1. |
CYBORG RULE
01:28
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buried tool in the backyard
in case time comes to play hard
body confused digs paradise
up from under the pool
bring on the cyborg rule
that rock sparkling on her finger
rock with the burning plastic smoke
on mirrors has to linger
take you through years of setbacks
depressed in seasons of fall
through green emergency rooms
where they think they've seen it all
by the ports of the country
or by some inner time warp
horizons seen when you're being pulled apart
by a black hole
at night i laid awake
i had a daydream
that the next day
would be a nightmare
i can not compete with much rhyming
they say it all comes down to timing
so keep this in mind while you're writhing
if i see you off beat i will chime in
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2. |
COLD GODLY HOUR
01:32
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avoid the cloying softness
life of a loaf
shooting video and
shoot dope show
she screamed
are you trying to kill me
cause i cleaned
the bleach off
with cold bleach
fall from the hundred thirty second floor
what are you here for
sat slumped in the swings
til the sky went sour
return return
return godly hour
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3. |
SPINAL FRAGMENTS
01:28
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between this and that
the difference is
when they get to talking
about the differences
i get violent
breaking backs on my knee
fluids brew the sleep tea
calcium is the cream
marrow to make it sweet
been caught with
a smoking lung
bite my tongue
let it bleed
had it clipped
so i could feed
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4. |
VELVETEENA
01:38
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Velveteena
Polly o
Why do you
Scinitillate so
I cannot we must not question
With every second
Scotoma grows
These flashing lights
My Blinded pose
I cannot we must not question
Why do we do this
Why are we human
Why consummate
What's all-consuming
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5. |
IN SEARCH OF
00:49
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LLAP
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6. |
PERVERSE VERSE
01:44
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she's embarrassed to be seen with me
but secretly it turns i'm greased and wound up tightly
my scent is offensive
a beacon to the other undesirables and that is how i'll reel them in
blood soaked jean leg
management is onto me i'm staring down their barrel eye
blood on the sidewalk
flattering mug shot
i made it i made it
pissed my way down
the live stream won't stop
perverse chorus
on bed of wood chips
roof a beaver board slat
i’m gonna lay here until
the next original thought
perverse verse
perverse chorus
gonna shell out to the next one
who'll volunteer for us
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7. |
JAMPACKING
01:48
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start from a standstill
the bloodspill when i dip my quill
choke on a mouthful of cinnamon
amen i'm finished
ex-human exhumed from the pet cemetery
i'm scarier than a werewolf or thriller
beat my chest like gorilla
look up out the casket
you see my face through the bottom of your glass kid
on coasters the host with the most parasites
now let's toast
to us
jampacking i am cracking up for size
fist deep in the crackerjacks and still no surprise
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8. |
EAR OF THE BULL
01:42
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Pseudo psycho sexpot sexless bleeding dickhead unprotected on meds flat chested Motörhead groupie group home escapee from juvey
All my love and all my pleasure never measure up my cup's a sinkhole your love is a drop of blood on the end of a sickle
Sick in my cell you can see how well I have maintained this illicit pain I elicit gains pack on the mainframe I'm growing faster than your frame rate
Edge of the sky take a nose dive don't know why
Don't ask why
Molest yourself best when depressed in various states of undress scum manifest lest we forget I give up now I don't know
What do I get
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9. |
I PUT A GHOST IN YOU
01:27
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if you're seeing faces thinking they belong to me
if you turn the corner find yourself on my street
if you see a floating head with no body
i put a ghost in you
i set the gold standard
i set the sun and raise the planets
that's about as far as my righteousness goes
if you knew how i've studied your every move you'd know
i'm not afraid to punish your transgressions no
i put a ghost in you
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10. |
PUSHPIN
01:45
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followed the school of little thought
while the economy was crashing
i had a pint of MDMA
i kept on laughing
she had a stripper's bathing suit
she said have i got a present for you
and dreamt the woman on a train
chained to the outside
i threw a plate across the kitchen
it broke on the wall
i lost my balance on the platform
saw the fourth dimension
stuck a pushpin in my forehead
to help me relax
i said i remember you from back when
you worked here in 97
you made us sleep in the hallway then
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11. |
A HELL KNIFE
01:58
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grab a hell knife
cut real deep
didn't know she's
been through things you'll never understand
with this blade cut off the puppet's hands
who now responds to only basic commands
watch me make this motherfucker dance
i'm burning up pissing on shitting out you're dead without a doubt
burning out pissing up shitting on you're dead without a doubt
cutting up burning down shitting out you're dead without a doubt
burning pissing on shitting out you're dead
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12. |
USED TO BE A MAN
01:41
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used to be a man
you can ask stats can
named after alien
uncut from the same clan
used to be a woman
dyed in the wool
wearing the sweater
that i was sheared for
there's no going back
to unwrap the chest
unpacking clapping you on the back
a two-handed shoulder slap
is some kind of welcome back
to life as a welcome mat
in the middle of the path
that's when everything went black
and i prefer it like that
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