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1. |
In March of Nothing
04:39
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I am Jack’s lonely heart club band
Info news feeds me shit on high demand
The common clutch for the plastic adults
Programmed into the culture of cults
Hit me where it hurts
Enough to feel the burn
Pornographic takeover
Mind-blending makeover
Will stretch you out
Till the party is over
And they’re coming in
(Who’s coming in?)
These vultures are circling in
They want my fun
They can have my fun
But the party is over
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2. |
LoveFuck
02:55
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Peeling off the scabs
Scratch without the itch
Nervous anxious laugh
Pull the skin with a pinch
More mysterious with an ache
Everything is at stake
Teenage truth is filled with lies
Every gift has a price
I’m over it
I’m under it
Dry my body out with age
Baste ́ my fat before I burn
Overcooked with angst
You can serve me in a urn
Young adults have all the fun
Pop-stars with fake luck
Click-bait when you’re done
Is it better than a morning fuck?
Oh, What I wear fits
Oh, What I fear hits
Fear of missing out
Throughout those years
I don’t know where the feeling lives
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3. |
Distressor
04:42
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My war on you begins at home
Distress comes in familiar uniforms
And I’m convinced that this fight has no end
You pick your side like you pick your latest trend
And even out the score
Do you feel pissed and poor?
Stop acting like your not what you say you are
I’m fighting fashion taste
Your language is cut and paste
Now filter shit to make it look like truth.
I sense decline in our health
Follow guidelines to reach new social wealth
And I’m convinced that we’ll find out
The reason why “passion” will sell us out
To pose for a bitch in the glamour of hell
When I can’t tell anymore
Who’s your modern angel of death?
Aren’t you fuckin’ bored to death
With picking someone to reform your thoughts?
Public figures conduct chess fights
Do you really know wrong from right?
I want a sign in full-form
Celebrate or sacrifice
Calibrate or fantasize
Fumigate or sanitize
What I got left
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4. |
Divebomb
05:37
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Nosedive into unknown
When the pressure’s hitting first
Are you feeling all alone
When the anger starts to burst?
Silent treatment for my host
(I never know what they want)
They just treat me like a ghost
That tries to move and tries to haunt
Am I clinging to the past?
Tethered to this shitty task
(I can even hear my Dad)
Control the wrath at the end of my fist
Then rest like a rogue
Fake skin for a coat
I’ll learn to live amongst the other ghost
(Are you running like the wind?)
Are you bored of staying in?
Is your air getting thin
inside
Your head / Your home
Your head is a dead home
Will I dry up like the leaves?
Lose the fight and ask for peace?
Drop the cid and feel the sting
And feel the rage at the tip of my fist
Head first / Divebomb
I’ll catch my high on my own
Packed strong / sharp tongue I’m not your animal
Old curse, dies young
Shoot up the dopamine
Old news with new blood
And I’m the animal?
Dealt the test to agitate
Pluck the joy right out of fate
Declare war to be done
Fuck your god, I’d rather be a bastard son.
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5. |
Purge
03:58
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Outwit the spell with direct eye contact
Use the shame to spark my life back
Trip-off my youth that sends me flashbacks
A type of danger that I just want back
With a single-serving hit
Outdate the time with an expired contract
I chase my tail with constant playback
Hit-off the floor to watch my head crack
The strangest danger that finds its way back
In a single-file line
In this simple-serving life
Out-fuck fake love when I get the feedback
The P.C. lovers love to hear shit like that
Fuck off with your common fun facts
You’re just a child in the middle of the fucking cracks
In this single-serving life
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6. |
Anti Anti
05:10
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Morning comes with a vile gloom
I’ll see you soon
Shatter your faith with impending doom
I’ll wait till noon for you
Scroll me down into the ground
And watch the feed Reign over me for good
The wrath comes without a price
Are you feeling nice right now?
Elect the way you want this heist
I’m sure you like the vibe right now.
Trip to escape
Take the bait
Fake the funk
When you need anyone
Trip to escape
Take the bait
Fake the funk
When you eat everyone
And channel the holy christ
He’s televised for you
A name full of shit and lies
Just memorize that he’s gone
And channel the antichrist
He’s publicized for you
The same name will die
And recognize that it’s you
And I’ll make my own damn bed
At the very end
Cause the dirt is my home
I’m all alone
And I will belong to the worms.
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7. |
Glue
04:21
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Every hand is a noose around my neck
Choke the life without regret
The grip gets tighter with every word that’s said
I hang from the wrath to the wreck
Every eye is a chain around my brain
Link the judgment to the pain
The bond gets stronger with everything that’s strange
As I sit in the center of a cage
With bloody thoughts and bloody knots
I can feel them as they rot
These bloody thoughts have bloody knots
I can feel them when I'm not
Your bloody thoughts have bloody clots
I can sense your dirty thoughts
Our bloody clogs have bloody spots
I can feel them when I'm not
Level up in the crisis
But never wonder why
Reinforce all the vices
Till you give me reasons why
And every smell wraps it’s spell around my nose
It even sticks to my clothes
The fragrant fiend knows how to strike a pose
I form a cell with my own moral code
And every tongue is a tease in my mouth
You just want to suck me out
This wicked charm that I can't surmount
But all you want to do is fuck me out
With bloody thoughts and bloody knots
I can feel them as they rot
These bloody thoughts have bloody knots
I can feel them when I'm not
Your bloody thoughts have bloody clots
I can sense your dirty thoughts
Our bloody clogs have bloody spots
I can feel them when I'm not
Misinformed diagnosis
With all that I missed
I feel it creeping up
Like the Anti-oedipus
Cause every ounce weighs a Pound
That I sink from the pavement to the ground
Till nothing is left
I lick the blood off my wounds
To taste the doom
Till I earn my self respect
Cause I'm glued to the seat
Of my own self defeat
With bloody thoughts and bloody knots
I can feel them as they rot
These bloody thoughts have bloody knots
I can feel them when I'm not
Your bloody thoughts have bloody clots
I can sense your dirty thoughts
Our bloody clogs have bloody spots
I can feel them when I'm not
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8. |
Whore on The Floor
03:47
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Am I a whore on the floor?
When I want to
Am I bored at my core?
When I amount to
I’ll sell my body for free
I can take to these streets
Just pick and choose
What you want from me
You can’t avoid me
You can’t come clean
I’ll just pretend that you don’t happen to me
(Hush me)
You suck my bliss
With the devil’s grip
When I don’t want things to exist
Fuck your beautiful world
In your fucked up head
Are you just killing time
While the rich fucks us dead?
Medicate the silence
With a healthy appetite
Harnessing all the violence
Till it rips me open wide...
And what you want from me
Won’t come for free
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9. |
__X__
02:15
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10. |
Stressor
05:50
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I fall in love with the human curse
Choke on chunks of these greedy verbs
Abrasive silence with no moral code
I’ll use nostalgia in survival mode
And then these gatekeepers intervene
They kill our dream with their social scenes
And I stare off in disbelief
So called decent motherfuckers
just act like thieves
I’ll learn to hate this shitty verse
That belongs to me when at my worst
Enchanted world filled with filthy dreams
You pick the topic of this fucked up theme
And press the stress into my voice
I hear my name inside the noise
Outgrow each god and their brands
I am still Jack’s lonely heart club band
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