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Every Word A Riot
02:44
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Oh your lips when they move
They move like scalpels, baybeh
Your tongue, fast, smooth
Oh your lips when they move
Those kisses, like shrapnel shrapnel shrapnel SHRAPNEL
The only way to truly get to know you is to dissect you, baybeh
Inch by inch Layer by layer Slit by slit
Brick by brick Piece by piece by piece by piece by piece by PIECES!
Her every word a riot
Delivered with predatory perfection
Too much too much too much too much
Of everything is never enough
The want the want the want the want now WAIT
Had to shun the touch, shun the touch
And dude, I needed it bad, just not all at once Not all at once
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Tie the knot wear the mask pull the rope hang rot in the sun
for as long as time stands still right now darling right now darling
dance dance show us bruised bent waiting waiting gagged bound happy happy
it’s a go-go knife go-go knife (I said GO-GO KNIFE) late nite show
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Nature can sure be dazzling
Like a cockroach you never failed to keep up
How could someone so obviously blank always land on their feet?
Darwinism never really applied to you
No, Darwinism never really applied to you
Somehow you slipped through the fence
Leaving in your wake a sea of irreversible mistakes
The rest of us had to go through the rubble…
And look for survivors!
I’ve got a tumor
I’ve got a tumor
I’ve got a tumor and it’s got a name
You’ve been the weight on my shoulders
You’ve been the knot in my gut
You’ve been the “less” in my sleepless
A mere passenger going through the motions just to get by
(There’s nothing symbiotic about that)
I’ve got a tumor
I’ve got a tumor
I’ve got a tumor and it’s got a name
Cut off an arm, cut off a leg, then take a rest, off with the head instead
You’ll always grow back again
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The Kid's Gone Supernova
03:39
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A familiar sense of purpose rushed over him
He felt raw, defined
There was sweat on his lips
He had her kiss them
Oh, the shivers down that spine
They all acted like he’d expect
He knew what came next
A definition, his piece in the puzzle
For each time seemingly closer closer closer to the core
And now, again, he was whole
But she was down down down down, out for the count
But he was whole
She was ruined
He was ready
She was down down down down, out for the count
In for the kill
OVER
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So you’re tired of being left a secret and not much more
You said you’d let go
Pitching all too familiar stories
Variations on a melodrama
Only different rooms
Petty morals adding inches to every past mistake
In tiny cities with bigger wounds
So you’re tired of being left a secret and not much more
You said you’d let go
Every clue just might be the truth
Tasted every tongue
Fingers clutching every neck
Sweet nothings lurking in every bed
Every womb is a tomb
Memorabilia will only slow you down
Should’ve gotten out, but you can’t
Each breath a ghasp
Every word a whisper
The tide is rising
(You said you’d let go)
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This Sect Oslo, Norway
Post-punk weirdos.
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