1. |
Uhhhhpocalypse
02:02
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short on sleep + mostly restless
it's far too late to mention breakfast
you gotta box fulla alla yr shit
you got nothing to do with any of it
so
shut yr facehole you stupid dick
make a sandwich made with my two fists
hope yr pants split
fuck you, you get the drift
bet you'll die just waitin' for apocalypse
everybody just waitin' for apocalypse
short on sleep + mostly restless
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2. |
Get Shallow
01:21
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dying to die / living to die
please don't make me try this time
kept my eyes on the prize +
my nose to the grindstone
coughs heavy / lungs sore
eyes still high blown
sewn every bit of it that
able men could reap
took a drink + spit it
all over every single thing
we're in too deep
get shallow
why don't you go play
my new favorite song +
turn it up 'cause we can't
stand the silence
i know, i know it's been so long
but it'll kill it if it feels like we're trying
we're in too deep
get shallow
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3. |
Yr A System
01:06
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fuck yr:
guns / freedom
yr a system all your own
fuck yr:
fun / boredom
get the fuck out of my zone
grow a pair / cut it off
cut it out or go home
yr the killer
yr the victim
just a system
all yr own
fuck your:
fun / boredom
get the fuck out of my zone
get the fuck out of my fucking zone
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4. |
The Bike Song
02:12
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yr bike ripped my pants
now we know nothing lasts
it gets worse here while we wait
the ambulances echo down
the caverns of this stupid town
surprised i find i'm feelin' super great
yr a monster
yr a sleaze
yr an origami
kamikaze cheat
yr a bad dream, coked out
praying for the come down
lost in thoughts like ships get lost sea
we were told but we didn't listen
we're so wrong but we keep wishin'
since simple minds make
dumb mistakes +
breaking up is hard to take
well let's agree to disagree +
fuckin' break
break it off
lists are superficial
fiscal cliffs are superstitions
money's nothing
money's god + so are we
idly twiddling thumbs like useless bums
+ thinking loudly that the universe
revolves around our fucking needs
i don't need nothin'
don't need no friends
i don't need food
i don't need you
i'm fuckin' set
you can find me at the bottom of the lake too late
i had this working heart you had to fuckin' break
break it off
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