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Feeling disconnected, watching my limbs move. Drinking Jim Beam, reek of cigarettes and cum. Growing sober, the sun cuts the sky in two. Running out of ways to say yes to everything. Crashing for the last time...today? I should learn to follow my own goddamn advice. Fuck a beautiful sunrise, It's still yesterday. Fuck a beautiful sunrise, I hope we never sleep
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Pleather Daddy
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Peel off my skin, air out my bones. Empty out my attic space and give away my home. I've seen the end of every fork and now it's time to dine. Worn in this skin, now I want a new fit. Don't wear this for my comfort, it's for yours, I've seen the end of every fork and now it's time to dine. Wish I could skin you and make a new disguise. Then I could see myself through your eyes ...but I can't.
Got a new outfit, thought you'd like it. Bought a new outfit, thought I'd like it. I GOT A NEW JACKET, AND YOU LIKE IT A NEW FUCKING JACKET, YOU REALLY FUCKING LIKE IT
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Wet With Regret
02:48
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I burn bridges, and the bodies in their wake. The streets of New Haven are paved with my mistakes. I live by night, they kick me out in the day. Haunting the bus stops, staring at the sidewalk cracks. Let's share our primordial ooze tonight. They always come back for more, they always come back, but I can only stand one night at a time.
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Nocturnal Omissions
03:02
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They made us this way then they blamed us for it. I washed and I dressed you till the sun set on our lives. We counted pills until the life drained from your eyes. Reaching out, my love is amputated, phantom lover in an unmade bed. Fill the empty spaces. I live in the margins of my own life. My house reliving my memories, my home is an open sore.
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Twink 182
03:09
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They made you in a tank to please men. Science made your body, you made it your own. Turn to face the trophy case. Take you down, put you back. Hide away from the eyes of men. Desperate hands that claim to own you, turn around and smash him back. The curse of flesh lies in others' desires. Science made you a menu item, you'd rather be alone. Turn to face the trophy case. Take you down, put you back. Hide away from the eyes of men. Desperate hands that claim to own you, turn around and smash him back.
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Videodome New Haven, Connecticut
Noise rock/post-hardcore from New Haven, CT. Est. 2017. "The Incidental Homosexual... Or, A Hate Crime in My Bedroom" streaming 3/22/24
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