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Centipete
03:05
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Sit down to write three minutes of filler
Meaningless words that make me sound like a killer
Framed for murder in a broken state of a man with
No head and no body
The evidence does not exist so how did it
Come to this
You
I named you
Give me a pen and paper
I'll detail all my alibis and show I couldn't have been there
No, not this time
I'll give you the killer, the one I wrote about in my filler
She is tall, evil and green
With googly eyes
You
I named you
He wanted to just have regular sex
But she's more into cannibalism and eating her victims
Like sex with death will produce more eggs
Than what he's willing to give
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2. |
Khao San Skin
02:43
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Wasted years writing about being sad
Without ever really feeling that bad
Adopting a label made me feel cool
But I was invisible in high school
Now this sad label just isn't me
Cause I've been feeling more happy
I am a dickhead you'll see
Too caught up with this sense of identity
Had no reason to live since I was six
Now things are better than they've ever been
I'll admit I was scared when we started this
And I use this song to hide my emotions
Rather than drown them in adult potions
I keep paying for parking while you do the marking
So that I won't get a fine
And here's what I found from trying to be profound
Now my meter's out of time
This life is fucking meaningless
And now I am okay with it
Had no reason to live since I was six
Now things are better than they've ever been
I'll admit I was scared when we started this
But I'm really starting to like you and your ripped blue mum jeans
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3. |
Out of Practice
03:17
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Fuck your jazz clubs and false idols
That died on mounds of cocaine
Shaming me for not hearing notes I haven't played
I didn't quit like you wanted but you're still to blame
I'm a disappointment to more than myself
I'm spiteful and hateful and think everything's lame
But maybe life's just a pointless project
Nothing or something, always feels the same
Now I cannot think straight
My bitterness has led me astray
I know I'm no better
In a sense I have not improved
Maybe routine would've made this worth it
Another year out of practice
But I don't want to give up
Focus more on my writing
Like refusing progression makes me cool
In reality I'm just lazy
Simple and cynical, a detriment to my self
If everything is easy
Maybe it's not difficult enough
I don't meet my expectations
For some reason, I still feel proud
Now I cannot think straight
My bitterness has led me astray
I know I'm no better
Forming a habit never seemed this challenging
Especially when it's for something you enjoy
I don't think I'll be able to do it
And maybe that's okay
Being this whiny makes me feel like less of a man
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4. |
Toes
02:57
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Act cool
Even though I don't feel so
Warm
Can't help but feel alien to
You
And I know I'm not special
I use blank
Screens
To hide from my disturbing
Thoughts
About what I am given
When did I become a bitter cynic
Even my words don't match what's in my head
I'm unenthusiastic, with tattooed on beliefs
Melancholic, a useless degree
Sad when I'm proud and proud to be
Nothing more than a poser
Long hairy feet
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Bathroom Milk Crew Melbourne, Australia
Not sure if the songs I write are sad and they aren't normally about milk.
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