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Landslide
01:52
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By the skin of your teeth, did you survive another day
Steering blankly at the screen or out of a window at the world burning
Did you momentarily wish you would forget to breathe
Under the pressure of absolutely everything!
Why are we expected to cope
With all of these sticks and stones
Coming at us like a landslide
Well your guess is as good as mine.
Territory, pissing games and egos violent like a nuclear display
Insignificance defined by the human body and mind
When did we just become products left on a shelf
Left to rot and fade away, knowing we're good for nothing else
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All You're Getting
01:58
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I woke up and my head spun out just like an earthquake
So I went to the doctor, who just chucked me a bottle of pills
I took them all as prescribed, but i still felt violently ill
So i went back and asked for help!
And this is what they said
Sit down, Shut up
Just take your antidepressants
Heads down, arse up
so we can fuck you over again and again until you get
That this is all you're getting
Next thing I found my self with a therapist just letting him know
I've got no interest in living life anymore
he said "have you just tried faking it with a smile?"
I said "man what you think I've been doing for all this time"
This is what he said!
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Sleeps a luxury that I can not afford
Deaths a poor mans doctor so I'll wait by his door
Because good mental health will cost me an arm and a leg
or maybe I'd be good at this if I just weren't so shit
Well I would be good at this if I wasn't so shit
Bleed me, breed me we're all just cattle after all
And everyone is special is just a nicer way to say no-one is at all
Because good mental health will cost you and arm and a leg
Or maybe you'd be good at this if you just weren't so shit
Sleeps a luxury that I can not afford
Deaths a poor mans doctor so I'll wait by his door
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P.C. Cannibals
02:07
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I saw the children covered in blood, from the last God we sacrificed
So sky's would be blue and everything would be nice!
As we were tired of asking for a way to ascend
that had to easier and cheaper than taking a shit with laxatives'
Because we're only as good as what we eat
And we're all good people
I caught a glimpse of God, she was strung up by the chandelier
Bleeding from a wound where honey bees were found nesting in
And my eyes could not believe as i reached and grabbed a piece
then exclaimed that she tasted...
Just like fucking heaven to me!
We're only as good as what we eat
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Better Than Me
03:13
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So you want to knock some sense into me
You'll have to hit me harder than my daddy
So you want to tear down small poppies
Whatever gets you up
Whatever helps you sleep
Someone get that man a medal
Because he thinks that he is better than me
Someone get that man a medal
Inscribe it with well that's not very hard to be
Better than me
So you want to choke out, little ole me
I'll let it happen, you know how to excite me
And so you want to shit down on everybody
Man whatever gets you up
Whatever helps you sleep
So you think you're better than me, holding the gate with small dick energy, got to have ya say, got to have your way, cant have a difference of opinion aye? well you insufferable pretentious arrogant prick, throwing your weight like a pig in heat, look nobody cares and its means less than nothing that you are thinking you're better than me
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I'm A Disappointment
02:03
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Fuck me did I try to hard again
did I give away to much or not enough
And stupid me being so damn naïve
to think we could think with our heads along with our hearts
Well I could have been anyone but I went and chose to be myself
And I'm a disappointment
Fuck this I guess we're all going off to mars
I took that line from Freddy Fudd Pucker, you should check him out
And fuck dignity that's a proud mans fantasy
I know I'm the monkey in the cage, do you like how I dance?
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Death & Taxes
01:58
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Jacks all work and no play
He takes laxatives' for his brain
to keep him pacified, dull and uninteresting
I've tried to do the same
Keep up with the game
But it's all routine
And so very boring
Alarm bells ring, repetitive and dull
The message that they bring is all so very painfully clear
Because
It's all death and taxes, I'm taxed for breathing and now I'm waiting on my death
Which is running late to the party
It's all death and taxes I'm taxed for breathing and now I'm waiting on my death
I'm waiting on my death!!
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Good For?
01:58
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Out of the fryer and into the fire, tell me are we having fun
Bite your lip and hold your tongue, don't let it slip that your feeling numb
Because you were born with a gun in your mouth
And now you're trying to scream out for help
But when you got a gun in your mouth
You know you can only speak in vowels
Because I've been down on all fours
Just trying to prove to them, there's still something that I'm good for!
What am I good for?
It is what it is, at the end of the day these things they go mindlessly say
From one to ten how are you feeling? Like no ones even listening
Because there ain't no devil only god when he's drunk
And that guy's been pissed since day one
There ain't no god just men who act like such
No wonder we are all completely fucked
Out of the fryer and into the fire, tell me are we having fun
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9. |
Nighty Night
02:28
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Nighty Night to the poor and working class
who've been divided by invisible lines, drawn out by faceless vampires
Nighty Night to the discriminated
no longer will you have to cry, as together an equal platform will rise
And nighty night to the lost and broken
Who have been weighed down by such dismay and trauma we've all got to face
So nighty night
I want to say nighty night to this endless shit fight
Nighty night to the suffering child
who dreams someday he might wake, and not feel like a meaningless mistake
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Happy
02:21
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I got up this morning to paint silver linings in your clouds
Then buttered your bread with cigarettes' and ash to remove my taste out of your mouth
Now if you walk by the river long enough, you'll find civilization
but I've been walking for awhile now and I'm by the ocean
So hey you, get off of your behind
And try, and try, and try make everyone smile
But you will probably die
Before you can go, make everyone happy
You took the crutches and the wheelchair and still complained you weren't getting anywhere
Well you're a Christ without a cross, trying to crucify your self, you've made being pathetic a career
All your jokes are in bad taste but it's to show us where we're heading
So tell me what's so funny about love, peace and understanding
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Manic Depressive
01:08
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I'm a T-Rex finger painting
Cracking my back and breaking my bones
But if this don't work out I'll kill myself
nothing gained then nothing loss
And I'll be gone
With my smile as painted on as my mother said my ears are!
So I woke up with blood between my legs
I'd miscarried with the devils kid
From one to ten how are you feeling
not a ten yet because I'm still breathing
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Departure Party Wellington, New Zealand
I'm a Acoustic Punk/Anti-folk emo from New Zealand, Telling stories of things i've experienced and mishaps i've been apart of.
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