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Anorexic Insect
04:41
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Anorexic Insect
Part 1
Bulimic,
Believe in her,
An insect’s dinner,
With bad table manners,
Psychosomatic.
Part 2
Girl finds a dirty magazine,
Underneath her daddy’s bed,
She starts bleeding immediately.
Part 3
Chain smoking her brother’s cigarettes,
The most predictable end to the movie,
Her spit started tasting a little bit bitter,
Like the jealous face of a vegetarian, interior,
The fork became her only enemy, enemy,
The knife became her only friend, only friend,
Another meal made out from amphetamines,
Oh father, please forgive me.
Part 4
Appalled by her barbies,
Their fake smiles, their bodies,
Her mirror gets angry,
Her waistline, her pussy.
Part 5
What about service?
What about?
What about siblings?
What about?
What about purpose?
What about?
What about surviving?
What about?
What about service?
What about?
What about surviving?
What about it?
Part 6
A race to find,
A new way to disguise her size,
Say grace, goodnight mom.
A better place for her to sleep at night.
(repeat)
Part 7
Bulimic,
Believe in her,
An insect’s dinner,
With bad table manners.
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The Aftertaste Of Soap
04:00
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The Aftertaste of Soap
Part 1
Yours was the first name on the list of credits
Dancing in the train graveyard, celebrating
Your liberated lonely knuckles, discovering
The intimacy between the lines of paper
The ink that only dries in your last days
You drank so much the baby came disfigured,
But it was still your favourite prop
Donning the most expensive burka
And a crossword wedged between its thighs
You’re an adult now
Part 2
Your neighbours, they
Gagged and vomited, but
The sunshine, he
Knew your name that day, and
I almost want to smile
(repeat Part 2)
Part 3
The moans of rusted machinery
Reminding you of your grandparents house
Where every meal lingered from the aftertaste of soap
But was prepared by a love only wheelchairs could manipulate
Part 4
(repeat first half of Part 1)
Part 5
Sweetheart,
You cannot be
So persistent
(and just) Please get out,
You come across
Too interested
(repeat)
Breathe out,
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My Neighbour was on TV
Part 1
The policeman put two and two together,
Ignored the don’t open sign on the door,
And he found the pieces of her body,
And he blamed the first man around,
We knew it didn’t really add up,
But it’s hard to argue with a gun,
And it felt so insensitive for us to interfere.
Part 2
We watched the handcuffs turn his fingers grey,
We watched the 9 o’clock news that night,
We ate our microwaveable dinners,
We could not sleep.
Part 3
They found her hair,
On the dashboard,
They found, they found, they found...
Part 4
They found the rotting sneakers, damp
Underneath his kitchen floorboards, woah,
Underneath his kitchen floorboards.
They found the rotting sneakers, damp
Underneath his kitchen floorboards, woah,
Underneath his kitchen floorboards.
Part 5
And he, he was, my neighbour,
And he was the first man around
So we buried her there.
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Birthmark Photograph
03:43
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Birthmark Photograph
Part 1
We can all blame someone else
for our faults, for all that we’ve become
But when you shake hands with the hole
in yourself, you realise we’re the same (the same)
Part 2
As if a lightswitch in her
Mind, it cursed all of her damn
Smarts, she prayed she was as fucking
Dumb as everyone else was
(repeat)
Part 3
That’s enough! x2
Part 4
What about the time
We got the photo of
When our little hero
She met the sad
Man by the river
With the birthmark
Walking with a cane
So familiar
Like her night terrors
He knew her name
Took her by the wrist
And touched her navel
Part 5
He wore a three piece suit, two sizes too small x3
Part 6
And like a play
They held hands
And like her Dad
He said the word
Part 7
Town tried to protect her
But he had what they could never have x2
Part 6 again
And like a play
They held hands
And like her Dad
He said the word
Part 1 again
We can all,
blame someone else
for our faults, for all that we’ve become
But when you shake hands with the hole
in yourself, you realise we’re the same (the same)
Part 3 again
That’s enough! x2
Part 2 again
As if a lightswitch in her
Mind, it cursed all of her damn
Smarts, she prayed she was as fucking
Dumb as everyone else was
(repeat)
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Orange Soda
04:34
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Orange Soda
Verse
Every part of me has been erased,
Bits of my fingers are gone,
Don’t know what this translucent tube is,
In my stomach, but it feels wrong,
I used to know how to scream, you know,
But now every sound comes from my thoughts,
I ensure my eyes only turn slow,
Because I don’t want to get caught,
(Repeat)
Chorus
And I find clues,
In these brick walls,
It’s my handwriting,
But completely illegible,
Part 2
The film moves every time
I blink too rapidly
Feed me,
Please feed me,
Give me food,
I am happy,
In my designated corner,
Water drips from the ceiling,
Repeat Verse
Repeat Chorus
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Checkmate
03:32
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Checkmate
Chorus
Decaying candles,
Perishing gently,
She lit her cigarette,
Reliving how she,
Crucified something
She once loved
Yet felt nothing.
