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Shipwreck
00:58
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Icarus
03:33
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Everytime I stop to think maybe I'm not a failure
A flip's switched in my noggin that tells me to try again
Skybound I break the speed of sound and fall back down
And pound the ground and superglue the pieces back together
I'm going to fly right into the burning sun
Rise and follow in the footsteps of a wily coyote
Trying cycles of tricycle training wheels that I do not no longer need
This eagle was born to fly free
My name is Icarus
My father Daedalus built me these wax wings
He said, "Son, don't try to fly too high in the sky.
You'll fall into the see and drown."
I fell and scraped my knee in an old Greek tragedy
A labyrinth built for those who are too mino-tarded
To fulfill their own odyssey
I'm going to fly right into the burning sun
Settle for everything and nothing less than my best
Crying out for all the people that I want to leave
But never want to leave behind
Are all my best years passing me by?
I wonder why so many died hearing the sirens sing,
"Oh, darling Icarus, you're not prepared for this."
Give in to the sea and drown
If losers never win, then I'll choose to sink or swim
Where every anyone else can see as I fail spectacularly
I'm flying in the burning sun
Shining through all the light
Because my name is Icarus
I never pictured this
I'm floating on wax wings
And this warmth I've never felt will cause my wings to melt
I finally feel I'm free falling
I'm drowning
Into the sea
That's where I'll be
Don't try and find me
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3. |
Hate in the Name of Love
02:55
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Are you a high priest of the victim cult
Where freedom screeches to a halt
Where you'll never be made to feel at fault for your sad and lonely life
Take a nap, you look tired
Have a snack, maybe a cup of coffee
Catch your breath, try to meditate
Cuz life in America is pretty great
If the whole world sucks then we suck the least
At least you can find inner peace
In the hive mind of human kind
We teach self hate and worthless disasturbation
Precious snowflakes flailing down
Led by lying leaders in paper crowns
Preaching hate in the name of love
Shooting every star in the sky above
In a race of equal expectations the slowest always wins
Two steps forward and three steps back
Defenseless on the attack
Running home crying to Mommy and Daddy
Straight white male cisgender scum are here to ruin our anti-fun
If only we could stick them all in concentration camps
Everything would be so great
We'll all learn to self segregate
So walk your walk and talk your talk as heads roll off the chopping block
I sentence everyone but me to death by diversity
Hush, take a xanax
I got them from my legal drug dealer
Everyone's entitled to a therapist with your friendly neighborhood satanist
An apple a day keeps God away
Nature's gonna be just ok
If the hive mind could be boiled alive
Soilent slurpees with no need for mastication
Sauced and seasoned, no use for a name
Racial figment of pigment will all taste the same
Cooking up hate in the name of love
Come on everybody lets smell the glove
Nothing really matters when black paint splatters
And cops still keep their jobs
Everybody knows that Mommy knows best so lets burn down a CVS
Social justice is all about free sneakers
America's a riot
Maybe I should just keep quiet
Cuz nobody wants to hear from a non-binary gender-queer
L-G-B-T-C-U-N-T-S-J-W-I-C-U-P-B-I-N-G-O
And bingo was his name-O!
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4. |
Clocktower
00:56
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5. |
Buckets of Honey
04:03
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I don't know a thing about anything
There is a time and place for you to do all those things
Those thoughts
Those dreams you've always wanted to do you ever find yourself
Failing, failure, phallus
A sty of stinking butt-puss clouds your vision and your rationale
And now its the time, the place, to feel and fill
Fulfill facials all around
Spaff and spunk going down
I'm shy, not a clever guy
A ginormous bundle of lies who'll blow anyone that he's asked to
And I've always wanted to die falling out of an airplane
Drowning in a bucket of honey
Ay, there's the rub
Do you prefer subs of dubs?
I can't really decide
Always subzero heroes will come to save the day
Of judgement is drawing near
Hakuna Matata
Here, I'm high
Perineums flying by beer battered, buttered, and fried
With everything smothered in smegma
You'll see overflowing penis envy while we drown in buckets of honey
So dive, dive once more into the sea now
Bring a towel
I've been coming for centuries of madness
See what men see
I gee-guess-whiz I don't know and I don't really mind
That all you motherfuckers here, each one of you will die
Looking for a reason just to fie, exist, and suck off on the world
Like a dried up withered dick-tit
So dive, dive once more into the sea now
Baby shower
I've been coming for seasons of sadness
Sea of man-sea
Eden after the battle, when all holes are torn
Phoenician creation, my starchild's reborn
Again and again, stalling for what might never not come
Upon all ye angels
My ass is the sun
Cuz I've always wanted to die falling out of an airplane
Drowning in a bucket of honey
You'll see overflowing penis envy while we drown in buckets of honey
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6. |
Lighthouse
01:04
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