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who wants to live forever in a book made out of diamond
sleep throughout the day share a coffin with a giant
she's pounding on the door, tell her future wife ███'s lying
a bird to blue light monitor with astronauts they're eyeing
invited into palm trees, make a rave out of her enemies
unconscious, a plant grows right where her brain would be
a mosh inside the casket in her dreams where she is not a child
split a line in two and bust your head to fade serenity
past life memories slowly fade back in
record pop soundscapes, minefield blackened
mach 5 on bat wings there's no need to strap in
robot mirage serotonin unraveling
daydreaming george bailey bullshit again
to the thirty landmarks ringing, fronting adrenaline
edge of the cliff in the canyon knowing where it ends
hope a slimey sleuth can reveal ways to make amends
curling manifest due to bad chess
games in past tense bid a back end
carousel batshit, bad ends
caroline majestic, bats do batting
painted nails and can't do time travel
enemies mindset plants to owls
kilimanjaro arson hole
pat trains uncoming, rancid joke
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[AGM]
give him what he wants, i'll give him what he needs
little bit of eyes just enough to plant a seed
rubbing off the sweatshirt, dripping into weeds
fox cult lobotomy. bitter frozen evergreens
waterboarding bombs, inner psyche
seven samurai getting feisty
onion with a skirt sipping on HI-C
go go come down careful they might see
leave you on the back door if lights dont come after me
youre a fucking stick in the mud who won't capture me
a spiderweb joint in between his vasectomy
i wonder if those marks behind your neck came from mercenaries
coffee pot full of monarchist's urine
exploit curiosity, fuck off tourists
fake pink haze in his room smells like durian
charcoal landscapes, white paint polluting
why the fuck did i even wake up this morning
wish i could lay in a peach orchard snoring
making snow angels in the sky can get boring
drill still bursting, chugging, til it till it breaks the core in
astral projection touring only learned yesterday
guests were made uncomfortable i hope, "if not's" a price to pay
not just for your skull but the whole boat
row what you may while i laze haunted by four ghosts
left the party in a panic family candidate for pettiness
the wood that guards reality is broken, are you ready yet
steady it's unstable when you carry it so recklessly
sectioned three energies with no serenity
emanating sweat from the trees from another planet
pinkish house walls laminating magnets
prostitute like cactus, why is she here anyways
addicted to asphyxiation, sees this face in every haze
[PKS]
reckless, don't give a flying fuck about no message
why would i even care if i can't write a single sentence
pressing, i'm not in the mood, don't fucking test me
sending more than just a vestige, pensive
don't fuck with me, all of you idiots never fuck with me
nobody in front of me, don't need anyone's pity
i'm from where the climate's hot, i'm baking in the sun
shitty people wanna get a favor, come with me
i dont need your handouts, angels in my dms
all of them are standouts, meet one in the pm
on the come up recent, music more than decent
saying you got hits but let me see them
shellboy making hits and studying from day to day
yeah im brighter and fruitier than some gatorade
you can't handle all the energy i radiate
watch your back i hear you say the name
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Dunkirk
01:34
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goner on the dove, upper past, downer concert
enema of power, coin shared. we're the pawn, sirs
when i'm in the chair i don't feel like i'm a monster
manjuu baby cryng sugar water in her calm turf
trembling good boys lined up. under gun, skirts
hope you're not projecting hope that you're not trying to convert
careful to keep calm analyzing mirror converse
you're not a human you're an animal, John Hurt
forward /cuteboy/
looking fast when he moves, boy
won some cash, keep it cool, boy
sunny bastard a rude boy
smile gone when he cook boy
only dress like a schoolboy
two triangles, hebrew boy
but what do you want from you, boy?
