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I ripped the wings off of a butterfly to see it fall
I hope you know the joy of flight and then nothing at all.
I hope it stings,
I hope you writhe in existential flaw.
Why do we leap so blindly, grasping for love on the drop?
Love on the Drop (x4)
It presses down on me too,
Your force centripetal.
Oh god, I feel like I'll puke,
Your force, gravitational.
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Metastasis
03:42
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Don't like your band much.
Your sad-boy friends all fucking suck.
Post some pics on Instagram,
Feel real bad about life plans.
I swore I'd move to Canada.
Came to say your set blew,
Your girlfriend's real ashamed of you.
When she tells her parents 'bout it,
They say they won't allow it,
Their worst nightmare came true.
Slept in contacts again,
Scroll through 'til my contacts end.
I wonder why my phone,
Seems a better home,
Than spending time with friends.
I guess I'm just negative,
When I'm trapped in my head.
I feel so negative,
When I'm stuck in my head.
Don't give a fuck what you said,
Society don't need another opinion from me.
Don't wanna hear about your credits,
You're twenty-three with just a set list.
You've had senioritis,
Since teenage excitement,
Nested under skin.
I guess I'm just negative,
When I'm trapped in my head.
I feel so negative,
When I'm stuck in my head.
Don't give a fuck what you said.
How hard must I tug on your sleeve?
A heart, its strings pulled close to me.
The diagnostic:
The cerebellum rests,
My shower turns cold.
The hearth of a man always home,
Contrasts with one on the road.
Taught robotic,
Surgical steel,
Posh, post-modern.
There's poise and memory like old furnishings,
Positioned like rigormortis, eternity.
I sit in your house,
and try to forget,
the walls pregnant with regret.
Call me pessimist, still.
Though reality prods at our will,
Grain of water,
Sand on brain I wilt.
I guess I'm just negative,
When I'm trapped in my head.
I feel so negative,
When I'm stuck in my head.
Society don't need another opinion from me.
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Trigonometry was my middle name,
Sitting cross legged with a video game.
Pretty pathetic schedule to replay,
Daily anesthetic replace the same.
Vertigo got me
I gazed off the edge.
Knew what's comin'
Didn't look ahead.
Inevitable, tangible, brimming with dread.
Something you said plays over again.
Stressed out,
Grinding my teeth in my sleep,
Tactile,
A symptom of misery.
Take time,
To mull things over in my mind.
Tumbler,
Jumbling the meaning inside.
As the sun sets, the tide recedes,
Leaving space between sand and sea.
Still, I'm confused.
What's the use?
I can tell you the secret to life,
Just give me some time.
For now I'm confused.
Who wants to lead a truly charming life?
I poopoo that shit,
My days are rife with strife.
Accrue views on loose leaf,
Shaped graphite.
Cuckoo,
I'm too cool,
Flew over your shite.
Guess it depends on the disposition you fall,
Not gonna defend the fact I don't give a fuck.
You're listless and shit-head to top it all off,
Benefitted by the stigma surrounding us all.
As the sun sets, the tide recedes,
Leaving space between sand and sea.
Still, I'm confused.
What's the use?
I can tell you the secret to life,
Just give me some time.
For now I'm confused.
What's the use?
I can tell by the look in your eyes,
You're not satisfied,
Still, I'm confused.
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It might grow
Scott is a champion of the service industry.
Thought I understood what his service meant to me.
Caught myself falling for the razor of his wit,
Maybe after work I'll show him my micro dick.
Micro
It might grow.
Micro
It might grow.
Tim is a champion of the coding industry.
Been drinking cups of codeine for the last half week.
Caught myself falling for the manor of his talk.
Maybe after work I'll show him my micro cock.
Micro,
It might grow.
Micro,
It might grow.
Doctors, they hate him.
Pariah of the porn industry.
A simple pill, a prick.
To get me to love my body.
But my love can't be minimized.
Got a big bang in a ring box disguised.
Mosquito bite, baby toe.
Can't hide the love from my --
Micro, (It's so small)
Micro,
Micro.
It might grow,
It might grow.
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Colludin' with Putin
02:00
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It's not up to me to determine time,
Half-life, a shelf life.
