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tar pit (demo)
02:20
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the midwest is a tar pit
it seems like no one ever really finds a way out
indiana is a tar pit
at this point, i can feel it flowing into my mouth
but i won't die here!
i refuse to!
i won't let it steal my youth
i had one thing
keeping me here
and now she's gone, too
i hope she's resting peacefully
i hope she's having better dreams than me
i dial her number without thinking
in the morning as i turn on the tv
but i don't think she's ever answering
i don't think she's ever answering
'cause the midwest is a tar pit
i miss her more like everyday
indiana is a tar pit
why does it take the things that i love away?
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2. |
eg0
02:02
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they said it feels just like catharsis
but more short-lived and less concise
i guess it could have been my ego
i couldn’t trust that they were right
my youth walked a fine line: she would etch it afternoons
plan a path around the casket she imagined as her doom
walked so many fine lines, they wove a web—then a cocoon,
then a sheet set so cozy i could never leave my room
i was ebenezer scrooge in the bad mood phase
skipping class just to bask in the bathroom breaks
the panache everlast like tuck, but the tattoo's fake
all's well that turns bad moods great
i don't believe much in actual fate
it's fun to pretend that there's some magical weight
but i don't put much into actual fate
maybe in the back of my brain... sometimes
they said it feels just like catharsis
but more short-lived and less concise
they said it feels just like catharsis
i couldn’t trust that they were right
they said it feels just like catharsis
they said it feels just like catharsis
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3. |
mellow/dramatic
01:39
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4 years since i last had medicine
aside from acetaminophen
new day, same question, "what hell is this?"
half-inch-cracked door, let the devil in often
cracked lid, bottle full of options
i fucking hate feeling nauseous
even pre-quarantine, i was inside all the time
need to exchange my jealousy for pride
need change
but don't want to
work on
what i need to
change, it's
hopeless
never honest
6 years of an uphill battle
same climb, same drudge, same judgment always
new vices, the cup left hollow
wall stained, same spot, puked blood in the hallway
last night, bed is a mess
last night's drink still fresh on my breath
past lives fills my shoes in my stead
i could swear that's not what i said
need change
but don't want to
work on
what i need to
change, it's
hopeless
never honest
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4. |
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it's the galactic escape room champ, i don't need clues
just seafood, weed, brews and a green room
to boast post-success with fresh plates of cheese cubes
and have my whole life eq'd to the theme tune
like, "drop out those highs, please--
i'm tryna take notes on this papa roach livestream"
should've used earplugs, tinnitus gon bite me
they copy my flow off a stop & go price screen
cuz my shit is straight gas
turn minute maid mix into lemonade fast
while you on my ig tryna instigate shit
with yo face ass
i bump jazz and browse obscure indie titles
still huntin down the cure for boredom
floor covered in thousands' worth of empty vials
don't remember which one's right thoo,,,
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5. |
4rd eye FULLY open
00:56
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[cheers]
i'm so high i can't feel my face head torso arms legs or feet
i'm so high i can't feel my face chin neck thumb shoulder arm stomach elbow hand finger head thigh
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6. |
call failed
01:21
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i'm still sorta unsure what happened
still dial mom's number out of habit
call failed
week left to do taxes
living room, graveyard, amazon package
old mail
same type that stares when i'm outside
late night upstairs on my couch fried
say i don't care much about myself
it's a seperate metric i count by
red wine bleed through the grapevine
sip after sip, get sick of the facetime--hello?
i don’t speak like that
need pitch black nails on the decline, stat
feelin’ like i wobbled out a wormhole
spent a lot of hours clicking circles
young five digit live from the multi
where violence and snide is compulsory
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7. |
lif3drink3r
02:15
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im a nymph in the forest where the trees talk
im with jack and im climbing up the beanstalk
darkvision i can see u wit the lights off
im a lifedrinker baby im a warlock
high dex, sly flourish, hit 'em long range
emeralds on my neck they think i'm working with the enclave
drain your hp if you look at me the wrong way
brand new robe if u rly wanna stargaze
i'm off the pack i'm bouta plane shift
u can't see me like illusion i got prestidigitation
new grimoire, see your future in the pages
practice divination with the clerics and the mages
i see my vision coming and it doesn't look good
i see my vision coming and it doesn't look good
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8. |
steve is quiet
01:14
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9. |
frac/tions
03:32
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"it's so embarrassing, the way you even care at all.."
