first time i thought that i'd die the second i thought that i'd get by
third time now im getting blind and
fourth time it is fucking time
ivan visits berlin walls separating you and me tyler
tyler visits berlin walls bleeding blood gently sleep by her
you're finding out rather quickly the cost of a 40 and a glass of weed juice gets you somewhere it gets you everywhere now tyler you're finding out the cost of living with a roommate that you hate forever now and before
get yelled at by all your friends and go to work a stocking job that pays like shit but you have to live with it or you'll kill your dreams, kicked the fuck out of your house where you sleep at night and always
you can always trust your friends now
first time i thought that id die
second time i thought that id die
third time i thought that id die
fourth time i thought id fucking die
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I'm working up the confidence to kill my dad
I haven't spoken to him since I was eight and a half
He's working up a factory job now
He tried to break my mom's nose with his hands
Stop trying
Please stop trying
I don't love you
Please stop trying
I still love you
I'm working up the confidence to kill my dad
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5. |
Bleed Your Bod
01:23
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Go on and bleed your bod, you know you want to right now
knives aren't the sharpest tools, you'll need to use a blade
give red all over my head, you know you want to
i know when you're bleeding, you won't deceive me
i know when you're in my house, you won't deceive me
i see it all the time, you're bleeding on the ground
you're bleeding on my bed and on my head, right now
i don't assume when you're going around, but i know when it's happening because im always around
i dont assume when you're bleeding on my carpet, but i know you're in my house, because i see you when you're around
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6. |
Tyler's Skower Hour
05:03
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houses, prices, they go up a while now
get out the way
im killing all my children
with assorted weapons of
harm
harm
Kill me slow
im bleeding on the asphalt
respirate my body while i kick you at your shins
and it seems so sad when you put it that way
4 chords inside your huge ass songs
fuck em up with 4 words tonight
who else will you sleep with tonight
fuck em up fuck up slowly
for words you will not speak with softly
i have a meeting with a special friend tonight who writes special songs
destroyed destroyer
killed with words
violence and violins and quietness righteousness
i dont think you come round here now
this is the part of the song where i regret writing it
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7. |
Soulseek
01:46
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Soulseek is the place to be,
if you want to find music then it's got to be free.
Ashley Ninelives, Jordaan Sunlight, Oily Bastard,
Download for free
If anybody ever tells you not to download their music for free
you can tell them to go fuck off
You can tell them to fuck off from me
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8. |
The New Drunk Driver
02:06
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Don't you know that I don't sing?
it's not comfortable to sing
And don't you know I don't love you anymore
you just live too far away
And don't you know this is not working
I think we're better off away
You just live too far away
But it's just bad timing
but it's just not worth it
No, it's not worth your time
And don't you know that would be so fine
if you came and you didn't even know my name?
But it's too late for that sappy shit
Just know I'm gonna find you when you're laying by the sea
And don't you know it's not comfortable to say
that I don't love you when you're away
Don't you know it's not comfortable to sing
I hate singing anyway
Don't you know that i
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Jesus Was A Sailor
03:50
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i am shaving my body for the very last time
i am putting my clothes on or the very last time
i am meeting up with all of my friends and they won't stop talking to me slow
and they won't listen to my explanations
Jesus was a sailor sailing off forever
Though he never sailed too far from his favorite bar
I am done for the last time
i am explaining everything to my friends for the last time
i am telling them of my plans
my plans for the not so distant future
and they talk slow
talkshow
and i found out
what i am
when no one's around
how much i depend on my friends
i did that night in los angeles
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10. |
Weekend Christ
06:13
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He talks slow with his head held high
Never stops till you say goodbye
Can't seem to sit still till morning
He knows he never should've tried
Someday you expect to cut ties
No use for looking him in the eyes
This is his final warning
I need someone just for a little while
Someone just to walk me down the aisle
He'll stay with me just to suffer to suffice
So i guess you could say a weekend christ
(And i know that ill never see your face again
But it's alright because i'll do this thing)
When the low, heavy sky weighs like a lid
On the spirit aching for the light
And when, embracing the horizon,
It pours on us a black day which is sadder than any night
When the earth is turned into a dripping dungeon
In which Hope, like a bat, flutters blindly
And bruises its timid wing and tender head
Against the walls
This is his final warning
No use for looking in his eyes
He knows he never should've tried
Here she comes now
And long hearses, without drums or music,
Move in a slow procession through my soul
And defeated Hope bursts into tears
And the fierce tyrant Anguish
Sets his black banner on my bowed head
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