you were a gonor when you got on top of me
7 year old orphan looking at pornography
gradiant rainbow heart he only saw RGB
triple 6 gangbang mercy me
put him under heads of pigs yet force him into broccoli
whore chased by eses followed by apostraphes
single trip on concrete turn backsides to colonies
shit can get old once you know what the other sees
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Perfect Freeze
01:31
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hailstorm cursor swindon
mozzie legs quake trapped in the ice kingdom
little ice fairy gave him all her wisdom
try to fly by but the bug had no rhythm
wasted all the milk on the way home, 馬鹿 vaka
fainted on the ignorant relative, que pasa pasa
todos 'stos pendejos, salga de mi casa
pensó que era fuerte, nadamas es garrapata hinchada
ninth wonderful, cap line gutterball
warmth in the master spark, get out, shudder
fall off of the shrine steps, into another hole
slit in reality warm where she shut her home
reach for the gold coins, get your hand bitten
ironic mimic, yet worthwhile experience
hopping up then let go, let the dummy peer in
cold future buildings are charmingly simian
not another 9 for clones to add to catalogs
bitches are bishops that melt beside the analogue
sit and rot until the remote slips, go turn the channel off
leave a shadow of forgotten ancestors, parajanov
wondering in klein blue with eyes wide shut that point to ceilings
just what is it that makes today's homes so different so appealing
maybe it's the hoax which all foreshadows everything i'm feeling
knocking on my lungs, remind my stupid body "don't stop breathing"
bruised and bloody
getting mad at myself is a hobby
fuzz funnels to fuck camaraderie
though i wish those eyes didn't bother me
harbor ice statues to another museum
watch how they see them
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lovesliescrushing
01:32
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cremating angels, please don't get caught
spliter on wood a tiny red spot
megalodon, she's here or she's not
posting the christ, trauma from shot
claiming a future, triple 9 watts
switching to blue, feel the heart drop
filtering bitches makes my blood clot
cunt couldn't take it, not a good slut
fuck your nostalgia i will pick your teeth out one by one
bandwagon crisis fallen when the boybands won
shut your stupid mouth for once and let me have my quiet fun
ice pick lobotomy come over and try it, hun
72 virgins and they all listen to shoegaze
know the fucker fell from balconies but what would you say
i'll cannibalize 108 mics for my buffet
trapped inside a whale under an iceberg on a blue day
06 plate 49 metal particle
cloud above observe me as i twirl upon a cardinal
autumn grabs a slice, retract the progress, tarnish holes
cerebral side view mugshot covered up body in barnacles
harness goals for letting go of sides of ships in indigo
genetic mold in whips that reek, your dad is dead but no hero
to beat a bird til it can't fly then push it off like ready go
it's getting old i'm heading home
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Crocsss
01:55
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going off through the alcohol poisoning
married to what little of me i've to sing
it's under construction and it's out of my wing
rusty wrench overthrows the king
20 dollars on my feet, i'm the one who crocs
taste of cinnamon remind her of bunihud
knuckle to the ribs, please leave me coughing blood
semen in the peach, spinning flock
when i walk into a room nobody notice me
and i like it that way, almost burgundy
"she hates the far right but listens to morrissey"
center of the sun being bothered by pouring heat
cannon ball won't swerve to save you
dodge a vhs of citizen kane
do not interact with me behind yellow tape
under planes survive through scraps on plates
crying like a slacker, prune the method actor
files he'll get back to but he's stoned in the crapper
kickstarter backers screaming while he shags her
wrapped in his own banner, fall from sturdy ladder
i hate your guts but i play you in the background
watch another death on my telly, stop, snap out
icepick through ears my guilt comes back round
fuck, go away, don't make me fall back now
thinking of that flat now makes me feel emotions
cover ears, milk cow, play dumb to trojans
sepia vision of a house by the ocean
avalanche imminent, died in an explosion
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Iceberg Trips
02:07
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at the age of three she wished for friendships with bin men
passion formed to glaciers however you may spin it
moon up means the hand is working, don't stop for a minute
grew out of plastic but shaped so she fits in it
idol with a cigarette crying when she swats a fly
harem in her shadow's only thing keeping her alive
orbited by different women, different shapes, different size
all caress her hair, her body, human touch is quite alright
pausing in the gingerbread house, are you all alone?
will your family be frightened if i sent them your bones?
