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R.S.V.P.
04:36
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Got a body full of big schemes
Do graffiti on a little heart
Blitzkrieg any dull scene
And smash cut to the visceral part
You bought your face on the interwebs
Put some thoughts in your shopping cart
I close the cover, strike gently
And set the Quinnipiac on fire
I find loopholes like a lawyer, baby
Settle with the loan sharks
I think the coach wants to bench me
And get me chauffered in a cop car
But those tanks inflate me
Those scowls elate me
Did you R.S.V.P.?
We brought balloons, now announce the war
Have you R.S.V.P.'d?
Got blood full of big dreams
I see your little hands stretching
I think I've seen you in a catalogue
Bought the t-shirt, don't know one song
Skimmed Kant, spoke confidently
Me too, bub, I don't judge
I find loopholes like a lawyer, baby
Hit me with another good punch
If I were you I'd wanna end me
Got green little jellyfish thoughts
But those tanks inflate me
Those scowls elate me
Did you R.S.V.P.?
My head just said au revoir
Have you R.S.V.P.'d?
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2. |
Sophomores
04:30
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My folks are gone
C'mon over to my kingdom
Corrode my bones with saccharine kisses
Taste the freedom
When I fetter your wrists
Take my petulance, go on and hiss
Shake the rattle with reckless abandon
Soft skin turns to slippery scales
You said you wanted this
Wanted to shake, shake, sugar
Said you wanted this
Wanted to hang, hang, honey
I wouldn't do it
Heaven can wait for a human like you
But you heed no warning
No you never do that
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words will be your end
Will you be my enemy?
I'm tired of having friends
Pick carnivorous flowers along Vine St.
And I'll choke you out with consent
Find Jesus fondling an angel in the foyer
I tried to say goodbye but you already left
And I do not approve of the happenings here
But my wisdom is unwanted, unwelcome
I told you once, I told you twice
Baby, don't touch the stove
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3. |
Womb
03:28
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Growing stranger, day by day
The crooked tree you used to climb
See my limbs, hang from them
Snap my branches
The dirt will break your fall
Growing louder, hour by hour
Grey lips emit a desperate roar
Hear my hunger, attend to it
If you ignore me
I'll put you on my list
Growing smaller, tick tick tock
My skull has sprouted cackling thorns
See my petals?
Rip them from my skin
Leave them scattered
To find your way back home
Stuck inside a sonograph
I am disappeared within the womb
I don't need to say a thing
Blanketed in satin soma
Take my memory
It's what you're owed
It's the least that I can do
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4. |
Mirroreyes
04:02
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I consult your mirror eyes
I command you twist the truth
Like contortionist
Lest I shed one vengeful tear
And pummel you to piles of sparkling shards
You know your place
It's any goddamn where you choose
You will swing from chandeliers
Shoot your cuffs, kid
And crash Italian cars
I'd tell you to go to Hell
But I never want to see you again
You think you're so goddamn slick
But, boy, I've got your number
How I long to grip that tragic face
And mold it like clay
Deflecting every compliment
Cause you know something's left
To be desired
We saunter screen to screen
Projecting as we please
They'll prostrate their selves at our feet
And lace our goddamn shoes
We demand awards
For our tales from this timely war
The truth's inconsequential
Cause they soften its sharp edges
I'd tell you to go to Hell
But I never want to see you again
You think you're so goddamn slick
But, boy, I've got your number
How I long to grip that tragic face
And mold it like clay
Deflecting every compliment
Cause you know something's left
To be desired
We will be staples of fevered dreams
Residency in the gossip rags
Make it sexy just for me
I refuse to share
I wanna gouge your mirror eyes
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5. |
Louvre
04:00
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Hollow fortunes fade in time
All empires fall but I want mine
Condescend from towers high
And rot inside this gilded life
Stately postures, branded lies
My grin's betrayed by empty eyes
Chained within these towers high
To rot inside this gilded life
On the day of execution
Hang me in the Louvre
Watch as criticized turn to critics
Put my ill mind onto your stick
Watch as criticized turn to critics
Make papa proud
Storm my fortress, hungry hoards
Repeal my laws, impeach your god
Claim my post in towers high
And rot inside my gilded life
When the kingdom's crumbling down
I don't feel much of anything
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6. |
I D F w A1
03:10
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Please avert your gaze
I have been assaulted
By unbridled joy
I recuse myself
But in time I'll be working the case
Must be fun for you, baby
I'm anesthetized
And my supper's getting cold
I've got a seat at the table
But all this conversation's dull
(cause)
I don't fuck with anyone
But you
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7. |
Balloonhead
04:28
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I got high before my
Daughter's 7th birthday party
I absently inflated
A flock of red balloons
I hung the piñata, I saw my body
Children, gather round
I exited early
I put my headshots in the glovebox
I go to California
I will be big in Japan
I've been sleeping
I've been dreaming of what I'm owed
Put it on my head
Put the crown on my head
I want things I have not seen yet
I live out of my motel
I do not see my face on TV
I speak to dazzling stars
I dress up when I stay in
I slept through casting
I dreamt of carpets red as blood
Give me my crown
Jesus, give me my crown
Is it a bird?
