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Self Fulfilling Prophecy
03:04
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I’ll shut you down
with power tools
then do drugs
with drunken fools
Get a portrait
with yr head severed
i will be avenged
but not remembered
Remembered…
Tiny tiny terrors
Live through nuclear wars
Tiny tiny terrors
Walk through Death’s doors
Tiny tiny terrors
And I hope you don’t die all alone
All alone…
Miscommunication
Maybe I am not able to see
This body language
Or facial expressions
That’s what’s causing
all of this confusion
We’ll grow old together like we wanted to
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Living Funeral
03:38
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It’s hard enough, to keep, these, meaningless jobs
when every, one, asks, what, do you do
and I find it hard, not to respond, truthfully
Cuz every single day I try not to end my life
Every day
I have the love and tools that should make me happy
but it seems I relentlessly get in my own way
Leaving me feeling lonely and horny
And every single day I try not to end my life
End my life
Who’s got time for living funerals, we’ll wait till you’re dead
Till you’re dead
Wait till you’re dead
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Blue Beetle
03:05
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Save the stories, erase the truths, no one will lose sleep
Burn the coffin, sell the watches, time will eat the rest
Form the opinion before the creation, chain down faith
Stuff the gag in, tighten the straps down, bound house arrest
Ancient terra cotta, hidden pathways, slight hesitance
Slip past the curtain, beast of burden, thirst in a dry well
Cold shoulders, unanswered questions, lone vigilante
Unspeakable horror, pink mist, rot in hell
Is it the time to die
For what we believe
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Scorched Earth
01:52
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Maybe it is self sabotage to go through life not believing in an afterlife
Things remain unknown, pages turned but eyes dry out
Homes turn into tombs as the life slips out the door
These cobwebs try to hold it all together so it doesn’t fall into ruins
Memories won’t be carried on as valuable as they can be
Things that defined, us as people will all disintegrate
Good, bad shit doesn’t even matter, no one in the future will know who you are
We’re just sacks of life for now, there aren’t any special humans
You can’t live, forever
You can’t live, forever
You can’t live, forever
You can’t live, forever
You can’t save, anyone, anyone, anyone
You aren’t special, you are alone, you are alone, you are alone
You can’t live, forever
and you will die all alone and that will be all there is (there will be… nothing)
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All Be
01:56
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Hawk’s talons shred through the seagull
and the blood soaks through the white snow
the blood soaks through the white snow
Child freezes on an abandoned porch
the snow covers the horrific scene
snow covers the horrific scene
Drunken despair and a lit cigarette
In the morning it will all be gone
In the morning it will all be gone
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Prince of Panic
03:59
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It feels like I swallowed too many sea urchins
and they poke through my throat
My face splits like a watermelon
The wet sweat meat exposed
Vulnerable and completely frail
with shots of electricity zap through yr spine
Where oh where did my voice go?
Who stole the air from my lungs
If I freeze whole right where I stand
will everything just work out fine
Panic spreads through the streets of my mind
It races but it so fast all thoughts blur
Am I dying or is this the most I have lived?
My heart gushes blood straight too my eyes
Tears of blood pour while the body dances possessed
Shake it, shake it, shake it prince of panic
Cottonmouth with the ringing in my ears
who’s that with the winning fears oh baby boy shake it some more for me
Oh your fragile facade laying shimmering and bright
what a hateful monster lies deep within
Prince of Panic chains down the swell of anger
There can only be knights of depression
Or anxious royalty with far too grand power
Oooooooo ooooo
Oooooooo ooooo
Goddamn hallelujah
Goddamn hallelujah
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Hazzit
02:09
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You a fucking toaster oven
put it in a basket
I don’t want to has somethin
but I know I gots to has it
You a fucking toaster oven
put it in a basket
I don’t want to has somethin
but I know I gots to has it
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Go Home
05:56
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I just wanna go home and drink
and I don’t care who’s gonna be there
and I don’t care how weird I get
and I don’t care what I’ll regret
Go home you hungry child
You’re out of school now live your life
Go home you hard worker
You’re off the clock so get on with your life
Read through pages of religious text
Cross off all those life goals
Unfulfilled and directionless
Held back but who’s behind the controls
Clear your purpose
Fight through the conditioning
Find a way
To be fulfilled with love that’s not limiting
Go home you hungry child
You’re out of school now live your life
Go home you hard worker
You’re off the clock so get on with your life
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Hatching and Growing
01:20
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Dark Swamp
02:37
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If there’s a way, there’s a way I can hide it
then there’s a way, there’s a way I can fight it
No one wants to sink into this dark dark dark swamp
Unless you’re the Swamp-Thing
Unless you’re the Man-Thing
Unless you’re the Creature of the Black Lagoon
Searching for love
Searching for hope
Searching for any answers to try to stay alive, in this world
I don’t want to stay alive in this world
Unless there’s a Swamp-Thing
Unless there’s a Man-Thing
Unless there’s a Creature of the Black Lagoon
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New God Young Warrior
01:46
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New god, young warrior
Can I put my prayers in you
Can you hold my hopes so true and close to your heart
New god, young warrior
Can I hold my faith with you
Can you swear to me that you will guide me true
Cuz in this life I need something
I need something stronger than I can be
Cuz sometimes I am so weak I fall apart…
And I blow everywhere
like trash along the highway
like trash that fills our oceans
like trash that shouldn’t exist at all
New God, young warrior
Can you see me
Can you see the tears as they collect in my frames
New God, young warrior
Can you feel my heart break
Can you feel the fears they shake me in the night
and through my day
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13. |
Dirty Tree
03:14
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Am I loosing you or am I loosing myself
Trying not to believe meditation is just self-absorbed masturbation
Or do I have a condition of cycling through beautiful creation
And endless endless self destruction
My momma never told me that this life would be so ruthless
Leaving me insecure fearfully unstable and toothless
You can give and you can give you can give give
But that don’t mean you will get anything back
And why should you, you selfish cruel creature
Goddamnit I promised that I would love myself more now
Thirty three no you’re a dirty tree.
Grow grow go
grow go go go
Teen angst in your thirties doesn’t look good on anybody
So dig back down in the Earth and be reborn pure and dirty
Am I loosing you or am I loosing myself
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Adrian Aardvark Plattsburgh, New York
Adirondack mountain electric freak folk
email:
adrianaardvark@gmail.com
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