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300 Wishes
03:36
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I want a perfect body, a perfect mind,
A perfect way out of a perfect straight line.
I want fervor. I want drive.
But I don’t aim that high.
Three hundred wishes,
Three hundred wishes,
Three hundred wishes.
I want the honey. I want spice.
I want a big strong wife.
Three hundred wishes,
Three hundred wishes,
Three hundred wishes.
And if I got that body, and if I got that mind,
Would I still feel incomplete and underqualified?
And if I ate that honey, and if I taste that spice,
Would I still need seasoning to stomach all this spite?
And if I got my wishes, and if I got my prize,
I would need three hundred more to satisfy my life.
(One, two, three hundred)
Three hundred wishes wasted.
Three hundred wishes wasted.
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Bad Grapes
03:32
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Turns out, I never had it.
It always seems like the switch is automatic.
Savage fruit - it’s so tragic
To see the bitter wine fill up my chalice.
Sown seeds grow out of habit.
They do their best but there always is a caveat.
Bad grapes grow badder,
Past ripe but it doesn’t even matter cuz (This love)
I can’t give it away.
My cup overfloweth.
I can’t give it away.
Oh, it just sits.
I can’t give it away, so I wait to decay.
Turns out, don’t understand it.
Don’t even wanna cuz it’s always underhanded.
I’ve been marked - I’ve been branded,
Set aside with the rest of the offended.
Unloved, unleaded,
Underground but its finally fermented.
Unknown and unimagined,
I sit alone with the rest of the abandoned, oh (This love)
I can’t give it away.
My cup overfloweth.
I can’t give it away.
Oh, it just sits.
I can’t give it away, so I wait to decay.
And it sits and it sits and it sits,
So still.
Til it’s stagnant.
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Decomposeur
02:18
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Give me minute, you fucking chatterboxes.
My head is spinning off - buried in a cloud.
Can I elicit a sympathetic sound?
Can you commend me now? And look in my mouth.
Staring you down. Live in a hell hole.
Poking the eye of God.
Every day it’s like a sand trap,
Every day it’s like a knife on my throat.
Every day it’s like a pitfall,
Every day it’s just the same old shit show.
Repetition, repetition, repetition, eroded me.
Staring you down. Live in a hell hole.
Poking the eye of God.
Every day it’s like a sand trap,
Every day it’s like a knife on my throat.
Every day it’s like a pitfall,
Every day it’s just the same old shit show.
Erode, erode, erode,
Under crushing blows.
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Exhaustica
03:25
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The world felt so brutal.
Like Judas on a jackal, impossible to satiate.
I spent my limbo limbs spread out all akimbo.
A dirty cloth to wipe my slate.
I felt a sensation, my nascent mind was racing,
My idle body was supine.
I woke up in fever.
A disembodied speaker reciting ancient poetry.
I panicked, I cried,
I said a prayer and I sweat bullets in Gethsemane.
I felt a sensation, my nascent mind was racing,
My idle body was supine.
I laid there confused; my debts had all been renewed.
My lamentations are implied.
It’s like a thorn is in my side.
It’s like a thorn is in my side.
I felt a sensation, my nascent mind was racing,
My idle body was supine.
I laid there confused; my debts had all been renewed.
My lamentations are implied.
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Layman
02:06
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Layman, layman, why close your eyes?
I’ve been waiting to hear you admit it.
Shit-kicked, claiming you were surprised.
I think you could stand to learn a thing or two.
Flame off, flame off, you human torch.
Your opinions are burning everything.
Killed by some dumb fucking contrarian.
I wish you would shoot yourself into the sun.
No one knows everything.
No one knows anything.
Still we have so much to say.
Layman, layman, you are so wise.
Layman, layman, you are despised.
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