Sisyphus climb.
The seed ought determine the leaves that fall.
Boys break in spring while the symphony sink, oh.
Our zeitgeist, a pill, a fishbowl on head.
Five Guys, our favorite past president.
Seems like semper fi, things will retain their shape.
So why now do I feel like there's too much at stake.
Hold my nose, the slide, the edge,
The drop.
Hold my nose, the slide careens
To stop.
It's not up to me to determine time,
Half-life, a shelf life.
Sisyphus climb.
You shovel shit,
See how close to the edge I can get.
You're addicted.
Push the pill, witness rubble,
Rinse, repeat again.
Germinate bias,
Divide us.
To conquer: intent.
You fucking edge-lord, 4chan, neckbeard excuse for a human.
Hold my nose the pungence clears my sinus,
Hold my nose the stench, Bible-belt bias.
Conservative, alt-right, you fascist pigs.
Pence, DeVost, Sessions and that dipshit w(h)ig.
Born too late to legislate,
Every day's your Watergate.
You all sound like the eighteen hundreds.
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Stop!
Brock's sippin' Tito's mixed with soda.
He's whippin' through West Campus in his daddie's Range Rover
He pledged Sig-Ep last season,
Now he's got a hangover.
If it were me I'd rather have melanomer
He's concerned with what was said,
She's distracted by their texts.
She loves her letter more than him,
But it all makes sense to them.
Can't stand her,
But Anna -
Got a makeover.
Amanda's spray tan has a disgusting odor.
What a burden to bear
On such pristine shoulders.
I won't conform instead a tanning bed and melanomer.
He's concerned with what was said,
She's distracted by their texts.
She loves her letter more than him,
But it all makes sense to them.
And all the frat boys sing (Wee-ooo wee-ooo)
And all the Greek gals sing (Wee-ooo wee-ooo)
And all the trust funds sing (Wee-ooo wee-ooo)
And all the rich cucks sing (Wee-ooo wee-ooo)
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Jack & Alaska
03:28
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I grow impatient,
You're stalling hard.
Still on vacation,
A postcard.
Now I'd be lying,
To say I'm not curious.
But I'm not that serious about you.
Had a thought not long ago (Not long ago)
Quite distraught, a loss of growth (Loss of all growth)
Shit, I've got plans that are useless now, baggage filled with change
Footsteps in the cloister, glass is all stained.
Weekend wasted, slave away, shameless defanged.
Faces staring back at me from darkened hallways.
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A Song for Dad
03:47
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Today I gave my mom the run-around,
I'm sitting in the dark feeling sorry for myself.
My pants are tight, I'm feeling down.
Wish I was my dad in the sunny, quiet south.
Today I made my sister cry,
Apologized even though things won't be alright.
Resemblance striking,
Shoes I'll never fill -
Wish I was my dad in box up on that hill.
In a box atop the hill,
The light streams in between the steel bars.
A man alone he contemplates,
Mistakes, restraint,
How wrong they all are.
The son dips low,
A flagstone removed so deft.
The tunnel has grown,
Every night left alone.
Today I snapped,
I couldn't help myself.
I peered out a window to market street below.
Colors throng together then they melt.
My eyes magnetize a certain fellow in merlot.
Today the scent of blood was overwhelming,
Obsessive, the hunt, the want
Potential.
Future prey.
Pull me closer, that I'll feel your heartbeat.
Craving the same taste as my father every day.
Atop the hill,
The light streams in between the steel bars.
A man alone he contemplates,
Mistakes, restraint,
How wrong they all are.
The son dips low,
A flagstone removed so deft.
The tunnel has grown,
Every night left alone.
Left alone, left alone.
Left alone,
To my devices.
I'm a joke,
Become my vices
They laugh,
I'm close, so enticing.
Just below,
My stomach writhing.
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Let's listen, be very quiet
Decisions, we forged inside us.
Decisions, deep down inside us.
Quiet, biased, quiet
No need for your compliance,
For your reliance.
(Writhe) @ 1:38
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Jicky Austin, Texas
Jicky is:
JHaley- Guitar
CAnderson- Bass
ZRusk- Drums
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