Listen!
You cannot be so into yourself.
Part 1
Behold,
The widow’s
Grown horns,
Her shadow,
Behind
Chorus (repeat)
Decaying candles,
Perishing gently,
She lit her cigarette,
Reliving how she,
Crucified something
She once loved
Yet felt nothing.
Listen!
You cannot be so into yourself.
Stop! Stop!
Part 2
Fingernails grew three inches,
Changed yellow,
Fell off,
Became dust.
Part 4
He felt the crisis,
Heartbeat, like, twice as
Fast, she was laughing,
His face was priceless,
Rice and a dark foam,
Dried him to brimstone
(repeat)
Dried him to brimstone
Chorus
Decaying candles,
Perishing gently,
She lit her cigarette,
Reliving how she,
Crucified something
She once loved
Yet felt nothing.
Listen!
You cannot be so into yourself.
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Congratulations
03:16
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Congratulations!
Verse 1
Hello. Congratulations.
You. You got the latest.
High score on your little video game (well done!)
Your. Index finger.
Moved. A little faster.
Got the same colours in the exact right order (well done!)
You. You were distracted.
Good. By the music.
Your headphones built a wall between your everything. (well done!)
True. You were distracted.
Bad. Nothing mattered.
Not even the truck knocking down little baby bay. (well done!)
Chorus
Didn’t see your daughter
Snowflakes on her tongue
Head through the windshield
Shivering from the cold, what have you done, oh my God
Verse 2
Hey. A little patience.
Girl. A little patient.
Symphony of wires keeps her heart pacing. (well done!)
Man. Hands you a pen.
Asks. For your consent, and
They press the button, let your child die (well done!)
You. You were distracted.
Moved. Your index finger.
Got the same colours in the exact right order (well done!)
Chorus
Didn’t see your daughter
Snowflakes on her tongue
Head through the windshield
Shivering from the cold, what have you done, oh my God
Verse 3 same as Verse 1 intro
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8. |
Gag Reflex Of Stray Dogs
03:47
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Gag Reflex of Stray Dogs
Intro
Her statue moved and stated that this was the worst
Morning she ever had
And she asked us to please forgive her
Handwritten with love
Goodbye
Verse 1
Naturally you remember that corner with that one
Cracked sidewalk every child avoids
Such folklore imprinted out of principle but
She never heard the cries on the playground
Chorus
Now do you believe in God?
Or are you convinced
That skipping rope was a metaphor
For a better place
Or are you not sure
About anything anymore?
I don’t blame you, I was the same
I thought skipping rope was a metaphor
For a better place
But now I’m not sure
Verse 2 (repeat of verse 1)
Naturally you remember that corner with that one
Cracked sidewalk every child avoids
Such folklore imprinted out of principle but
She never heard the cries on the playground
Bridge
No! I got your message it smelt of petrol
Gag reflex of stray dogs and people. No!
(repeat x4)
Chorus
Now do you believe in God?
Or are you convinced
That skipping rope was a metaphor
For a better place
Or are you not sure
About anything anymore?
I don’t blame you, I was the same
I thought skipping rope was a metaphor
For a better place
But now I’m not sure
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Little Handjobs
04:27
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Little Handjobs
Part 1
Once again,
His afternoon nap it was,
Disrupted by the widow’s ghost,
Little handjobs in the back,
Of the carriage, Oh my God,
The horsemen pretended to cough,
Ignored the whispers,
About secrets of how to never grow old
And the ideal method to pronounce the Lord’s name wrong
Part 2
He could never wash,
The endless mistakes off of his hands,
And he could never smoke out,
The flammable voices inside his mouth (gasp),
Part 3
Counting the pebbles from the Church to his house,
Where he confessed about the citrous sting inside of his nostrils,
And the fishhook he swallowed when was just a young boy
Puncturing everything inside of him,
Just let me die.
(Repeat)
Part 4
(repeat of Part 1)
Once again,
His afternoon nap it was,
Disrupted by the widow’s ghost,
Little handjobs in the back,
Of the carriage, Oh my God,
The horsemen pretended to cough,
Ignored the whispers,
About secrets of how to never grow old
And the ideal method to pronounce the Lord’s name wrong
Part 5
And he could never wash,
The endless mistakes off of his hands,
And he could never smoke out,
The flammable voices inside his mouth,
(Repeat)
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