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She
02:09
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she sheds her clothes. she laughs and curls her toes. time moves too slow when you are close. she thinks that she knows what she's doing. lying to make life seem worth living. staring at your ceiling and trying to hide this feeling. you're far too stoned and not alone.
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Victim
01:57
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you've got plenty of space in your big bedroom. contemplate what's really bugging you. is it your intake of entertainment for taking pain away? so far its pretty hard to leave your friends and family's mouth's ajar. not so shocking news of quiet unsurprised and acting like it. stay edgy and unpredictable. stay mad, your mood's unmalleable. make sure your friends don't know that you make sure all your days are miserable. take charge of who you are. you are the dealer of your own cards. 21 is not so far you have a 9 and ace of hearts. success; just a rumor built around you being a loser. everybody's in on it no-one thinks you're cut out for it. you will not be a part of this. stay home and watch the highlight clip. you self-aware enough to realize the things you know you cant admit. it shouldn't take a smoke or drink to know that life isn't infinite. cross lines that aren't meant to be (crossed), see things that you aren't meant to see. fuck those who say that you are not in charge of your own fucking destiny.
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Suspended. Out There.
01:39
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taking off forever and leaving houses empty. making choices for nobody. never feeling moves of the ground beneath my feet. always feeling incomplete.
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i'm not sad that you're still mad, cause it was my intention to push you off the edge until you bled. not sure what you wanted. but if it has anything to do with the qualities you've been flaunting, i'm not buying, so stop trying. i make a rude remark about your hair you don't seem to care. false reliance on your sticks and stones don't make you feel any less alone. i know that you don't know that. park your car, lock the door, then when you get inside look at all the useless shit that lines your floor. salt and gum, not used as intended. take a look at all the semi-broken crap that you have mended. am i there? can i be there? i don't wanna be a thorn in your side or a paragon to which you can't compare. i've had troubles with sticks and stones and the constant injury to which my heart is prone, but your bones seem to be fully intact. take your mixture for a new adhesive put me back together with my broken pieces cause i can't break you now.
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Trixie Tang
03:11
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a screw that gets tighter with each turn. you know everything. you're unwilling to learn. new information doesn't concern you unless it has to do with miley's return-- you don't care how you get by. you make excuses and rationalize that none of these things will be fixed by the time you're 35. they take you serious, just as you planned. you're so mysterious. you're such an interesting friend. you are mistaking your wants for needs. you're getting harder and harder to please. the biggest accident wasn't the world, it was you thinking it was made so you can get what you deserve. you lie awake at night wondering why the hell you lie. is it because you aren't built for this? the constant playing to their strengths. the trivial bullshit you hate but have to cave to. everyones' perceptions own you. (don't make some shit up you know they'll listen to) thoughts you're conceiving; of laments and grieving? the LIES you're weaving? they are (in fact) believing. the songs that "WAKE YOU UP INSIDE," your parents giving you a ride, two thousand guys that love your face, don't comfort you inside this place. the birds don't judge the lower sound, the frequency close to the ground. they choose to not participate. find someone you do not hate and tell them everything you know, about feeling empty/hollow, when everyone around you thinks, you are so fucking interesting.
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Amplifier Demo
02:13
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my amp spent it's first day on its face. manipulated sonic shapes stem from a change of tubes that help the speaker emanate grooves. buzzing clear. moving particles of air and water to the side while they take liberties and i get to take waves for joyrides. a silence followed by a buzzing from the cable thats unplugged wakes you up from sleeping. pitches you picked are not worth keeping. you throw your plank across the floor, you have become dissatisfied in you, yeah you used to do more, but that spark inside you has died. mercurial mad complex. temper to reach an apex. the tone that this machine inflects beats watching nasty carwrecks. it is amplification. a cable with folded extras is picking up the radio station. lets call and ask for Heccra! mmmmm the warmth from valves on. the skittering electrons, the moving freely subatomic lacking any surface tension. an old frustration you can't move, you are held down in midair, you don't have mass to get momentum. problem solved! i smile bashfully while you take everything that my hands choose to produce and make it sweet like melon juice. my fingers twitch and it sounds like shit in any other unit. you are my newfound favorite. magnet receive. take it from me. notes with a loud buzz, twinkles and amp fuzz. taking from tubes and making it all about you. the truth is i'm glad i sold my soul for you.
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Carcinogens
01:18
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you gotta put that shit out before you come in. your cigarette smoke's carbonating carcinogens. your filthy habits make you fucking subhuman and your need for nicotine is practically religion. a swift kick to the back of your tongue, a broken neck, and rotten lungs don't sound that fun... at least not like they did once. you didn't know what you would become. you inhale the toxins, you fuck like a dog, you lost sight of what is right and you're lost in your own mental fog. "you can stop whenever you want." yeah, death will be your pause.
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you'll make changes and lose best friends to high school ending once & 4evr. the ties that aren't that hard to sever are ones born out of a simple convenience, because it is so awful to sit there in silence even if you have nothing to say that's really important. fuck the people who made you uncomfortable, it's really okay that you aren't sociable. things can be better inside your skin if you keep reminding yourself that in the end, nothing matters as long as your happy. even if your best friend deserves a slap, he is not as aware of the problem as I so he lives out his 24 hours a day wondering why you don't feel going like to the skate park or can only talk about music or art.
no you can't relate to a thing that they say cause you've already booked up the rest of your days with a bit of self hatred and lots of deciding whether or not tonight is when you're dying make a note of the differing taste take a snapchat of your own sad face and thank the gods you're getting out of this place where no one will ever ask you to do anything
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