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Silicon Flavored Ice-Tea
02:12
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I'm gunna kill myself at 27
I'll never be a Bowie or a Lennon
Here's hoping for death's good night kiss
Another sentimental car crash could do me in
I'm gunna set aside all my frustration
My dying words won't be renowned quotations
The wisdom of talented youth
Were wasted on pity sex and micro booze
And I'll leave...
my vinyl records playing on while I take
my leave
of absence drinking silicon flavored iced tea
But one can't be too careful
Cause I'm still 26, a year from now my ego calls it quits
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Color Blind
01:39
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Waking up with another fucking headache
Another nightmare about working 24/7
Nihilism is my second hand religion
I'm more jaded than bible thumping physician
Stable but worn out
Chronically strung out
Comfortably loosing taste
Lack luster aging haste
Gluten free Gluttony keeps me fat and Pregnant
These rotten teeth are my favorite kind of Fragrance
This body runs on alcohol fueled penance
I feel catharsis when my liver gives out I feel it killing me its bleeding me out
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Blame me / Shame me
02:09
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What happened to your god complex? Did the batism wash it away?
You used to be more interesting, now you're just stale bread, white and thin
What happened to your Boyish charm?
Did a Priest molest your youthful song
I judged your past for a score to settle?
Well hello pot my name is kettle
You're not at all divine
You're condensending
Imperfectly designed
And neglecting
Blame me for my sinful endeavors
Shame me shame me
Making love with your poetry is a sight no one wants to see
it's self indulging pornogrophy
Keep your writing hand away from me
I used to see lights shine with in your eyes
But now I see the rail tracks
A darken tunnel where a train would likely
Ram me on dead and flat
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Did you get my letter?! It was blood red written in a stylistic manner
I'm doing far way better
I didn't mean to give your mom a heart attack
I never ment any harm
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Incompatible
03:17
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Yes and no, I hope that answer all your questions.
Maybe so, but you know I lack a sense of direction
Give me a song and I'll commit it to memory
Call me your own just to hear a sweeter melody
How could you know? You've never lack the motivation
I am soppoused to just feel better with the attention?
I can't feel
It's all gone
I'm going deaf mute and blind high fever and the gouts
What was left I ate it then vomited all out
Cause my bodily chemistry has it incompatible to process all emotions thru my veins and I feel terrible
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