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Repeater
01:21
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I see it in your eyes
all the signs they show
your scared your fears are right
and you'll die all alone
can't seem to be the right
person that you know
soul searching deep inside
all you find is the hole
its just another day
I spend most of my life
talking to myself
up in the late of night
ill destroy my own
its such a a tragedy
its all insanity
open the man in me
open up my mind
its just another day
take another hit of piece of mind
and if you don't wanna be I need to hear you cry
holding on me till the day you die
defend your own ego from yourself
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2. |
I live
01:25
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wake up the sun is here
go wash your face and hide your tears
underneath the skin and bones inside
you'll stay but beg to leave
live in the dirt stare at the trees
slave to what you think you wan't in life
I live
in my head
with time comes slow decay
the years becoming more mistakes
building up all my anxiety
the more i'm in this state
I see myself I fucking hate
all the little details that are me
I live
in my head
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3. |
Carvin!
00:47
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carve out the naked skin
tainted by this naked sin
what is this fake world i'm in
what kind of hell will i begin
veins in eyes that hypnotize
and turn the sky from blue to night
veins in eyes that hypnotize
turn the sky from blue to night
no you can't run away this time
hide you can't hide
so cry cry cry
all it does is make you wanna fucking die
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4. |
Daddy Time
01:26
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time is coming after you
and there's nothing you can do
look at what it's done to me
time kills all now cant you see
i've got vomit and some gasoline
something needs to burn
im gonna vomit on the flames till the smoke clears
know nothing of my name
after time is done with me
and you'll all be here to see
look how time has made me cry
makes me wanna fucking die
i've got vomit and some gasoline
something needs to burn
im gonna vomit on the flames till the smoke clears
know nothing of my name
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5. |
No Pressure
01:09
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dry trees are me but I don't mind
my seeds my leaves they burn out bright
hoping for the best days of my life
hoping till the day I see the light
this dessert land I call it home
where I can cry and bitch and moan
the wind blows through my hollow stem
I feel my roots are wearing thin
hope these aren't the best days of my life
hoping till the day I see the light
if these are the best days of my life
hold my breath until I see the bright white light
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6. |
Tendencies
01:19
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sitting in my room
self loathing
plotting my own doom
and its forming
in the city that never sleeps we dine
with the cuckoos, the fiends, and the twisted minds
hate myself more than anybody elese
there's no honest plan
if im honest
it's all built on luck and chance
if im honest
im not honest
i hate myself more than any fucking body else
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