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Werner Herzog Syndrome
03:18
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I collapse beneath this business that you built upon my back
I'm coming over even though you said I can't come back
You're coming hard
I don't come at all no more
Paranoia found my fall
I've been waiting for the fall
Because the fall is where the home is
... and I'm coming home
I told him about all my problems and then he offered up communion
I was pissing blood in womens bathrooms
Keeping track of all you're going to ruin
But it's too soon
I'll cut my nose to spite my face
I'm strung out at your mothers place with you
Yes it's true
And I found you there peroxide white
I got the feeling that you weren't alright
I'd do anything to make this right from here
Sucking blood from a machine
Repel the ghost and end the scene
Eyes on prizes kept you lean
As if talking ever solved a thing you need more than me
Clutching to your rhetoric while screaming like a lunatic
You need more than me
Go fuck yourself with your bad culture and mine while you're at it
Go pray in said sanctioned houses and I'll see you on Monday
Of all the rotten shit I've said, well I've said it nicely
But if you show me where it hurts I'll tell you more about the party
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Francis B. Gross
02:49
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You never call me when you get high no more
Visual essays submitted to the south
We rigged a new batch and you're slipping down out trap doors
I found myself inside a rural compound
It only matters if the boys don't mind
It only matters if the boys don't mind at all
It only matters if the boys don't mind
It only matters if the boys don't mind
I was a suitable criminal
And I was committed to the work and never wanted to be wanted
I was a chemical animal
And I submitted to the cause and never wanted to be wanted
You're passing judgement on a needle high
You're learning best as an instrument
The emerald cities have been screaming ‘Bullseye!'
Report well and true to upper management
It mostly matters if the girls don't mind
It mostly matters if the girls don't mind at all
It mostly matters if the girls don't mind
It only matters if the girls don't mind
I was a suitable criminal
And you were looking for love
I never wanted to be wanted
I was a chemical animal
And I submitted to the cause and never wanted to be wanted
They found him clinging to his baby fat, hacking at the pink meat
Bury me with my shit
Baby you're not the one
Maybe you're not the one
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3. |
Siamese Burn
02:41
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Foreign remains rest inside of these native walls
Noxious reminders lay claim to these bathroom stalls
I am the same. See, I am your loyal dog
This is the head sick I spoke of
X's took spots as the eyes on our faces
I never said 'No', just don't know what this place is
Daydreamer gravedigger this is what love is
The dead get paid more than I do
I don't wanna die
But I can't stand what I do for a living
Speed freak of love
Do you really put truth first?
These bodies are vast and senseless
Foreign remains rest inside of these native walls
Noxious reminders lay claim to these bathroom stalls
Daydreamer gravedigger this is what love is
The dead get paid more than I do
Paris is burning
So sterilize everything
I dreamt of a place where no one is anything
I've been to a place where no one is anything
Mary's in the black and white room
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It stemmed from a cut inside my mouth
I am the architect to all my failures
Crowned the king of the insulin syringe
You shined the sun upon some bad behaviour
I got this chicken shit blood inside my veins
That I want out but I am a chemical emblem
When you fuck me, you talk like my mother did
A makeshift tourniquet and we'll see
How my body fends
C'mon and get me high like you used to
Why won't you get me high like we used to
I wanna get you high like we used to
So what? Do you hate me now?
He was born of both singers and shaman
He was kin to the man cooking speed down south
Asked to go out the same way we came in
But never underestimate what I'd live without
He's got a taste for the hard drugs and young boys
He's going soft in an old unforgiving place
Now the banks, churches, livestock convoys
And better men are now taken with my glamorous mistakes
It's time to give the devil a little something for his trouble
As this spree of rotten lovers kept the bed warm
The day might come where I put something sharp in something vital
But until then these are the crimes that I am known for
There's a hole where the money goes
In the skin that we don't talk about no more
And in the evening wind I'm bound endlessly
But carefully
To all of the awful things I've done
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Baptized in bullshit and the enzymes of a madman's spit
Move like an animal
Put some violence in your sink or swim
Claimed cures for cancer did reside inside her morning piss
This is a death ballad from an occupational masochist
How long before the man inside the mind admits he's sick
We raise our glass and toast to an engine and a bloody itch
Here's everything you broke and everything that love can't fix
So spill my hated guts
Your touch is of a plagiarist
All the awful things you used to paint with
Poorly executed vocabulary
Sea sick or home sick
I have nothing I want you to see
This is the sound of bait
You fall for money like baby teeth
Pervert or parasite
A war declared upon the skin
These are the swollen nights
Redirect a falling narrative
You cut me up like cherry pie
This is College Boy bullshit
All the photographs you took of yourself
Oh come on
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It wasn't so much spiritual so much as it was surgical
While waiting on a blood test we got high beside a miracle
Ownership's a funny thing
But only when it's practical
He keeps honing in on these good times that were lost inside his testicles
Anything from here on out is everything but memorable
Translated naked lunches but came out with nothing audible
I'm a sliver of my former self just chewing off my cuticles
