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Hatesong
00:59
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I WANNA DIE
i wanna hang with u tonight
dont u wanna start a fight
with zachs large dick
HATE HATE WE R HATE
U USE US TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOURSELVES
AND THE OTHERS AROUND U
LIL DO U KNO UR DECIDING YOUR FATE
(self indulgent blabber)
na na na na na na na na na
HATE HATE WE R HATE
U USE US TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOURSELVES
AND THE OTHERS AROUND U
LIL DO U KNO UR DECIDING YOUR FATE
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Breaking down walls hidden in the cage of my thighs
You laid me down and let your forked tongue seek mine(2x)
You said "doesn't have to mean anything
We can interchange our saliva and forget about our spirits"
I said, "since you mean everything I want to feel you, and I'd love to feel your scales"
I want your seemingly cold flesh to take what belongs to it, and I want to
See your face long enough to see an abyss that used to be home to me
What is this flood doin' in my head?
I hope it's just the fact this feels dead
Last time this happened you and I both know
You fell and broke the last remnant of your soul
What now? Your tears encased my pillow and cursed my nights to be swallowed by pain
I told you, fuck I told you I'm evil and ruthless and won't stop until you hate me
So go now, let your instincts control you and let snakes of all sizes inside that well
I'll be here, page after page of the same story so that you'd lay
Crumbling innocence
Blood, sweat, cum
for nothing
What is this flood doin' in my head?
I hope it's just the fact this feels dead
Last time this happened you and I both know
You fell and broke the last remnant of your soul
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3. |
I Have No Clue
03:42
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She pierces through my skin
With her boring cheap exchange
Surrounded by a crowd of acquaintances I know
She's just being polite
Actress I can see
That you forgot your lines
That's ok that's ok that's ok
I forgot to give you my number last time
Your quite the catch aren't you?
I'm distracted by the scent of your perfume
Realizing I've been complacent all my life
Only makes me suffocate faster
When it comes to introspection,
I've always been quite the coward
Damn You Really Smell Good
Aroma desolation
Smells like death
Aroma desolation
Get away
I can feel your breath
It's a fabrication of
Emotions that you felt with your last boyfriend
Call it love you'll still suffer
Whatever, friendly snake
Wrap around this conversation
Your ignorance reminds me of only only only only me
You're quite the catch aren't you
I'm distracted by the scent of your perfume
Realizing I've been complacent all my life
Only makes me suffocate faster
When it comes to introspection
I've always been quite the coward
Damn You Really Smell Good
Aroma desolation
Smells like death
Aroma desolation
Get away
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4. |
A Letter to Seamonsters
05:07
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When I fell into a void
Your arms were wide open
I felt the sharp embrace
Of a broken leviathan
You were an airborne actress
I was a fiction-formed sympathist
There was a well-grounded architect
That broke me
My family never came to this masquerade in shame
I thought of sending myself aflame
As you caress my face
I never thought I'd break skin again
Until the day I was proclaimed dead
I really hate this
Maybe if I peeled off my face and Charged the muscles in my cheek
With every lie I ever said
The complexion would match the trend
You were an airborne actress
I was a fiction-formed sympathist
There was a well-grounded architect
That broke me
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5. |
Kill All Your Friends
03:29
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lets talk about the fact u just through my cards away
strip poker nd alchemy to blind a fellow with lace
i saw your face, broke away then watched you all decay
im tired of ur oVERBEARING PERSONALITY
BUUUUUURN
I WANT U DEAD
UUUU
MADE MY DICK CHAFE
o dear o my its me i see a BUCKET OF UR FRIENDS
COVERED IN BLACK TAR
entrails r seeping out my stomach
I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT
u say its rly good for me but i know its never worth it
ur all such nice shadows shadows SHADOWS
i knew this was gonna hurt
i KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HURT
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