i'll rattle them on pots and pans, make your sound my own
don't talk back to me young woman, i don't like your tone
scraped against sunbeam dangerous for conquering
stagnation fountain keep the blue water clean
bloom under cooler arms, no sweat, no self esteem
first time in the stargate, head blows like kennedy
remedy suppressed by black and white 3d glasses
all rejecting electronic magic
won't get to live in my own text cause i'll never pass
it's true
don't argue when i have these kinds of lashes
envious of a living corpse, that's pathetic
ambivalent of what scores through her medics
it's a million years to tell me when i'll get it
crying woman drowning her children in my rhetoric
clog above the coffin, ghost hands on their neck
eastern bloc newspaper spirits keeps the boy in check
he runs amok no more and it's for my benefit
iceberg trips will make these motherfuckers do it for a check
dangerous when scraped against a sunbeam
generating miles of pixels post-scene
brush against his hair it's painted in pink
flickering the vintage light so ghosts see
stuck inside a lava lamp it's cozy
imp emerge from pipe bigger than tolkein's
bat wings spread like bela lu-goaste
breathe in her red mist, now she's choking
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drench another tippler with convenience of thousands
triple hound to carry all the pests over the mountains
labeled as egyptian by their targets then surrounded
inventor purpose failed and made a clock that wouldn't count it
tick tick tick time bomb crisis incoming
hairs parallel enough to keep the twinks drumming
monkey manners for them all when money keeps it running
nothing's pure anymore so stop pretending dummy
see the seedy city cd cd tell me what you are
reach around and fuck yourself then claim it isnt ours
bigger than all life a light show for the UFO's
look into each others eyes and see how it all glows
terrabytes of ██████ locked up in the garage
state of the art paint on canvas like a glob
i don't give a fuck about impressing these broads
leave it looking messy in the presence of God
wee disaster grow until the skyscraper collapsed in laughter
entertainer turned to businessman like egoraptor
he'll go after any who engages in the petty banter
ready and engaged to step on anyone who didn't have to
ridden of the dustmites that all bit into his bitter hands
for any reason good dismissed to middles of forbidden lands
hidden camps of wannabe mages to rattle off their wands
and stick them in a circle just in hopes that clouds above respond
rain on us just rain on us we're sick and dry and dying
painful night in deserts while we're searching for a titan
who does not see them as humans, no point to try enlightening them
rightfully i'm sticking to the plan to keep from heightening them
lightning the only power who can strike when i'm this high
paralyzed and sunbathing while spirits tell me i'm right
strapped to thirty machines that always keep me alive
sorry ██████ guess i'm not coming home tonight
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Lens Flare
01:44
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[DJN]
i'm a lone wolf blazing i'm as free as can be
nathanl teach you nowhere, to be there for me to be
it's a cold lonely night won't you please stay with me
don't go out to that light i can't be here to freak
zoom through the cars in a futuristic space jam
you're not a pool you're a ponzi on a page pan
rubies idealistic morshu marvi tactic looting geese
what's a better grave than fireflies on a charted tree
i miss my teddy bear i was 9 years old
rold gold potato chips always satisfying cuckolds
i miss my teddy bear i was 10 11 back home
broke maker stock trader letterman asshole
[AGM]
when the body's not in pieces it is easier to bury it
under wooden floors, separates her from barbarians
scary when he reaches down, he knows she's here, the scent is potent
cigarettes and ironed fabric, makeup, scars, and love potions
beat stop when it's stark open, start moping, charted oceans
crimson fingers, melting glacier, visions he sees cockroaches
him a pest, to her, the only time she felt a sense of warmth
hungry after dinner, half a seesaw, never see her torn
i miss my teddy bear i was 9 years old
rold gold potato chips always satisfying cuckolds
i miss my teddy bear i was 10 11 back home
broke maker stock trader letterman asshole
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02:46
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dear, i fear we're facing a problem
you love me no longer, i know
and maybe there is nothing that i can do
to make you do
mama tells me i shouldn't bother
said i ought to stick to another man
a man that surely deserves me
but i think you do
so, i cry, and i pray and i beg
love me, love me
say that you love me
fool me, fool me
go on and fool me
love me, love me
pretend that you love me
leave me, leave me
just say that you need me
so i cry, and i beg for you to
love me, love me
say that you love me
leave me, leave me
just say that you need me
i can't care 'bout anything but
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Fleet Foxes
02:31
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pinky up on the wine glass, pseudoconnoisseur
winter whiter than a fleet foxes concert
we're building up a monster
oversaturation harder
hope a hand from outside doesn't grab me
bashed against the wall until it's not uncanny
all these japanese candies
a projection's what surrounds me
temp happiness to embark
outdoor theater in the people's park
2 vinyl records under my arm, noah's ark
get back home, kind of blue, and it's getting dark
fucking up the wavelengths too
i don't want another meatloaf, sir
a label that is stuck to me like glue
don't you fucking call me your monsieur
thinking it's neoclassical