Is it a plane?
No!
It's Balloonhead
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8. |
Sucker
04:37
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Lover, lover, you're like no other
I'd like to discover the god that made
You so damn enthralling
You got me caterwauling
Your satin skin is calling
Now I can't think
When you move your hips
It's like voodoo
I thought I was empty but who knew?
That all I needed
Was one like you
You sing your song
And it's so sweet
It always brings me to my knees
Don't go, baby, please
Holy lover, my fever dream
Like no other affair I have encountered
Bloodsucker, I can't sleep
Without you baby, so come to me
You little fucker, I've gone under
I think I've uncovered the one that made
You so tantalizing, cruel yet satisfying
I think I could die in
The warmth of your catacomb
I think I'm going insane
Voice in my brain
It's always saying it's gonna all be okay
I'm on my way, I'm speeding
In need of your healing
To caress my achy bones
Lover, I'm such a mess
So take off your cellophane dress
Holy lover, my fever dream
Like no other affair I have encountered
Bloodsucker, I can't sleep
Without you, baby, so come to me
My darling is calling
And for your touch I'm appalling
A fate so sealed, it's plain to see
How much you mean to me
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9. |
Kingbaby
03:32
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I am the only conscious being
God made the stars to shine just for me
And with each sun's rise I cry
I raise my fist up to the heavens
And punch a hole right through the sky
For a king, every train runs on time
Diamonds shine in the sanctum of my mind
I'm sorry if you think I'm impolite
BUt why should I ask permission
When everything I see is mine?
The truth lacerates like a knife
But blanketed in dream it's alright
Somebody cut these big harsh lights
So I can shine, I have arrived
My whispers send tsunamis to the shore
I'll start a thousand forest fires
If it'll keep my cute ass warm
I'm sorry about the blood, about the gore
I'm so sorry about the world wars
I'm so sorry I got bored
When I awake I grant you life
So I'm sorry when I shut my eyes
You disintegrate and die
I had a bone to pick with Father Time
So I plotted his demise
And went to bed with his dear wife
The truth lacerates like a knife
But blanketed in dream it's alright
Somebody cut these big harsh lights
So I can shine, I have arrived
I'm King Baby
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10. |
Shut Up
04:16
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I'm just a splinter nestled in your fingertip
I color every touch
I'm just an earworm, a melody echoing
Made of words you won't recall
I'm the opinion dressed up as a big bad law
Fix up and fall in line
I think it's time for me to...
I think it's time to...
I am the righteous asserting I'm above it all
While my pores are seeping spite
I am the idol. bestow on me your sacrifices
So I can sew some anecdotes
I am the privilege poking fun at each marked cause
I'm immune to all your plights
I think it's time for me to...
I think it's time to...
Sterilize the needle
Grab that thread, mama
Put my lips to bed
I don't regret what I said
It was all I had left!
So tell me who's your favorite douchebag?
Is it me?
I think it's time for me to...
I think it's time to...
Ignite every firework
Pop the red balloons
I've been a real rotten rascal of a boy
For one too many quip
The boss gets clipped
Cease and desist my noise
I wanna be free
I think it's time for me to...
I think it's time to...
Shut up.
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