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Dumb Enough To Think
03:48
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Even though I’ve slipped through the cracks
Don’t believe I’ll ever come back
Back to setting my ignorance free
Back to pulling my head out my ass
Even though I’ve slipped through the cracks
Don’t believe I’ll ever row back
You don’t know, you don’t know
They’re making bags full of our silver
I’m dumb enough to think
That everyone’s gotta be wrong
Except for me
Whose empathy’s gone
Dumb enough to think
That everyone’s gotta be mad
Except for me
Who wears a foil hat
Look at me, I’m trashing the news
I’m free to believe what I choose
Nothing I’ve come up with myself
Just some random people’s short views
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2. |
Hot Flush Fridays
02:20
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I wanna rip my hair out
Good riddance to the boiling caps
I’m gonna eat my face off
My hands are clenching in my lap
Hot flashes in a cold room
Spinning like a hurricane
Resilience is pointless
And every day it’s just the same
I wish you would fuck me up forever
I want you to smash me with a massive club
I wish you would fuck me up forever
I want you to rob me of my genuine love
The temperature is rising
How can a body feel so cold
Whatever is the policy
I‘m doing what I’m getting told
My propaganda’s made up
It’s moving to another place
The walls are moving closer
Annihilated gutter space
I wish you would fuck me up forever
I want you to smash me with a massive club
I wish you would fuck me up forever
I want you to rob me of my genuine love
I smoke and masturbate
I’m a dopamine chaser
And I haven’t left my flat for days, sir
I wish you would fuck me up forever
I want you to smash me with a massive club
I wish you would fuck me up forever
I want you to rob me of my genuine love
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3. |
Boundaries
02:24
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I’m getting bored
Of zoning out in your pace
And growing tired of being asked
Why are you making that face
I’m off the rails
And in a state of neglect
We’ve seen you dining your shit
And laughing at the oppressed
Hey, I heard them talk about you
And even though you’re not that classy
You’re looking for some classy shit to do
Now listen, I’ve set some boundaries for you
And if you’re tryna fucking break them
I’m gonna break yours too
You’re so in shape
And quick until you can't move
No one is telling you off
Permission's based on your mood
Your giant walls
Were built on graves of your mess
You'd think that everyone is proud
While they are shaking their heads
Hey, I heard them talk about you
And even though you’re not that classy
You’re looking for some classy shit to do
Now listen, I’ve set some boundaries for you
And if you’re tryna fucking break them
I’m gonna break yours too
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4. |
Post Office
01:39
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Who’s got my packet fucker
Where’s my delivery
You deserve everything but
I can’t dismiss my needs
Who’s got my packet fucker
Trophy for being myself
For enriching your life by
Forcing my will onto
You got me
You got everything
You got me
I deserve you
Who‘s got my back now fucker
Who plays my bodyguard
Don’t care about where you’re heading
Tearing yourself apart
Who’s got my packet fucker
Trophy for being myself
For enriching your life by
Forcing my will onto
You got me
You got everything
You got me
I deserve you
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5. |
Digital Sex
03:13
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Ricochet panic, catch a break
Common threat on our wealth
You’re cynical and scared, blaming me
I’m an image of yourself
Libido awake, overload
All the senses are aroused
Attention span erased, I am gone
Soon as shit is going south
You’re living
But what is that about
You’re starving
Cuz hunger’s so profound
You’re lying
But what is that about
You’re craving
Cuz lust is so profound
The rats are coming
Come on, succumb to me
I’m fucking your pineal gland
Come on and get some
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