purple triangle radicals
got off all the schematic holds
bitcrush complex fanatical
deconstruct a car
so the mechanic can make fun of me
█████ poked by stars,
cherry red shows generosity
poke a hole in guerrila wars
the shit you need no admission for
pirates plunder turtlesucking whores
getting sentimental, put it on the trousers
cat's name is an autogenerated password
game genie employee trapped inside the app store
stretching up your chemicals, hallucinating capsules
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knobbbossrescue.net
01:42
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patio parasols pitiful
to any body bodied by their sinful ways
death in bathtubs can't be simple
blown off arm, prosthetic in temples
not what she meant but she still kept the goldfish
bone-thin arms, didn't think she could hold this
bird to a monitor's blue light, focused
hand on her breast but nobody noticed
dopamine on far sides, brightly
might be polluted by god almighty
thousand terabytes of snuff films on her hard drive
neanderthal smiling while the car drives
shy about the cultist's ritual because he can't dance
found a shirt he bought when he was still part of a skramz band
bittersweetness of the warmth shining on his back
why god why, why can't i go back
every single roman's spine available on amazon
with a toy shovel, build a house under the pentagon
the key to the city's hidden in a houseplant
she said my pussy tastes like squid i thought "what did the mouse plan"
my wife disappeared in 1886
frostbite on my legs getting bitten by the tiks
out of sanctuaries, knows that maggot will be dead soon
bomb spilled from backpacks now her parents have to move
batted on batons, go on, take your pants off
mister at japan con, can yyou can you dance wrong
gibberish sandal, tranquilizer medicine
o my baby ur a mexican
canada ontop of asphalt playing ping pong
dirty shoestring, ripped, thought bubble: femdom
rupture on the alleyway he's gonna put the paint on
maker on the backside edging to a slayer's son
tiny dog tiny knob, dandelion minimal
don't use the front of your skull to stop a cannonball
shoulder like a mattress makes me cry in the mall
thirty different jackets hides the fact i'm skeletal
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13. |
Black Opal Pt. 1
02:06
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melody constructed to a tee, mesh enveloping
everymen on radio freeze, unhear everything
only want the orbits to prevail if you benefit
posterboard a product of american genetics
addicted to window shopping, not enough to take it out
the doctor's hands is on her wrist, so dumb that he can't make it out
they'd be afraid to touch a slit is what i thought but i'm too scared
so let me toss and turn, lose my eyesight while i pull my hair
the black opal sits by my bedside every night
looming through my eye sockets, sunny day before i die
bright reflection dim, pearly gates flooded, changing tides
teeth warm, submerged in saltwater from the riverside
poisoned by the lighter fluid leaking from your laptop
lick up on the smack dabbed bubble made of cat tops
duplicates of chatroom boxes with sandstorms
can't sore fingers make up half of your bland chords
wish you could've messaged her when it was 1998
alive or not, it doesn't matter, tonguekissing a razorblade
why do you dedicate yourself to octopuses
living in a rainbow colored ocean that the drugs produces
not just black and white like a newspaper headline
scratching on the backdoor, legs covered in red lines
hello kitty grey mind, picturebooks hold great times
limbo makes hallucinations spilling through the grapevine
cut the diamond eating trench fish all in ill intention
boil it, will you bench it before you go suspend it
spices they all met with to keep with their attention
river oni benchpress for no one but the pensive
his head is like a grasshopper's, you can watch his legs shake
stretch out his hand that look like buddha's in the best way
sticky note float away when you press play
i love you so much, please go away
i want you to hit me
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14. |
Flandre Scarlet
02:36
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for this life i wish i could change
bedsheets choke me every morning, feeling chained
block the moon completely make the night a little less mundane
window frame a portrait where all my favorite dolls stay
watch them run around, watch them play
red and white like candy canes but i'm not sweet
check down the swamp waters, try to find my memories
bullets colored christmas lights, cause that's what they wanna see
cake pop with sprinkles but it tastes like listerine
turn up the contrast on that photo of the sun till it is shining
little devil, burn the charcoal in her bedroom while she's crying
got a message from a feather painted red to realign it
fell off from the forest's swords, they all act like public confinement
palm to carry up the young pathetic to a grander scheme
feeling right at home inside of places that i haven't been
who's to me the perfect hug enveloping me to succeed
ever seen an eagle eat a snake inside a lucid dream
under my bed old toys and japanese candies
i'll put it up on shelves where my big sister can't reach
hand me down lolita dress repainted to look fancy
crystal wings above the clouds until they understand me
catapult that parasol let children bite the bass end
future winner building, coffin's platinum encasing
color palette scarlet bloody sights are quite amazing
black boots and black lights shows he only got a page in
chasing that rainbow obscured by red mist
celebrity scandal mile long guestlist
patch of beauty pageants frozen, hall of best hits
muzzle underground layer, alarmed, confesses
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