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Widows Weeds
02:37
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Sliding your fingers
Down my throat
And up
And through my nose
Wiping the sweat from
Your brow
Like splinters
From a rope
This shadow is contagious
It contains us
In our bed
Of no hope
Widows Weeds
And how many times
Will I reach for the blanket?
And how many times
Must you pull out the rug?
Wear your black heart
Like snot strewn
On your sharpened
Neon sleeve
Sticky misjudgments
Touchy subject
Suspect
Husband's disease
You eat our child
And mourn the loss
Of her laughter
Burn down the house
Pocket the ash
Because you're
Such a good actor
And how many times
Will I reach for the bucket?
And how many times
Must I suck from your wound?
Widows Weeds
Sustaining despondency
Widows Weeds
Pre-proto-post misology
Fucking cliche
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2. |
Condom In A Robin's Nest
08:02
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Have you found what you're looking for?
I'll know it when I see it!
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JonBenét Barbie
03:51
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Sugar baby
Show and tell
Bury the bad parts
Hope they don't smell
Haven't held you lately
That's not your fault
I'm just a hater with a
Hunk of chancres
For a heart
I won't
Be your lover
I only wanna be
An intrusive thought
An intrusive thought
It's abuse
It's the truth
I call tru-sive thought
Hypodermic
Hide and seek
Can't be alone now
Can't stay with me
Haven't heard you lately
And that's my fault
I'm a danger to myself and others
Also cats and dogs
I won't
Be your lover
I only wanna be
An intrusive thought
An intrusive thought
It's abuse
It's the truth
I call truce
You really think
I give a fuck
I fucking do (I love you)
Twelve shots with rabies
Doxx'd for your health
You're going crazy
Wish I could help
I lost my baby
Down in the well
But it's hard to step away
From alll the fun
Up here in Hell
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4. |
Ruth Baader Meinhof
04:16
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Beat that sleeping dog
Like a dead horse
Piss on an electric fence
Just to stay warm
I can't afford to look poor
I gotta feed the old war
Any day is doomsday now
And it's up to me
Revolution's coming
In the jelly of my mind
In the red suitcase upstairs
Hidden under the--
Anarchy
Anarchy for free
And for the self sustaining state of serenity
Anarchy
Anarchy for the youth
And for the seven headed cobra in my womb
Slept in a suicide vest
Now no more nightmares
My scapegoat manifests
Next generation
Can't afford a new war
We learned to feed the fucking poor
Now everybody's rich
But they're all fucking
Holograms
This bootlicker needs his tongue scraped
How many rich fucks does it take
To get a bullet in the head
Motherfuck--
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We were young and still learning to telecommunicate
You were a blithering simpleton
And I was the last true
Prank caller
We tied up the line with death threats every day that summer
Waiting for our brains to prune
I threw myself down the stairs for you
And we were happy
Because I'd cured myself
Of the nightmare
Of waiting
I poked holes in all your family photographs
And drank until it drowned their cat
I drove your car up the chimney
And tagged the scene
"Fuck Pigs, No Sympathy!"
And no one even mentioned it
And so I learned to leave things unresolved
I practiced kissing you
On my mirror
But I fell in love
With my complexion
So I shattered the glass
Like a shell
So I devoured the meat
From my reflection
It was a lesson
I'll never forget
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