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Serpentine
05:34
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In the mean time
Let my mind unwind
Secluded where I find
My serpentine
Hide away from sin
Never felt so thin
The pressure’s caving in
I’ve escaped again
This leisure
My pleasure
I’m high and fine
On serpentine
Still bleeding
My seedlings
It’s almost time
It’s almost time
Let my mind unwind into a serpentine
Let my mind unwind into a serpentine
Let my mind unwind, now give it time,
It once was mine laced with cyanide
Let my mind unwind into a serpentine
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Butterfly
02:04
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Little mister butterfly, leaves from trees have open eyes
Blown a hole in the unknown
Shown a home from which you've grown
Carnal age, turn the page
Race to face another day
Rain evaded, paved away
Came to blame but save the pain
Weave me freely
Little mister caterpillar seen as filler, he's a killer
Wicker tinker little stinker sticker stuck with his own finger
Goodbye little butterfly to your cocoon, won't see you soon
Erase you're face to save the tune
A loom to choose the newest moon
Weave me freely
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Brisket
03:24
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I'm sorry, that you had to go
I'm worried, just want you to know
The loneliness has crept inside
That's not what I mind
It was the words I chose to use
Cause I never knew
I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss I mistook you
Who'd I speak with? When you were around
Just a gimmick to keep nailing me down
You put on quite a show, I'd say, to keep me here at bay
I won't forget that I helped too
Cause I never knew
I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss I miss I mistook you
Already, I missed my cue
So tempting to
Just see it through
Cause I'm into you
Yeah I'm into you
But I'm onto you
But I'm onto you
Yeah I'm onto you
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Circustime
04:29
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Step by step I crept into the would I become food oh should I could
I see some lights and rings and things are so confusing
So confusing me
Pinch to see if I am dreaming
Hey, this music’s kinda creepy
I want it all
I want it all
Ringmaster disaster
Exasperated hate, that bastard
And when I come to freaks send peaks my way is blocked
There’s no escape gate made
I wanted anything
Anything at all
Give my brain it’s final cleaning
Hey, this music’s kinda creepy
It’s like I’ve got no soul
It’s like I’ve got no soul
Act is set but no one’s breathing
Hey, this music’s kinda creepy
It’s like they’ve got no souls
It’s like they’ve got no souls
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Boppin 50's Death Song
02:50
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Susie Lou is as cute as can be,
Here she comes walking down the street
Little Susie won’t you come with me?
You make my heart beat
Your heart is gold and I’m in love with it
The kind of love that I hope will stick
The thought of you holding hands with him makes me sick
But what I don’t know, you just sucked his brother’s dick!
I asked Susie to go to the big dance
And there we danced caught in a trance
Looking up I thought I saw her glance down at my pants
Me and Susie had so much fun
Holding hands and running in the sun
And then one day she said that we were done
So I grabbed a gun and I taught that bitch a lesson!
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Haunted
05:04
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Don't enter my mind, you might not like what you find
Wind me up and watch me go b-line to look out my window
Show me what I've been missing, I won't fret, it ain't no thing
Bring me my dose, keep me afloat
I was broke but I have not lost hope
Coped and watched as my world bent. It's common sense that's not what it's meant to do
That's not what it's meant to do
It's haunting reveries, it's true
Caught in a melody
Haunted was this song, and then I was gone. How dare you
How dare you
And if we belonged, it's something I'd be dreaming of. It's horrendous, but not enough to scare you
That's not 's ment to do
It's haunting reveries, it'rue
Caught in a melody
Be it truth or not, I feel I've got a lot to give, to learn when I get my turn I'll watch it burn down in an inferno
Loathe not the past, embrace the facts. Pass along this haunted song
Conglomerate and speculate. Tell me dear what it is you hear
Weirdly enough, I'll back my cuffs
It seems to me that's not how it's supposed to be
That's not what it's meant to do
It's haunting reveries, it's true
Caught in a melody
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The Nate
04:19
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Elusively, in harmony
Complementary, pornography
You’ll die with ease, contract disease
And if you please, you’ll die with me
I’m waiting for something
I’m making up for someone
I’m riding past on the wave traps and I’m way too fast
I’m only hear out of fear from being the outcast
The invocation to care may tear your heart away
I plea to leave, to go, ‘cause I know that I’m not hear to stay
The substance changes my remains
And love can make you feel insane
And it’s so cruel, being glued
To someone who just isn’t you
And it’s so sad hanging around
Waiting for home to be found
I’m waiting for something
I’m making up for someone
I’m riding past on the wave traps and I’m way too fast
I’m only hear out of fear from being the outcast
The invocation to care may tear your heart away
I plea to leave, to go, ‘cause I know that I’m not hear to stay
Stuck in the city hands are shitty and I’m growing away
It ain’t pretty I’ve been sitting in my room for days
Contemplating, complicating and frustrating me
I’ve reached my lucky day, take my remains away
I’m going back to hertz in a surge, converge having been purged
At least the beast is contained, will remain, with hate make pain again
Living under and all over can hinder and disturb
I plea to leave, to scream, but I see that I will not be heard
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My Mother the Carjacker Vancouver, British Columbia
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