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Intro//D.C.
01:55
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the horror of living in this shit, the torture, the inhumane consequence, everyday filled with fear, until i am nothing and disappear.
sickly little boys and girls, sad to know the world's not yours, filling your head with these lies, conform, consume, hypnotize.
day by day, rotting away, working to death with little or no pay. faster, faster, the clock is ticking but death will catch up and you will be forgotten. the ugly truth must be told, you are worthless and so is your soul, be warned of this place, don't take it for granted, you'll be erased with no sense of compassion.
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you can keep talking your shit, all i hear is yap, yap, yap, all you want is to spread rumors, such a fucking useless sap. you serve nothing to this world except your fucking useless "facts". better get your damn head straight cus i won't take your crap.
i have no feelings, you are nothing to me, all i wanted was some peace but, you had to fuck with me.
your so-called friendship is a lie, you can't hide behind the disguise. you play dumb but all i want is for you to die, die, die. you run your mouth but soon enough your luck will run out.
you have no feelings, i don't feel any, you can't keep this up, you better keep your damn mouth shut.
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Squirm
01:03
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i'm a slimy little mess, see me crawl through your legs, don't be afraid to be consumed by slime, cus soon it'll happen over time.
oozing, and spewing, and puking on the floor, i stomp and stomp and stomp, gimme more, gimme more. i can't control myself, it has begun, my body is about to squirm, squirm, squirm.
i can't feel my face, the slime has consumed my brain.
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Pursuant
02:02
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The wild voice I hear
pulls at all my strings
that crooked smile
makes me want to sing
unrequited, so interested
I watch you from afar
uninvited, so invested
this obsession's gone too far
realize that you're not alone
on this cruel, forgotten world
be what you used to be,
be what I want you to be
you know I'm always by your side...
you're a relic of the past
you don't even exist
but I'll do anything you ask
you know I can't resist
divisive, devices, electronic screens
I'm grasping at a pseudorelationship
the words you wrote and sang and screamed
finally made me lose my grip
realize that you're not alone
on this cruel, forgotten world
be what you used to be,
be what I want you to be
you know I'm always by your side...
euphoria washes over me
I look at the world through dilated eyes
and every night you're all I see
nobody can tell me why
will I ever break myself free
from a dead man's wit and charm
manic fixation on the ideal
can only ever do me harm...
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Bros In Punk's Clothing
02:35
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what's up macho fuck, are you intimidated by my comfort? does me kissing boyz make you feel left out? you think i give a fuck what you think about me? i do what i want and what i please.
you claim you're so open-minded when all you do is act up, no one gives a shit what you "like" so shut the fuck up.
you think you can treat people like fucking objects, when you're the fucking one who needs to get on the subject.
bash and insult cus you don't understand. but seriously man, are you fucking kidding?! you're a grown ass adult and you call yourself "punk".
the fuck is fucking punk about shaming others.
you harass and exploit the scene, it's a fucking huge surprise that you can still even breathe.
old jaded punks i don't care what you say, you're not fucking punk and you're nothing to me, you can whine and you whine but you won't ever get it cus you're stuck in the past and refuse to fucking see that the world has changed and we're well educated, you think we'll let this shit pass, well you better fucking rethink it.
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Flesh Prison
01:49
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trapped in this flesh, sick, sad, and grotesque. didn't even want to be born, but here i am imprisoned in this world.
grab my knife and peel the flesh, let out my screams and remove the rest, escaping from this flesh prison, escaping the thoughts that left me bedridden. this human form means nothing to me, don't even consider myself a being, a fucking pariah with the desire to feel again and rekindle the fire.
staring down at my hands, over analyzation. thoughts racing through my head, the mental strain i'd rather be dead.
grab my knife and peel the flesh, let out my screams and remove the rest, escaping from this flesh prison, escaping the thoughts that left me bedridden, look in the mirror and all i see, a failure according to society, my hopes and dreams are nothing to them, another unfortunate circumstance.
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