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1.
Loser 03:22
Questioning my own beliefs And everything I used to pride myself on I’ve been rejected By my mirror image, Used to be so kind to me And now what is reflected Is only my enemy Only my enemy Chorus: Do I even care anymore? Do I even know who I am? Does anyone understand? No shit, I think I’m losing my mind Losing my mind Staring into blank space ‘Cause I don’t wanna lose face In this staring contest with myself Wondering who will win Is half the fun, the other half Is knowing that I’ll always lose I’ll always lose Chorus Questioning my own beliefs Because of something that you said to me Something I heard Your music mirrors my beliefs only if I change them And yet I still so worship you Now… I wanna be like you!
2.
iloveyou 02:05
I love you. These words should not elicit frantic, heart-wrenching, terrifying thoughts of lost masculinity and withered social graces. I love your stupid teeth and your stupid hair and your stupid smile. What else is there? I love you. Write me something to write home about, weary traveler. I am the mermaid on the rocks and you're just trying to get yours off, while I pray my song pulls you in and makes you stay but there is beauty in defeat and there is beauty in you and me and fuck, fuck, fuck, Fuck me, please, until I'm sore.
3.
on your sea, i saw the face of the protagonist frankly, i was disappointed by the sheer lack of hubris if i was in his position i'd be so much happier but instead i'm left here wishing i was the sailor i've got bigger and better sails than he, but i can't catch the wind and though i caught your eye, i remember it first belonged to him i've got a score to settle with the mirror, when i raise my fists it fights back to back, heart attack, and god's not on on my side on your sea, i got sick you turn me inside out what was once dismissed with a blush i feel the need to shout i'm confessing all my sins sanitizer keeps my hands clean i'm not asking for applause just be my blow job queen chorus i am the pirate i've accepted my place you are a pirate with a tendency to masquerade he sees right through you, and he doesn't care i see right through you and assert that life's not fair i am the pirate so get the hell out of my way you are a pirate with a tendency to masturbate he says he loves you, and i can't compete he's a sailor, he's a man of faith, he's better than me
4.
I never got to meet the professor who died and left me his books handwritten notes stuffed in the margin are all that is left of a seemingly eccentric man I mean, I’m sure he had a family but I can’t even recall his name he was dead to me before I knew him brought together by fate or my mother’s decision TURN OFF YOUR BRAIN I’ll probably never meet the man who changed my life at fourteen and, really, that’s okay ‘cause all he could do is disappoint me I don’t wanna think about his family or the way my tongue rolled over his name I was nothing to him like great scholars before brought together by the magazines made for little girls TURN OFF YOUR BRAIN I’ll probably never get over what you did Even though it was a million years ago because I’ll never do that ever again your place in my spine shall remain sacred TURN OFF YOUR BRAIN I’ll never get to know the girl whose face is vaguely familiar I guess I’m responsible I participated, I was vulgar I’ll never get to know that girl ‘cause she disappeared that night in the rain you told me to just drive home the cross broke off my sarcophagus, was it fate? and the flowers grow from where he was buried and you pluck them during the on-season and the weeds grow from where our love was buried i stomp them out 'cause salvation's a fairy tale for the weak-minded and that's why i'm a WASTE kid
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John 03:41
Look at who's playing the hero Are we meant to deceive? I don't know But if it's something ingrained in our brains, human nature Well, then sir you are greatly adept Don't blame me, for all of this Sinners come in all shapes and sizes You may wish to bury the past, but don't be surprised if it comes to back to bite you in the ass, I'm warning you So you're either with me or not You're either true or your false It's necessary to get what I need It's not about life right now It's not about me It's about principle Don't pass judgment too quickly, John I'm aiming to achieve revolution And if that's something you can't comprehend, I'm sorry It's not senseless violence or just good ol' fun The world will have changed when this is done Chorus John Demons litter your body like cigarette butts on the highway demons litter the streets like vagabonds using useless excuses to keep leeching on Demons litter your body like Bud Light bottles on the highway Demons litter the streets like hipsters content to disobey their fathers
6.
