1. |
Static Ether Digits
05:35
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2. |
My Migraine
04:10
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nausea, aura
warning too late
water slows rate
it’s my pain
inhumane
expunge brain
my migraine
rail spike, in eye
gouging needle
clutching, fetal
it’s my pain
inhumane
expunge brain
my migraine
sweating, fevered
caffeine, drug relief
pass out, sweet reprieve
it’s my pain
inhumane
expunge brain
my migraine
it subsides
it subsides
it subsides
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3. |
Goodnight, Justine
03:42
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dear sweet sister
is it you?
tell me the story
of your virtue
over and over
prostrate for protection
did you receive
real affection?
good night, justine
good night, justine
debasement and scandal
torture and crime
pieties rewards,
time after time
you guarded your honor,
virtue in vain
all that it garners
is disgrace and disdain
prudent justine
prudish justine
a pardon, protection
offered to you,
paid for with body
and things still taboo
sister my sister
sleep well, forget
nothing repays
the pain of your debt
good night, justine
goodbye, justine
prudent Justine
prudish justine
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4. |
Regret Too Late
03:50
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i was so confused
you were talking like it wasn’t even news
but it wasn’t just another thing
it made you sad
and it made you mad
i don’t know what to do
it leads to awkward silences
you haven’t even mentioned it since
and I don’t know what to say
cause it makes you sad
it makes you mad
i don’t know what to do
next time there wont be a next time
cause i'm pretending everything is just fine
and i’ll just wallow in my guilt
cause it makes you mad
it makes me mad
i don’t know what to do
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5. |
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i’ve got this girl
that's just the kind that i like
but she’s got a boyfriend
he’s an asshole that doesn’t treat her right
fuck him
don’t fuck him
goddamn, fuck me
gave her my blue sweatshirt
the one with the holes for my thumbs
she lets him wear it
when its cold - hope he’ll freeze, hope he’s numb
fuck him
don’t fuck him
goddamn, fuck me
she’s still going out with him
but she says that we’re very best friends
that means when its over
there’ll be crying and hurt feelings at the end
fuck him
don’t fuck him
goddamn, fuck me
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6. |
Midlife Catharsis
07:33
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there was a time i had friends
now they all seem to fade away
encroaching life erodes the simple joys
what I do becomes who I am
failing, hate myself
wailing, about who i am
trapped by habit strive for expectations
becoming who i am not
fit the mold, do whats expected of me
struggling, while identity rots
bailing, lost myself
questioning, who i am
act the kid recapturing my youth
play the games, losing what I’ve won
capitulate, accept false identity
struggling, grasp for juvenile fun
raging, defines me
expunging who i am
fading, lost myself
hating, who i am
rediscovered hollow half pursuits
responsibility still looms
now i succumb
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