i'm sniffing kerosene and inhaling these aerosols
god gave my parents wings, my father flew away
my mother did the same but different, hope she found a better place
i thought i was asleep, i thought it was a dream
but i guess it was real, you were speaking to me
through some spiritual link that i thought couldn't exist
but my vision was void, with you standing in it
tell me what happened
tell me what happened
(the memories will only come to me in fractions)
tell me what happened
tell me what happened
(the memories will only come to me in fractions)
my youth is a blur
it's truth and it hurts
(the memories will only come to me in fractions)
the truth is a blur
the truth in it hurts
(the memories will only come to me in fractions)
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10. |
ekg
02:15
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crying in this crowded hallway
silence, drowned out by an ekg
you cruel machine
i can’t help but blame this on you
under the guise of faith, i beg
oh, mother, i hope you’ve gone someplace nice
‘cause right now, this life
feels quite a lot like static
and one floor up from your life leaving
my father continues breathing
i find myself worried i didn’t know you at all
i find myself worried you didn’t know me at alll
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11. |
0451nterlude
00:51
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12. |
1mm3rs1ve_s1m
03:17
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13. |
world's end
01:05
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14. |
OUR NEW SUN
02:32
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our new sun is staving off the clouds
our new sun is staving off the clouds
i love canned sunlight
i'd die for bottled air
need outside inside
no i won't go out there
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15. |
astralChain
02:02
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can't feel my face, wanna peel it off of my skull?
how does it taste?? u drink my blood & it's cold
i wanna know, i wanna know
void for a soul, bottomless hole
caught on the end of ur astral chain
it wasn't that sweet, it's just aspartame
still tryna ascertain
how all this came from a bad first name
u wanna crack my face
new watch, wanna crack my face
you a dog, tryna track my pace
either way, i'ma have my say
what a sad thing!!!!
it's always happening
nothing everlasting
never, if you're asking
KNOW i'll nvr pass
autopilot when i mask it
what a strange dream
i thought everything would change
& it's changing...
for the worse, it's a curse
on the dirt where they lay me
"grass dont grow here lately"
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16. |
gamzee
01:03
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ima gay clown feel like gamzee
i Walked out th mall off sum milligram candies
they mad @ my swag cuz my pants r so fancy
u think i would care but i dont i cant stand me
brand me, black jeans black band tee
cant be round fakes that shit make me 2 antsy
green all i see when im masked up tom clancy
glance @ my kicks and they gasp like it cant be :0
money counter run so often had 2 tune it out
bank statement only show 8 digits need a new account :/
friendly in the comments but it's crazy what he'd do 4 clout
brass knuckles metal in my hand we dont duke it out
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17. |
face;Lift
02:08
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i need something stainless
to paint on my face with
bad day, my life's grey
i stay where i stay & pray i cant taste it v___v
so impatient
cant wait to tug at my bracelet
so tired of life i cant stay
settle my pay then schedule my facelift
schedule my facelift
october 1st my new birthday
dirt cheap just words what the clerk say
turncoat lerp faith in a worse way
worst case i was dirt in the first place
u might wake up in a grave but still alive : )
if i have 2stare u in ur face and tell a lie
outta patience one last chance 2 get it right
i cant bare u anyway so nevermind
they call it a deadname
cuz if u call me tht shit ima kill u
put ur blood on th floor ima spill u
everything happens i will 2
drippin wax down my back like an e-nail
but my mirror dont say female :(
got me hidden in my shell like a sea snail
wanna change it in the past feel like luka with the d-mail
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18. |
even if i wanted
02:52
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i don't know how much i could change
even if i wanted to
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