Sequestered in my knowledge that we’re all the same And if no one’s figured it out, what hope do I have? We’re all building spiderwebs Intricate and sticky, but ultimate ly meant to be torn down by the ladders others carry around We’re all lying to ourselves And we all know it, but we don’t care Human nature seems to prevail… “I’m so attracted to your hell” And this thing between my legs is the reason as far as I can tell as far as you can tell too ooh-ooh And this thing that takes up my head Is just space, I’m in the clouds I’m looking for a ladder to bring me down I just bring you down There’s nothing up here, there’s nothing up here there’s nothing up there! but you’re so insistent It’s suspicious and I’m so resistant it’s suspicious They’re just building spiderwebs Hoping to attract stupid insects Take your so-called enlightenment And I’ll take my pseudo-misanthropic stance We’re all lying to ourselves And we all know it, but we don’t care Human nature seems to prevail… and we don’t stand a chance
7.
Turtles 04:07
The chair is checkered its fabric, tattered the man in it hasn’t moved in weeks His tele- vision long out-of-date bunny ears and jerry springer he likes to call it faith his wife tends to him and she’s conflicted he’s either a fool, a martyr or both and she’s still just a woman I’m meant for something more, he cries I’m meant for not fire, not ice ghosts don’t exist, but my past is filled with them so bring me my beer as I waste away here I'm meant for something more The innocent are just a myth perpetuated by the twisted old folk in order to set ambience for their stories It’s awfully gory it’s terribly grotesque that bastards are bastards no matter their age made an sos sign with blue acrylic paint Their parents fight and they cry at night but protective services and ritalin couldnt take back their fucking fates I’m meant for something more, he cries I’m meant for not fire, not ice ghosts don’t exist, but my past is filled with them so bring me my beer as I waste away here I'm meant for something more Slow and steady wins the race His wife checks his pulse two times in the night and once after toast when he’s finally gone she feels no remorse takes her vitamins, prays and finishes up her chores Im meant for something more, he cries I’m meant for something, not fire, not ice ghosts don’t exist, but my past is filled with them I’m oh-so-devout, I’ve figured everything out so bring me my beer as I waste away here
8.
I can do what I want to I could figure you out I could easily destroy you But that would mean getting off of this couch There are wheels on the pavement There’s blood on the road And I’m completely content Knowing that there’s stuff that I’ll never know There are liars on display Martyrs for pathetic causes I said my piece but I’ll stay I don’t acknowledge them so why count my losses? I can do what I want to Using government-supplied needles I can sleep in a haystack Because last month I was evicted There are wheels on the pavement But I can’t hear a sound (I can’t hear a sound) There are things that you’re saying But I’ve learned not to get my hopes up I’ve always said that disappointment lurks around every corner maybe that’s why in my life I travel in a straight line but there are some cons to adhering to the beaten path first and foremost you’re always the first to be beaten down I can do what I want to I can do what I want to I can do what I want to I can do what I want to That’s what my parents said
9.
Ghosts 02:39
Sit down in your easy chair Sit your sorry ass right there I got a lot to say, just like any woman Sit down in your easy chair Sit your sorry ass right there I got a lot to say, and like any man, you’d rather walk away Are you really that desperate for a ghost? Tell me what it is you want the most You hold me close, you hold me like you know I’m gonna die Maybe it’s easier when you control goodbye Are you really that desperate? Sit down, too drunk you can’t stand up Is the room spinning, is it the pub? I got a lot to say, but I threw up instead Sit down, too drunk you can’t stand up Is the room spinning, is it the bud? I got a lot to say, but instead I got in your bed Are you really that desperate for a ghost? Tell me what it is you want the most It’s like heaven’s close, and I can touch it if only I try Maybe it’s easier to tell myself these stupid lies Am I really that desperate?

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generation no Waco, Texas

"you must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;
how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?"
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