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Don't Tread on me Sempai
04:40
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i cant sleep i cant think
cant get off i cant leave
stuck in a loop
like a rat on wheel
storms outside trapped inside
might go out give it a try
catch a nasty cold struck by lighting
i dont care it beats getting old
take me as i am for i have no other self
desperately searched for who i am but i cant love what i found
search for comfort in the arms of others
i feel worthless so i open tinder
dont find warm but i find solace in the fact that i
share this problem
i am not alone
or at least that is to say there are others
who are alone too
the nights are cold
trying to sleep here on the couch but thats hard to do with the only light
pointed at my face
hey your cute
lets go hang out
i dont want to now im too depressed to get out of bed
havent shaved
in a couple of days
makes me want to peel of my skin and scream and bleed out into the pillowcase
death is waiting
i can feel it hanging
over my shoulder
i can hear it saying
come to me my child
take my hand a follow
me to bliss
and then to peaceful emptiness
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2. |
Honk!
02:58
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left on read feeling blue but breezy
after all these years disappointment comes easy
struggle so long thought that nothing would please me
picked my own damn name cause it sounded really cheesy
velveeta coming through im liquid gold
style feels nostalgic kinda new kinda old
love it or hate it cant deny that its bold
all these copy cats they trying to fit my mold you see
everyone be acting like they know me but they know me not
hear a trans women making beats it must be hyperpop
hyperpop is dead cis men ran it to the ground
check the playlists not an alice or lily around
around
not a single one around
i cant be what you want
i cant be who you love
thats okay take your pity away
youll need it for yourself some day
i cant be what you want
i cant be who you love
thats okay im just living my way
and doing only what i love
i am lying on the ground
head is spinning
sorrows drowned
i can feel each muscle tensing
up and down
all around
blood is rushing to my crown
i can feel myself ascending
i am not what you want
i am just
flesh and guts
i am just a mortal being
all alone
in my home
haunted rotting studio
i can hear the floorboards scheming
listen to the music play
cant think of what im to say
kinda feels like im dream
i am not what you want
not sure of who ive become
but i like what im seeing
its kinda strange
but it makes me feel okay
i cant be what you want
i cant be who you love
thats okay take your pity away
youll need it for yourself some day
i cant be what you want
i cant be who you love
thats okay im just living my way
and doing only what i love
i cant be what you want
i cant be who you love
thats okay take your pity away
youll need it for yourself some day
i cant be what you want
i cant be who you love
thats okay im just living my way
and doing only what i love
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3. |
Hypersigil
03:08
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im a break beat hoe
with my eyes drooped low
am i tired or just high
i dont even know
nothings real
but its not a simulation
more like the hell scene
in event horizion
a tortured glimpse
of a cruel reality
gifted by the ones who gave
birth to this reality
reality insanity
cancel all my plans and stay
inside my room
why do i
feel like i am hated by everyone when i go outside
anxieties
quiet me
im all out
beat down
im all out
its good its
hypersigil
work of fiction
persona
of my own addiction
ego death
or a split duality
war inside my head is
going very violently
am i me
or am i the creation
am i real or am i
just the imitation
wasted muation
of the self relation
of anita
and me
too much time
with me myself and i has distorted my whole life
and i dont know
which way i should go
i just wanted to be someone to meet you
now im living a life thats so deciptful
everything hurts but i can not tell where
i feel drunk even though i am sober
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4. |
Incel Rock
03:10
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this Incel rock band is bringing me down
can’t believe their lack of self awareness
bunch of stupid clowns
their lyrics make me just wanna puke
but I need the money from recording
so I guess this song is my rebuke
cause I ain’t got a damn thing to lose
it makes me feel like such a whore
sucking dick or mixing cishet bands
i don’t know which one I hate more
still kinda makes me feel gross
the thought I’m helping something so deplorable won’t leave me alone
it won’t leave me alone
It won’t leave me alone
It won’t leave me alone
misogyny is the only common theme
of the lyrics that sound like they were
written by a boy that’s 14
everything they say is so filled with hate
but not as much as
i hate them
a moral quandary I can not cope with
because I am to broke
to deal with that privilege
talking bout how girls don’t adore them
half their band pics are jean shorts and fedoras
led zeppelin t shirts and white socks up to the knee
blasting out that Greta van fleet
while sitting alone beating their meat saying
i love this band they make music just like before it went bad
dropped a few hundred on a vintage big muff tone
says they don’t make ‘em like this no mo
i really hope the person who sold it to him sold him a fake
everyone who hears them hates them
but still they think someday they’ll make it
and I pray to jesus christ himself that they don’t
i just wanna get paid
from these Incel rock songs about not getting laid
can not wait til I am through
new rule no more recording bands of only dudes
please don’t credit me
i don’t want my name anywhere near this atrocity
i got into recording to amplify a voice
but what am I supposed to do when the voice is so disgusting I don’t know what to do no I don’t
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5. |
Corner Basher
02:10
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break the walls in
just to build them up give the people what they want
an illusion
of tearing down a structure a sad excuse for culture
brain dead yokels
flock to get a chance lining up to see it bash
watch it spin around
swinging like a flail pray it stops to no avail
to dumb to be pretentions
not dumb enough for camp
watch it fly in all directions
but no direction does it have
the perfect piece for flip flop wearing dont want to be hear dads
or rich highschool brats just looking for a laugh
hear it through the whole building at each and every piece
infecting all the art it spreads like a disease
the noise it is insufferable i just wanna leave but
then walk in some new people looking for a peek
looking for a peak
looking for a peak
i think its flawed right down to its exsistance
a cheap critique of what it holds to be sacred
the broken walls only reinforce the message
like all bad art it tells more that it questions
corner basher
corner basher
corner basher
corner basher
corner basher
(idk some edgy shit about how i dont like liz larner)
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6. |
Coughing Up Lungbutter
03:44
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watching as the sun comes up
cant go to sleep cause im too drunk
ill puke if i close my eyes
listen to the vinyl skip
my head is spinning what a trip
acid at ten was a bad idea
still i kinda miss the days
of bad decisions and mistakes
we were just stupid kids
everything must have an end
if we didnt stop wed of would wound up dead
life is better now i guess
and everytime i look back
to the rose tinted past
dont know if i should cry or laugh
coughing up some lungbutter
while dreaming of some past lovers
still curled up in bed
hair is knotted like a nest
a burning pain inside of my chest
im going up in flames
can not find my cigarettes
get so depressed after sex
apologize for being broken
i am just a salvaged wreck
an empty shell escaping death
how long can i keep this up
and if i close my eyes
and believe the lies
the future looks bright
the future looks bright
the future looks bright
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