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I'm Becca's Friend, Dude
01:45
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My heart is filled with napalm and fire
I am the epitome of danger and desire
Put me to sleep
Oh honey he’s such a snore
Fuck this game
Blow my brains out, baby
Fuck this game
Making a bed you know that isn’t yours
Oh sweetie, tell me how you really feel
I just want to know why are you hurting me
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Columbine Kids
01:52
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I hear the sounds of wild dogs in heat
I wish I was one of them
Out on the town, sporting a stab wound
Pride is the cut that let’s me live
Presidential suites are covered in snakes
Show me Christ’s face in a shit stain
The Virgin Mary is taking selfies and uploads them straight to hell
We laugh in the face of danger, snorting lines of gasoline
Can’t wait to see that smile in that molotov style
Come on baby, you gotta show it to me
We don’t give a fuck
So we fire into the crowd with the new sound
The streets are lined with adrenaline junkies
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3. |
#lust
01:29
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Ride the wave
Keep my head on straight
Ride the wave of my
Psychotic shit show
Plant the seeds
Cuz I don’t want to wait.
I just want to die
Plant the seeds of my discontent
It’s time to rock ‘n’ roll
Ride the line of a darker intent
We’re going to lose control
Lose yourself
Lose your mind
Lose yourself
Losing time
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Live. Laugh. Love. Die.
01:44
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Burn the cat to feel alive
Testament to the Trash Queen
The rabbits keep breeding
But they have no meat
Why do you live?
I don’t know anything else
Why do you laugh?
I don’t know anything else
Why do you love?
I don’t know anything else
Why do you die?
I don’t know anything else
Burn the school with kids inside
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Innocence died at the sight of the first offense
You are guilty, we’re all guilty
Of sweeping under the rug
The skeletons meant for closets
We all see you, you’re so transparent
I will not go back
Marching the lion down the flames of eternity
I know why you
Lost your pretty eyes
Here I stand, humbled at the walls you’ve built
And why you refuse to let me in
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6. |
I'm Nice At Ping Pong
02:52
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Black car out on the curve
Smiles and laughs a jerk and a swerve
Death eating smile, I haven’t been listening
To the shit that you’ve been spitting
Crash and sunk, broke out in a sweat
Humid lakes filled with spite and regret
Skies put to sleep in the social streets
Tucked in tight with amphetamine sheets
Head in hand
Heart in mouth
Fuck the last conscience
Five is grand but seven’s a crowd
The boy cried coward
Lightning bolts are for the birds
I am an old fashioned heart attack
We are the corruption
This is rock ‘n’ roll terrorism
Fell asleep at the wheel
I think I might be dead
Not sure if this is real
Pissing the sheets just so I can feel dead
I’ve been dreaming up the day you suck out my sad, sad life
I’ve been dreaming up the day of bridges burned, singe and frayed
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