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4 Days out
4 days out
What is your brain on now?
I think Im walking on eggshells
So ill chew it up
And ill spit it out
Okay okay okay
Okay negotiator
Guess ill come out with my hands up this time
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
8 days out
8 days out
Where do we go from here
Im not sure if I can get back from there
But ill be sure to at least give it one try
Did you miss me?
When the lights went out
Okay negotiator
Ill try and come out with my hands up this time
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
9 days out
9 days out
All that for a drop of clout
Bet you bit off more than you could chew
Well then I guess the third times a charm
Plz take this blood and write out your name
I pay an arm and a leg
So plz make it more digestible
We are not the same
What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
4 days out
4 days out
What is your brain on now?
Im not so into your ideas
But ill chew it up
And ill spit out
Okay okay okay okay
Okayokay okay okay
Okay negotiator
No ones taking me alive
What would you have me do?
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Little Fear Of Lightning
03:09
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Have you seen this man?
Its a pattern of behavior
Outta the fire
And into the frying pan
The apple doesn’t fall
Far from the tree
Bound hands
And bloodletting
All the time in the world
With no timing
Im not afraid to die
But I have a little fear of lightning
And I found god
I can do no wrong
Out of the fire
And into the frying pan
The apple doesn’t fall
Far from the tree
Bound hands
And bloodletting
Saying your doing so
For god and country
All the time in the world
With no timing
You’re not afraid to die
But you got a little fear of lightning
But you found god?
You can do no wrong?
Ill get sober
And do it all over
Ill still be the same man
Ill still be the same man
Outta the fire
And into the frying pan
Its a pattern of behavior
High on my own supply
Ready to meet my maker
I can do no wrong
Blame yourself or god
Have you seen this man?
Its a pattern of behavior
He gets a mouthful of spirits
And suddenly he’s my savior
I wanna do good
I wanna do good
By god and country
Deliverance comes regardless
Possessed by the devil that is jazz
but I found god
So I can do no wrong
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Do the dead
Do the dead
Do the dead
Do the dead
Speak to you
Well this’ll do the trick
This’ll do the trick
This’ll do the trick
A bird in hand
Is worth two in the bush
So why the long face
Why the long face
Its easy money
Until they catch you
Catch and kill
Im coming to my
Coming to my
Coming to my
Coming to my
Senses
That’ll do the trick
That’ll do the trick
That’ll do the trick
The brighter the flame
The bigger the shadow
So why the long face
Why the long face
Its easy money
Until they catch you
Catch and kill
Do the dead
Do the dead
Do the dead
Do the dead
Speak to you
Well this’ll do the trick
This’ll do the trick
This’ll do the trick
A bird in hand
Is worth two in the bush
So why the long face
Why the long face
Its easy money
Until they catch you
Catch and kill
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caustic rituals
Gaslight a bewitched lighthouse
Canned laughter
Black Friday
Coming back into style
Second thoughts
Heard 3rd hand
I don’t wanna die
But I guess I’m gonna live forever
So I spit out the spirits
Moving mountains second hand
Gaslighting a hornets nest
Fi Fae Foe Fum
I smell the fear
Of a bunch of fucking men
Peacemaker
And the lights are too loud
Before the head rush
Might fuck around
And start a Cold War
Mercy
Yeet myself into the fucking void
as above so below
You don’t know what you want from me
And its as tho you’re just killing time
On your last chance to try
Young blood
All bets are off
Seeing a light in a mirror
With no fucking end
Handout
Spotlight effect
Godspeed transmission
And at the end of the hunt
Hot stepping bee keeper
With a ground loop hum
Im going south
To suck the light out of the light house
Mercy
Cut up method
Straight posted still
In your weird dreams
Deep dive into
Stockholm syndrome
All the bets are off
And it all sounds the same
Young guns and their anti gospel rhetoric
Backfired and whiplashed
while the water is
Five feet high
Sight seeing
With your left hand
And a lazy 3rd eye
Well this is a fucking game changer
Poisoner
Autocorrect
Sorry its just ritual habit
In this essay I will
Mercy
Ok boomer
You feel the spirit of the holy fucking ghost?
Living a half life
With the humor of the gallows
Missed my count
1
2
3
Thanks I hate it
But I knew the whole time
Before the spin out
Before the nightmare feelings
Black Friday
Canned laughter
And the cold case
Pulling teeth
In a crawl space
While a problem dog
Counts arithmetic
King of too fucking far
And when they see you
It’ll be dead to rights
Mercy.
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It’s always the same excuse
It’s always the same tired nonsense
Pot shot pot shot pot shot
You’re not even trying
No effort in care
No calculation of time
A fake mask of a cold heart
You won’t even wear on your sleeves
And you won’t come out into the light
You won’t come out into the light
At least wear I can see you
And I thought you were such a sure shot
But its the same lazy habits that got us into this mess
Fuck, got me into this mess, got me into this mess
There I go again
Blaming myself over and over again
Nothing makes it easier
Nothing makes it right
I want a clean
A clean fair fight
I wouldn’t hold my breath
On good graces
or a break in habit
At this point its just survival
The only excuse that has a default of acceptance
And even thats not enough
Always a shift of blame
No accountability
You scream into the mess
And it screams back at you
Screaming match
In an echo chamber
Can’t fill in the blanks can’t see straight
Just sputtering mute spells
Into the dark
Don’t you have a heart?
