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No Country for Old Kids
01:16
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tried living for today but I came too late relive my days but I still can’t relate tried playing catch up and I got the bends so many futures but no fucking ends
it’s not nothing it’s not one thing not just some things don’t know where I’d begin
lost it but I cannot quit this ain’t no country for old kids
stunted prophet I don’t see nothing ahead grew up so fast just to die a slower death
no memory what history no past did nothing
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Life Among Sausages
00:42
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born in an hollow skin cultivated a public image gave your life to made up roles you lost control your whole persona’s a prison servant to appearances an irony Olympian sincerity aborted all reality averted a cry for attention you won’t get it
a human casing filled with shit
your mirror your noose too late to face the truth another day another part to play
death by disguise an oblivious suicide complied until you broke your free thinking my sick joke
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A.U.M.
01:07
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ever notice the stories you tell all seem to be about evil we’re fucked but you don’t apply your bedtime lullaby
culture’s sick but you’re immune deaf to your own fucking tune don’t waste anymore time your world just ain’t the same as mine
don’t try and reason with me don’t try and make me see don’t put yourself in this position not human my condition
the record spins the needle homes your veins know they can’t hold your blood my liquid word break you down rearrange your nerves
nonexistent all projection byproduct of fucked perception dosed Bible underneath my tongue and I speak for fucking everyone
you’ll never reason with me you’ll never make me see can’t put yourself in my position not human that’s my condition
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Gunboy Rover
01:02
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I see no fun in fun see no good in anybody right from wrong your guess as good as mine a wild card in a house of lies
time use my mind like a drum my past all I cannot become
beating the skin till it stays clean no waking no sleep
headcase prototype two eyes no sight
mental fever psychic reaper memory seizure nerves in ether
I’m on a lucky streak but six good days still ain’t a fucking week
living on the bottom line wrong from right who’s got the time fed lies I’m hunger high my future’s mine my customized decline
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The Shit
00:58
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I need nothing I need less than your patronizing tolerance shut your mouth fuck what you heard forget the church I’d rather watch you burn
fuck the cops glad we agree but fuck you too let me repeat fuck you and your false solutions high and mighty self-delusions
jaded disgusted make myself disgusting live off your confusion your future’s my target
so much shame and so much guilt for people who do so fucking little you’ve got my word so rest assured it’s not the church it’s you I wanna burn
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