Memorize the books and make a break for somewhere comfortable
Kill the body and the head will die
She claimed she had a smart mouth but the shit for brains were plentiful
As we tangoed with the schoolyard freaks the skin grew back quite colorful
A black market purchase on a dare turned out to be quite wonderful
As if crying ever solved a thing
Consult an IV user manual
Give your love to something ugly and your sex to something pitiful
Let the devil have the best lines and let god confront his animals
So where's the sense in bread crumbs when a home is theoretical
Stuck with cautionary tales that will not get off their bicycles
Kill list came today but I asked for alphabetical
So be more than what they took from you
Cut the hair from Jenny's Barbie doll
My Romeo is bleeding
Oh my Romeo's ethereal
I shot the albatross
I am the whale
And I will be at the bar
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7. |
Taxidermy (Denver Years)
02:59
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Your ghost is rotten
The flesh-like texture of your gifts
Your cuts are crooked
The Faustian nature of your bliss
A haven for lost things
This is the sound of music
But you wanted good things
I hack the wings off of sudden angels
You and me don't survive a clean desire
Took an awful shape so we sang on fire
Your virus spreads through the word of mouthes
You struggle with the math and you lie to yourself
Touch me cause I'm sick
This is a slaughterhouse barn dance
Your skin's moving too quick
Censors took the artist's hands
This science is healthy
This is a turn down service
No one likes honesty
I'm running staples through some cowardly eyelids
Blasphemy walking on a tight-rope wire
Flip the Janus Coin when you can't decide
Attempt to cauterize all the bleeding hearts
Mistakes will make you famous when the talking starts
I like my honey green like my money and the milk warmed inside your mouth
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A hairline fracture at the base of my paper work
Some 'Hitchcock Blonde' reviews my mortal credentials
Arrange my urges, an amalgam of best to worst
Love me like a product and fill my potential
I've got potential
Sacrilegious but aesthetically pleased
Let's split the difference on a cocktail of bad drugs
Ancient tales told to schoolyard freaks
Disclose the maestro as a lowlife with bad blood
Mislead melancholia
This is the view from my window
Deep breath sanitoria
I got stuck on tragedy boys
I got stuck on tragedy girls
I led a pervert to my permanent teeth
A motor cortex that just learns the hard way
I press my luck and bring the crowd to their feet
Oh Maria... you've been looking in the wrong place
I fell for suicide boys
I fell for suicide girls
Got stuck on tragedy boys
Got stuck on tragedy girls
I fell for suicide boys
I fell for suicide girls
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My body's a lost cause
This dope is a lace job
I'm in search of a piss pot
I'm twisted in so many knots I can't count
This is far more revenge-based
A nose bleed on a game face
Tell me everything's ok
What would you pay to waste the love of your life
If I started this then I'd never stop
We begged all the gods of left hemispheres
The urgent nature of a suicide creature and artistic features just looking for help
Inside a surgical restroom we faced a common perversion
Enamored by dead skin
What would you pay to waste the love of everyone you knew
There's blood on the motor
There's blood in the water
And I tongue kiss a mouth sore
When I speak of my father and the work he wanted most
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10. |
The Mephisto Waltz
03:00
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Set up the 'Catholic Thrill Kill Rules'
It was a common mistake ‘1cc Insulin Short'
The mattress had you taking ill
See one day I'll grow the parts and I will breathe what I want
Let'em decide what I deserve
All the rats have jumped ship but we're still getting sick
Stopped counting on your fever dreams
We struck a bargain with harm
The most warn out words in the room
I was nothing and you knew I was nothing
It was nothing but you still came along for the ride
I was nothing and you knew I was nothing
It was nothing but you still came along for the ride
I worked hard to unsee what I saw
You better smile and smile pretty, better dance and dance good
And here the stories just needed to be true
I want a room with a view
I want my thumb on the pulse
It's just the killing of a sacred deer
You said the joke is on me but that the dinner's on you
Where else will the lost people go
I showed the snake both my hands to see which one he would bite
It was something that I couldn't believe in
There was problems but you still came along for the ride
There was screaming
We arrived in the kitchen
You were stalling but you still came along for the ride
It was ruined for the rest
He left a lowlife at best
It was a synthetic mess that put the taste in your mouth
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11. |
No Man Needs Nothing
03:24
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He traded all of his friends
Yeah. Everything was ugly and finished
Tried to repent with a pen
It was an Adderall touch with a psycho blemish
The blood, shit, sweat that came from this
The bad men bloat on experience
The soothing smell of something burned
A protest song with nothing learned
I won't say no
Circuitry stuck in your teeth
A plague upon the wood of your bedpost
But he's a drone in the sheets
A request made first and foremost
A snow white cap off a sunrise bottle
Scratch a god given name from an RX label
Rot the permanent teeth with a blessed mouthful
And my secrets sleep inside of women's apparel
I was banking on this hell or high water
All the questionable things that you taught her
Sometimes the lamb falls in love with the slaughter
It was nothing but sound and cloth
Now I'm all cut up about the loss of this
I was making my mind up
You were making it worse
It was nothing but sound and cloth
Now I'm all cut up about the loss of this
You were making your mind up
I was making it worse
I put my money on a hell frozen over
What happy things did you wish for your daughter
I've been warned about all these bullshit marauders
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