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None More Black
02:43
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I am the pale rat in the litter. Stick out like a sore thumb, but it's all I know. Chewing through the wire, just like the rest. And you know, I don't believe in much. Ringing through my skull, I've been living in the cold. Is there a heaven for the pests, or am I damned to burn in hell. I bank on the slimmest chance when the spring snaps. Was it worth it truly. But it's all I know. Feel it passing through me. To the shit beyond. Darkest depths, everyday, no sunlight. Lowest filth, in the heart, come moonlight.
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Cook The Books
01:50
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Tears steaming on the asphalt, the curb tastes lovely today. Feeling like an earthworm washed out by the rain, cooking in the sun. Never learn my lesson, never learn. Kicking my teeth in. Feet frying on the sidewalk, the light turns, but the car couldn't stop. Rolling through the windshield, and crack my thick skull. Play in my blood-spill.
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Mellow Harsher
02:20
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My mellow harsher. Yeah I keep you to keep me down. It's constant, slow derailment. You're the one switching the tracks. Yeah, you've changed me for the worst. Yeah, you've changed. Fever dream, come undone at the seams. Blessing my heart, and breaking my heart, all at once.
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Hairdresser
02:23
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Phone hanging off the hook, 20 missed calls, I'm drunk again. You just wanted to turn off for one night. It's not too much to ask. But my face is on the floor, full crash. You gave your warning, I choose to ignore every time. You're always right. I feel it in the morning, my throbbing heavy head, and you're there staring daggers. Skin sweating, heart racing, hair standing up on end. You and I standing in our graves.
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I Feel Like Shit
03:17
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Through the mask you see my eyes, but don't recognize, and I wonder why. I could not look you straight, so the balaclava hides me away. Hides me away from you. I could not bare to see you cry, yet here I am, and you're crying. I feel like shit, yeah. There's no free will, cause you're pulling my strings still. Unload the till, I've got pockets to fill. I feel like shit, I feel like shit, unload the till, I've got pockets to fill.
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