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Congratulate the loser
04:10
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Got these arachnids crawling up the side of your face
cockroaches make themselves at home under your skin
digging and scratching in view
a live tv audience wearing happy face masks
applause
congratulate the failure on his tired accomplishments that never amounted to shit
looking back he wonders how did it ever come to this
was there something we could have done
nobody cares but it sure was fun
dejected
disaffected
defected
rejected and sent back
to where it never belonged rot and die
there's still time to get real fucking high
so give it a try
you'll love it more than love itself.
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Expletive deleted
03:14
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Stop staring
look away
look inside
or don't. It's just a suggestion.
suggestive this expletive
deleted in a shitstorm of swirling hatred
Forged in the fires of a distressed ego tripper
you know you really are my favorite psychopathic villain of the week
A worthy scapegoat by anyone's assessment
ommitted the names of the guilty mob immortalized in pixels
take a deep breath and look in the mirror you sadistic fuck
sad sap
eat the bait
enjoy the trap
I've seen it all
ain't nothing new
nothing under the sun
I'm just here for the free beer
Does it seem warm in here ?
I don't care I stopped giving fucks
when the clocks started speeding up
now each revolution is a taunting shove
back to the needle littered playground of life
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Praying for the meteor
07:57
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A fiery mob of professional victims
using
abusing
the demonized peasants
it's so comfortable up on the soap box
faith in the mentally ill
the infantilized lead the way
insanity as a strength
pissing on the scales
you're a health hazard
but maybe safety is overrated
nonsense words overused
twisting the knife
alphabetically organized seance
conjure demons drunks and crazies
from this rusted social purgatory
rattling black mass meteor dance
raining down on the karma drunken dying sphere
laughing as we disappear
embrace this legacy of depravity
get off your asses and tear the roof off this condemned church
we came to party
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Throw the condoms in the collection basket
No one's gonna use them anyway
roofies in the wine
blasting christ body shots
salt and tequila
black out wasted
never had so much fun giving my confession
The nuns are taking off their habits
and picking up some filthy fucking habits
let's see those titties you dirty filthy sluts
Praise the lord !
Those sunday sisters always classy
Saturday nights alright for trash
vow of silence broken when she's playing with her toys
that pussy's a lot tighter than you might think
I guess that's because the priest prefers little boys
Forgive me father
those catholic nuns make me hard
I swear it wsn't the drugs I gave them. Or the booze.
It was the devil.
You ever see that movie Satanica Pandemonium ?
It was like that. I promise.
Forgive me. God damn it.. I'm so horny.
I'd say some hail Mary's but dammit...
If god thought she was fine... Shit.
I'm just gonna get myself in more trouble.
Sorry jesus.
I'm really sorry.
Somebody say a prayer for me. I really need them.
I'm on my way to hell.
I hope they have beer and sluts.
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Lids
09:40
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When you're talking to ghosts
Do you want to be dead too ?
Pale white girl dressed in black
won't you lift your veil
Draw a door on my wall and knock three times
I'll let the reverend know that your sound of mind
Trash that dreary memoir, ain't no reason to pout
I'll meet you in the attic where we'll lock the living out
In the hall she snapped a polaroid
These apparitions caught on celluloid
Felt like the dead were dying
in this wasting derelict state
She's been haunting my attic since 1988
So alone
So utterly alone...
When you're dancing calypso
in your school girl uniform
We can conjure up Mephisto
with that Harry Belafonte song
I know I spend an awful lot of time
Down at Dante's brothel
But you're really nice, even to the worms
And I think you'd make a nice fuckin' model
So strange
How you can see right through the sheets
Unusual
How you can see me
Honey don't jump off that bridge
Don't plummet
The afterlife has enough civil servants.
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Dead Hooker in the woods
04:34
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it was a quarter past midnignt
in the woods by the shore
I drank a beer under moonlight
smoked a spliff and drank some more
Off in the distance something caught my eye
A dead girl laying face up in a ditch
I chugged my forty ouncer and inspected the bitch
I poked her with a stick
I found a dead hooker in the woods
I'm gonna get stoned and take her home
I ain't ever gonna be alone
Laid her down in the guest room
stitched her up and cleaned her real nice
did her hair up like Elvira
after checking it for lice
I don't think that the neighbors know about the dead girl living with me
I'm sure they'd be pretty fuckin' judgemental if they ever did see
the corpse bride shrine in my creepy basement dungeon
You know sometimes, the smell can be quite pungent.
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Wake up screaming
05:25
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Asleep awake
I'm dreaming
saw the horror live on the t.v.
safe in the living room
they handed out opinions one sided fits all
eating fear bones and all
choking on fear bones and all
Laughing as the scenery burns
wake up screaming
this ain't a movie but it's promoted like
a cracked out blockbuster directed by the devil himself
Screened it forcefully
burned through our eyelids
applause. sigh. laugh. die.
paranoia
culture porn
agonized over the details
bird shit on the faded pavement
towering monuments
to our great ambition
reduced to animals quietly fighting over seating arrangements
bring us the beating heart of the lifeless whore
we'll use it for a decoration
There's damage done and being done
what's clear doesn't always sit so well
obscure the facts
soak the cut and dry
learn to love the lies
while we're smashed to shit in this tidal wave of hatred
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City under ice
10:40
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A false sense of security
lulling us to sleep
best to ignore the promise of hope
because optimism is cheap
Now the devil took hold
get used to the cold because he's got us all by the balls
and everybody knows
hoe it goes
everything stops
nothing grows
as we celebrate death in the fall
Spirits sink through uncharted layers of hell
wandering alone and cold
threw our last wish down the well
Smile it's only isolation
in the most unforgiving iteration
breathe out can you see your breath ?
Have you ever even just in jest prayed for death ?
Consistent hue
midnight blue
starlit backdrop overhead
Cycling phrases chatter
the voice in our heads
The sacred and profane
molded by the insane
but nothing ever seems to hide the shame
the saints are dancing
these occult rituals
lighting candles
praying for someone to take the blame
What's it matter ?
This shivering serenade of Febuary
Illusions shatter
This hypothermic parade of misery
Waited hours
for the rain
it all went wrong
Sheets of ice
encase everything
on the street
drizzle down rain
it's still below freezing
still not getting used to natures abuse
Strike with indirect precision
survival is the only aim worth striving for
Just wait it out
just ride it out
while life defrosts
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Cats don’t have souls started off as a minimalist deathrock duo and polluted itself into a drunken and deranged sound experimental prog obsessed entity with a personality disorder. Please be considerate of others and don't play this too loud.
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