1. |
Another Bastard Day.
02:21
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Another bastard day,
having laid waste,
right in front of me,
what a sad sight to see,
but now the night is young,
And now I’ve found someone,
but no it’s not no lady,
it’s in this bottle next to me.
See, Liquor runs right through my blood,
and cowardice in this acid tongue,
so don’t ask me to help you out,
when I can’t even seem to help myself.
Now I’m 21, so let’s up and have some fun, see I can legally drink myself into the ground way below my feet.
And I’m a sinner’s son, oh nothing left but a smoking gun, with no dreams left in this broken town, such a mess for me to clean up.
Just another kid,
stuck frozen,
10 toes in,
the liquor cabinet,
with no management,
and filled with damages,
but I say fuck it,
See Now I’m 21, might fuck around and have some fun, in hopes to overcome this feeling of being absolute scum.
And I’m a sinner’s son, oh nothing left but a smoking gun, in this broken town, with no dreams and no schemes to fucking play out.
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2. |
Hellbound Kids.
02:24
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In this lifetime,
We were just kids,
A generation made,
Of styrofoam and plastic,
with our doubts endowed,
and hearts left imbalanced.
Carvings on the tree,
starving for company,
hauntings of the free,
Chemtrails rain down on me,
losing all sanity,
vacated bodies.
A generation of ghosts,
when left alone we’re less alone,
a bloodied people born
in the contamination zone
A bunch of Hellbound kids,
walking around this,
Chemical town drowning,
in the mist.
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3. |
Girl in Silk.
04:05
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Girl in silk, take off your disguise,
Your animal furs won’t hide your lies,
I see the world straight through your eyes,
I see your world, and I want to hide.
See, I don’t idolize your shitty way of life,
Don’t try and talk to me unless you want to apologize.
Your fast fashion ain’t so cute,
And neither is the conceited form of you,
So fuck you and your youth,
How can I trust anyone after you.
Girl you
Turned me rabid, animalistic
I’m a creature right there at your door,
And I’m hunting for you,
I’m coming for you.
5 star family, your side of the line already fucked the poor plenty,
All those missionary trips won’t cover your hate baby.
So don’t hide the truth, in your eyes I’m way under you,
Novelty of the poor, I was cool for a month or two,
Until you grew bored, until I became a chore in your eyes,
Accessory of the poor, what a sad sight to see.
Oh who the fuck am I,
Another lonely soul to criticize,
There’s not a much on my side,
Except a heart that’s of size.
Despite you doing me wrong.
Hence why I wrong this song.
Seems I can’t move on,
Turned me into an animal,
Made me hostile,
Turned me into no-one.
Now where do I go from here,
Turned into a deer in headlights,
Now I feel victimized.
Under these streetlights,
Fuck you and your peace signs.
All that deceit that lies in your eyes.
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4. |
The End of Everything.
03:05
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Here I am,
in my chateau,
dancing with,
losing it,
with your shadow.
Basking in
this feeling
of being alone,
see,
when those lights go out lights grow dim,
I can’t help but notice,
that the end is in focus.
It’s the end of everything,
the end of everything.
It’s the end of everything,
the end of everything,
we were two children with our faces painted
had on rose tinted glasses,
glass half full how we saw shit,
now we can’t s solve it.
trouble staying unavoided, oh lord.
Oh what a chore,
to go through another night,
to live out another lie,
while our tears lie on the floor.
Settle the score,
I get mine, you get yours,
for that, honey, I’m sure.
It’s the end of everything,
Welcome to the end,
Well I get mine you get yours
for that honey I’m sure,
it’s the end of the world as we know it.
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The only holy power is in the family liquor cabinet,
I’m dancing with a broken candlestick
I’m dancing with a witch,
She doesn’t know my name,
But she does bear my shame,
Bare knees to close to the flame,
Life crooked and way out of frame.
I am submerged in substances,
I’m on some other shit,
with these sunken eyes I sit,
as I up and change with the seasons.
I let go,
I feel my brain bleeeding,
not long ago,
I abandoned all my reasons,
became paralyzed to my own feelings,
blood moon skies it seems the canine’s still teething.
Where do you think I go when,
the lights all seem to grow dim,
when even that night seems to turn in,
the moon stares at me and asks for forgiveness.
but I dont even notice,
No I can’t even focus, I don’t like to say shit,
whiskey stains all soaked in.
all of my tattered clothing.
Might fuck around, and die tonight,
but tomorrow morning, I’ll be alright
Submerged in substances,
I’m on some other shit,
with these sunken eyes I sit,
as I change with all these seasons.
You don’t even know how I’m feeling,
So hush kid don’t you dare say shit,
don’t stigmatize and call me an addict,
Call satan If you need another fix
call up satan if you need a fix,
the plague of the nation is crystalized,
in stigmatization.
W hat are you willing to surrender,
to get any better.
What are you willing to surrender,
to get any better.
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Who would’ve thought that,
5 years ago,
I’d lay
somewhere in my brain rot,
stone-faced sitting on a rock,
Thinking about the world,
And if it were going to end,
Over some girl,
And the words she used to lend.
She introduced me to love,
Jumpstarted my heart and then,
left it unplugged.
Now I’m outside the local mart and,
Thinking about some paradise,
About the beauty found in other people’s lives,
But that ain’t me cuz,
Finding concrete is the only scenery beside me,
And I don’t got any family behind me.
Nobody’s behind me.
So I take it in,
Another broken person,
Writing these lines from the worst in him.
He finds the worst in him is highlighted,
Highlights, bunch of lost fights,
Bukowski of the East.
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Sunken Eyes Caldwell, New Jersey
Nothing left but a woman and a man and an ocean of spilled blood.
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