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I'm fine. He said I had a silly little emergency.
Implied I might just need some time out of town.
"Sunshine, it's only just the lightest shade of anxiety,"
he sighed. "It's not like you're the type to break down."
Had to comply, let well-wishers be.
Knowing that I only will fix me.
I'll find out why it is she secretly
watching me.
I tried to warn him but I'm always just so misunderstood,
glass-eyed, as though there's something "other" to me.
My guide is hiding in this seasick swirling and so I stood
bedside until it had me feeling creepy.
Night after night, I suppose
after midnight, patterns unfroze.
Comforting fright, vertigoes, when she goes.
Fixated eyes, yellow gown,
sickly moonrise, smoldering frown.
She's in disguise, creeping round,
upside-down.
I cried, imagined how a chamber looks from the other side of bars;
a bride, a canopy, a tired nightgown.
Abide the self-important ostentatious aroma of cigars.
Inside, two tablets and a bed they nailed down.
She spies, whispering replies
to my cries.
As night falls, clawing at walls, she crawls.
Fixated eyes, yellow gown,
sickly moonrise, smoldering frown.
She's in disguise, creeping round,
upside down, round and round.
You told us lies, oh no no no no.
She is too wise not to know!
She hears my cries, weeping.
"Let me go."
Eyes dried, the picture of a righteous creature ecstatic to be free.
My pride is back together and my mind sound.
Deride a remedy they merely cooked up for pacifying me.
Outside, he's struggling to break the door down.
Oh she cries, and I
whisper replies.
Night falls, clawing at walls, I crawl.
Fixated eyes, yellowed gown,
sickly moonrise, smoldering frown.
I'm in disguise, creeping
round and round, upside down.
You told me lies, oh no no no no.
I am too wise not to know!
I hear your cries, reaping
what you sow.
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Loosie
04:20
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Motherfuckers get in my way.
Rubbing me wrong, all in my right-of-way.
Taking a hit is how they pay.
I'm your pusher, and I'm your DEA.
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Now if you wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it
Squeeze your feet in a little mutton suet
Wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it
Wanna get to heaven I'll
Wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it
Squeeze your feet in a little mutton suet
Goin' easy
Now if you wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it
Squeeze your feet in a little mutton suet
Wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it
Wanna get to heaven I'll
Wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it
Squeeze your feet in a little mutton suet
You'll slip right out of the Devil's hand and
Slide right into the promised land
Now if you wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it
Squeeze your feet in a little mutton suet
You'll slip right out of the Devil's hand and
Slide right into the promised land
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Krummhorns
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Gutbot
03:46
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Comes True (feat. Miphy)
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Misgivings
on any normal day
to go on living
to chase them away.
Admitting
it could be okay,
just a slight reeling
to try to convey
the worst thing imaginable
the worst way that it could go
the one thing fathomable
is the worst case scenario.
And once it starts it's non-stop
when there is time to spend
in the idle mind's workshop
worlds come to an end.
Just an extinction level event.
The Devil's playground, it tries to invent
the worst thing imaginable
the worst way that it could go
the one thing fathomable
it's the worst case scenario.
Everything imaginable comes true!!
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