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Eggshells
05:24
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There is this feeling weighing heavy in the air
We’ve been choking on its stagnancy for decades
It’s time to sever ties and choose a better path
One with far less senseless entropy and a cleaner criminal track
We’ve held this trouble for a long time and it’s growing old
I think we’re better off if we desert you
These endless eggshells are tumultuous and all of this
Is leading to one big, pathetic breakdown
The hurricane is forming, someone fetch a paper cup
It seems a fitting tool to hold an ocean
Maybe we’ve put our problems off for far too long
Eventually they’ll have to go away...right?
There is no hindsight
There’s never been a lesson learned
Just the same old cycle, consume until the well dries
The gardens tended, I’m pulling weeds until my back is sore
The pain shooting up my spine and collecting in my head
The garbage piles up until it overflows
The apple falls from the tree, resenting the tree it's fallen from
These withered husks, they've been shattered by the touch
Your vampiric nature rearing its ugly face again
A resolution is never reached, ultimatums never set
So when the room is vacant it’s obvious what comes next
A short stint of dramatic highs then a sudden valley
Followed by another one, then another one and another one
...and on, and on it goes
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Fat Jesus
03:21
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I know that I'm not Jesus but you might be confused
It may take you a while to hammer out the truth
But if you tell me what you want me to be, I can be that
I'll forget everything that I know, just to be that
I'm taking all this damage from things that just aren't there
I made this gold from straw
I made this rope from hair
You know that it's not easy when you're the one who's cursed
(You're the one who's cursed)
This burden put upon you the moment of your birth
(You're the one who's cursed)
Now with everything so new, I can see that
My Father, is it true?
Must I bleed, Dad?
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Gay Juggalos
08:53
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Laying in fields looking upwards, dreaming of time machines
Muttering madness in monotone
A castaway freak on an island of ghosts who can see him but he can't see them
A lunatic left on their own can recall on a dime
But can never move forward they're a prisoner of time
Get sick and throw-up colored paint in the dirt
Lose your mind, be a cannibal, forget how they work
The girls go to college to learn about knowledge
The boys stay at home getting so stoned
When all this is over will we find out who's better
Making a miracle meaningless, being so obvious
Throwing full bottles of soda pop
Commit a hate crime to get into the paper
You idiot. All of the news is on the internet
Throw all your hopes in the gutter. This is forever
Get used to the way people treat you
What do you know about terrible? This is unbearable
How long before they can see through the smoke
The temperatures rising and we're left devising
Machines we can build so we can keep still
But mostly we're scared someone will see us naked
Soon the day comes and we are one
Family of freaks beneath the same sun
Through all of the chaos, the burdens that made us
What we are today. We will find a way
To make everyone equal and love one another
Soon the day comes and we are one
Family of freaks beneath the same sun
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Hydra
07:53
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When I cut down my options
The problems multiply in haste
There’s just no way to stop them
I have to get the hell out of this place
The something that you speak of, I know that you mean me
There’s something in the water lurking underneath
When you open your wardrobe
You only find more skin
Pounds and pounds around you
Treasures hid within, it’s all you’ve ever been
The something that you speak of
I know that you mean me
There’s something in the water
Lurking underneath
Stop giving me excuses to levitate your heads
I’m running through the gamut
I’m crying to the dead
Fight for your life because it is right outside
Tooth and nail, bleeding gums, build a better knife
Nothing that you do is helping anyone survive
Say goodbye to light, get ready cause you’re gonna die
You’re gonna die
You’re gonna die
You’re gonna die
So not another murmur until you reach the peak
There’s something in the water, tastes like gasoline
Try picking better features developing your name
I’m running out of options
I’m dying just the same
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Eric Bennett Wyandotte, Michigan
I write songs that make middle-aged to elderly people cry.
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