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go to sleep
02:26
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my brain feels like it's overloading
and saying, "oh, you think you know self-loathing?"
but i've got great methods of coping, countless bowls i'm smoking
and friends who'll keep me from strolling into traffic
but friends leave and climb up social rungs
and when the smoke hits my lungs
it doesn't take too long till i'm right back at step one
so i will call you every night when i'm freaking the fuck out
you're probably used to it by now
you've probably got your script out:
"so when you go to sleep, they will cleanse you of your sins
they will let you start again, you'll remember all your friends
and all the times that you guys killed or that you spent."
you always had this way with words that got me back into my head
but do i need that?
i don't need that
(but could you please stay on the phone?)
but i guess enough is enough
one more thought before you hung up
you talked about a boy who asked for too much
i didn't fucking listen, i sat and i shrugged
"so when you soon wake up, they will know just what you did
they'll be coming for your head, they will tear your soul to shreds
so i suggest you run and hide while you still can."
maybe not the words i wanted, but i've got this blood on my hands
and i can't clean them
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shady fuckin kid with his hands in his pockets
someone call his mom, he's acting mighty toxic
gonna start a problem and swear he never caused it
shady fuckin kid with a knife in his hand
and he spirals down the drain
no one knows where the trophy son goes
tells a lie to his mom and it's sticking to his teeth
he's haunted by the ghosts and the debts that he owes
could hardly believe the intent to deceive
shady fuckin kid with a nine in his pocket
someone call the cops, he's acting mighty toxic
gonna start a problem and swear he never caused it
shady fuckin kid with his hands on your throat
and we lost him around two years ago
they found a kid shot up and thrown into a manhole
i thought about how you wouldn't shut up on the rides home
you're probably drugged up and sleeping with one eye closed
but what do i know?
you'd sell your soul for a cigarette and dimebag
you're spitting on the respect for you that your friends had
i'd run and tell your folks but they'd say, "oh, that's too bad"
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orange julius erving
03:04
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i brush my teeth until they bleed
is this coming clean?
i roll my eyes, repeat that lie again,
"yea, i'm coming clean"
a new man, a new day
the same plans, same mistakes
this disgrace on my face
will stay until the end of days come
you crash your car into a wall
you say you're nothing
i say, "you're all of everything to me"
a longterm plan: an ampersand
embroidered on a towel in our kitchen
in the light of day, you feel safe to say,
"please stay until the end of days come"
(i did not choose you, i was molded in your form)
(you spat on dirt, i was born, and i've since been bored my whole sad life)
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the light, pt. ii
02:38
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so i'm never going out, glued right to my fucking couch
shit's been streaming from my mouth for awhile now
and everybody's skipping town and everyone who stuck around
is shaking on the comedown
oh god, i want out
apathy, turn your back on me
i refuse to be your casualty
i'm standing on some balcony screaming,
"no capacity for stagnancy"
don't wait for the light
it'll keep you waiting up all night
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take it easy, let it go, hide away where no one knows
it's just a matter of chemicals creating problems within my skull
please just leave me alone, i'll fix myself on my own
please just leave me alone, i wish i could explode
i'll wait outside the pearly gates until you tag along
they'll let me in as your +1 because we both know i'll never make it alone
i'm lying when i say that i can get better by myself
i need you to watch over me and keep me off the shelf
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Mr. Krabs: The one that goes "bee-boo-boo-bop, boo-boo-beep."
Radio DJ: No, man. You're thinking of "bee-boo-boo-bop, boo-boo-bop."
Mr. Krabs: Bee-boo-boo-boo-boo-bop, [Garbly telephone noise] bee-boo-boo-bop, [Garbly telephone noise] boo-boo-bee-bop? [Garbly telephone noise] Not bee-boo-boo-beep? [Garbly telephone noise] Bop? [Garbly telephone noise] Beep? [Garbly telephone noise] Boo-boo-bop? [SpongeBob screams]
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no momentum Poughkeepsie, New York
we have impeccable hygiene
curt - guitar
dan - bass/vox
kelly - vox/guitar
marty - drums/vox
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