Is the irony
Of this apathy
That the body is nothing
Without it
Now I’m choking on the tip of my tongue
What do I need to do
To convince you
Drag you out in front of everyone?
I want a clean
A clean fair fight
Its always the same excuse
Its always the same tired nonsense
I thought you were such a sure shot
But you’re not even trying
No effort in care
No calculation of time
A fake mask of a cold heart
that you won’t even wear on your sleeve
You won’t come out into the light
You won’t come out into the light
At least where I can see you
And its the same lazy habits that got us into this mess
I want a clean
A clean fair fight.
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ROT//A Privilege
02:47
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Every night
Without missing a beat
At the witching hour
A million miles of thought
Blow my head out
And in under a second
Im just a vessel
“And I need rest too
Like anyone else
Like anyone else”
I need my bones
To take root
And my thoughts
Run like the river that it is
I can’t make up for the wrongs that
This adds up to
But when I grow up
I wanna set things right
I hope I can set something right
The comedy of man
Is that we make everything in our image
The comedy of man
Is that we make everything in our image
Why make a deal with god
When you can make a deal
With the son of sam
Why make a deal with god
When you can make a deal with the son of sam
The only good cowboy
Is a dead cowboy
Playing games with myself
Knowing I’ve rigged the damn thing
Target practice with things I should trust
Or just let fucking go
And its doing nothing for my aim
Why
Why
Why
Why
Why am I like this
Im not losing sleep
This is what its coming to
And I’m not losing sleep
If someone comes for me
Its my responsibility to hear them out
What do I need to tell myself
To MAKE me
Shut
My
Fucking mouth
The figure 8’s that women must do
To stay straight
Staring down the barrel
Of the male gaze
Its an unjust stalemate
Its an unjust stalemate
The only good cowboy
Is a dead cowboy
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Careful who you’re friends with
Cuz one day they might get you killed
Caught in the headlights
Gag order on the odd dog out
The living and failings
Of actors
That scream and cry on a screen
But credit where credits due
Eye for eye
And tooth for tooth
Lesser of two abusers
Put your mouth
Where your money is
Black pill blue
No matter who
Hark!
Hark!
Could you keep it down
Hark!
Hark!
You’re just barking like a mad hound
Who do you think you’re fooling?
Who do you think you’re fooling?
You let the devil in
You let the devil in
So
Careful who you’re friends with
Cuz one day
They might
Get you killed
Caught in the headlights
Gag order on the odd dog out
So “who can you love?”
“Who can you trust?”
Gag myself
With a fucking death grip
These are not your blood brothers
And everyday
It gets
Harder and harder to trust each other
Contact tracing
All our shitty behavior
A wildfire fever
That we just
Can’t
Can’t put out
So
Hark!
Hark!
Could you keep it down
Hark!
Hark!
You’re just barking like a mad hound
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Like Clockwork
03:10
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I see a fantasy
I play pretend
Wearing masks
With my friends
I am your mirage
Im just your fantasy
Who is going
To believe me?
Im just your fantasy
That you’re just hanging on
Im just your fantasy
That you’re just hanging on
I don’t need it
I just want to
Feel it
The angles on the clock
What do you need from me
It takes time
It takes money
Im playing with your heart
Im pulling on your strings
Growth is time
Time is money
Growth is time
Time is money
Growth is time
Time is money
I don’t need it
I just want to
Feel it
Im just your fantasy
Im playing pretend
Wearing masks
With friends
I am your mirage
Im just your fantasy
Who is going
To believe me
The angles on the clock
What did you need from me
It takes time
It takes money
Im playing with your heart
Im pulling on your strings
Growth is time
Time is money
Growth is time
Time is money
You know the rest
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Bona Fide!
02:19
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Will the end
Will the end
be entertaining?
And In the same
In the same, breath
You’re Lying through your teeth
Clipping Wings
Clipping Wings
Pass the buck plz
Clipping Wings
Clipping Wings
Pass the buck plz
Bona fide
Bona fide
Fugazi
Bona Fide
Bona fide
Fugazi
Nail it to
Nail it to
Nail it to the wall
The Bottom dropped
The bottom dropped
The bottom dropped out
Supersize
Supersize
ur McMillions
Supersize
Supersize
Ur McMillions
For Better Or Worse
For better or worse
New American Cowboy
For Better Or Worse
For better or worse
New American Cowboy
Bona fide
fugazi
Bona fide
Fugazi
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I often think about
How the west was won
Trail of tears
Trickle down
There will be blood
Walking on wounded knee
In this economy
Is a mixed bag
But better late than never
Better late than never
To get back
Get bags
Get back
Get bags
Get back
So I backstab
the rapture
Its a new wave
But it looks good on paper
Working up a sweat
To no effect
Take me to church
Test the water
Get down on hand and foot
And pray
It does no good here
It does no good here
Working up a sweat
To no effect
I often think about
How the west was won
Trail of tears
Trickle down
There will be blood
So I backstab
The rapture
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