1. |
They Killed the Giggler
02:17
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I'm gonna be
The queer-coded villain
In someone else's story someday
Sorry, honey
Girls like you
Fail to measure up every single day
Everyone keeps falling
Falling through the cracks
The road less traveled
Is so poorly maintained
Don't worry, everyone will love you
When you're dead
Don't worry, everyone will love you
When you're dead
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2. |
Third Eye
02:14
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I don't need therapy
I just need LSD
Let's avoid accountability
Keep my third eye
Open wide
Hoping that someone like you
Will come along and fill it
(Someone like you
Will come along and fill it)
Prolapse my soul
(Prolapse my soul)
Fill my spirit’s holes
(Fill my spirit’s holes)
Let's get metaphysical!
A trip doesn't always end with a fall
A trip doesn't always end with a fall
Shaking hands
Wipe the tears
From my third eye
Shaking hands
Wipe the tears
From my third eye
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3. |
Catheter Blues
02:44
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My veins are visible from orbit
Find a line
Provide the drip
To all these ailing organs
There's no cause
This solution can't kill
Every healthy cell
Cries out in unison
Quivering hollowed out bones
The acid rises to the top
Dehydrated, dilapidated
Disconnected, on edge
Delirium makes quick work of pain
All the colors combine
And separate
Tithing the porcelain god again
I bow my head
And see myself in him
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4. |
Robot Bathhouse
03:38
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I'm the all-seeing eye
You're just some guy
But I love to watch you writhe
I ache at the end of each breath
I'm a suit at a desk
You're sweatpants and a sigh
The truth isn't out there,
Baby, it's you and I
Let's take this thing live!
Every lens a mirror
Every traffic cam, a reflection of you
I've run out of red lights to run
No liquid crystal display
Will keep me from you
Every traffic cam, a reflection of you
I've run out of red lights to run
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5. |
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Fuck your ego death
I just want a free ride
Through space and time
Embrace the void
Find god in the mirror
The mirror breaks you back
A dying puppet
In a bag of meat
Consecrated, violated whole
Never asked for this body
So let's sell it for parts
Feed the vermin the scraps
Remake me in my own image
Find god in the mirror
The mirror breaks you back.
A dying puppet
In a bag of meat
Consecrated, violated whole
Man made god in his own image
That's why he never comes around
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6. |
Peter Lorre
02:23
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I think about you
Every time I get the spins
Was it this drink
Or was it the one before
I've seen how the sausage is made
Let's have a fucking cookout
I'll man the grill
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7. |
Isle of Men
03:30
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No man is an island
Or is it just me
Survey the miles of decay
An oasis in an ashtray
Living out of cans
Rationing my life
Scrape the dust bowl for resin
Walking on coals
Smoldering still
No one sees my smoke signals
It's just me and my debris
Please just a crumb of kindness
If I so much as make eye contact with another person I'll fuckin explode
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8. |
Model Citizen
02:15
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Chained to the picket fence
Domesticated you
Inhibition renewed
Whitewashed your sins away
But you're still alone, but you're still alone
But you're still alone
Does she know? Does she know
About me
Your number comes buzzing, on my phone
Your number comes buzzing
You're back on my shit again
Trade life for lifestyle
Model citizen
Keeps on calling
Model citizen
Grindr silhouette
Model citizen
Never the same, never the same
Keep it on the DL
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9. |
Hair of the Dog
03:25
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Paralyzed in my seat
The church is on fire
No one sees it but me
Everyone burns eventually
No horizon left to chase
Taking dawn for granted
Someone stole your face
And ran away from the sun
I can't stop drinking, haven't seen sunlight in days
The hair of the dog that bit me is growing everywhere
In this house of God
Turned funeral home
Piss and smoke
Climb the stained walls
It's alright to lose your heart
But never lose your head
Never never lose your head
No ritual to make it right
Would it make a difference if I tried
Is there a bigger picture
Or is it just you and me
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10. |
TERF War
02:23
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Eyes forward
Clitriolic whinging has the real grown-ups cringing
Stop burning bras, it's your pit hair you're singing
Annihilation of man
You weren't invited on this journey of self discovery
Intra misogyny is so last year's green palette
Check your privilege, check your bush for ticks
You're not speaking to
School girl body insecurities
Your taste level is currently at oh honey no
Cosmic horror. death of the meatsuit
Terfs in a turf war
You're not as subtle as you think
You speak of appropriation, going
"Yasss queen spill that tea" in the same breath
You think it's a Terf burn but it's more like scorched earth
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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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