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Roses for Darth Vader
02:17
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Catching whiffs of the river bank
There were moments where fear had seemed to grip me
That I’d see the devil-faces of my old friends beneath me
Between
Thrashed decks of skateboards we would ride
And overgrown bushes where we used to
Hide
Vader, point that death star laser
At my teeth and pull
The trigger
Oh please, end my misery
Wishes in a fishbowl
Scooping hands of filth and sin
Collect cuts in your mouth
So the germs can get in
And nothing left the next day but a mask
Hanging from the straps on the back of the branch of the tree
Outside your window
Oh, Oh, Oh, [Screams]
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Kitty kitty cat, Kitty kitty cat, won't you run faster and not look back?
Strip the branch as you trip, and uh
squeeze hard 'til you reach the pit
and the juice bleeds out all down your wrists
and the dirt sticks to the sticky spots
and the trees grow out your hands
when you're dead in the forest, and I stand above you, with my axe
Kitty kitty cat, "is that you?" I wonder
frolic in the mint that grows behind the dumpster
you're dead in the forest and you've got to hell and I'll
surf the lava on my turtle shell
from Nintendo in my basement
cops are coming to get me, be patient
to grate me to goo on the pavement
when you're dead in the forest and I've got no backup plan
[Indecipherable screaming, something about "you'll never get/take my brain"]
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
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Fox
02:32
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On the riverbank of the Fox,
Painted only by onyx and moonlight
I made you cry of helplessness, dark distain, and despair
A bruised crime unforgiven by my conscious
Tear stains (that) only the park bench will know fell from pale soft skin
(It’s so easy to slip into old comforts)
I held close to my face
You held me only ‘cuz you were alone
You were fascinated with me
I showed you that I disagreed with your imagination
Ruin the dream, Spoil the honey
(It can never be the way, your green eyes dreamt it)
Behind our embrace
I stared at window panes
Opaque like your pupils
It stained out onto our dark black clothes
Already soaked with teenage sweat and caffeine
Our youthful grease
Was so sweet
I looked deep to see your wet brain
I’ll just thumb your skull
Down into the bed
Of the riverbank
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Cabin in the Attic
03:47
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I know all your friends, I'm coming to get you
I killed all your friends, I didn't forget you
I know all your friends, I'm coming to get you
and I killed all your friends, I didn't forget you
I'll make a special day for you
I'll make a special day for you!
I feel my feet on dark rails, my friend
I don't want to ride that train again
(Yeah humans, they keep themselves up all night)
I shake awake and realize the date
there's no alchemy on this side of the gate
I mostly feel like I'm a cage
and my heart is my weakest organ
I'm so sorry that I scorched you
tortuously ignored
you it's not hate,
(it's hate)
You won't sleep tonight
You won't sleep tonight
You won't sleep tonight
You won't sleep tonight
What keeps me up at night?
The guilt like stabbing knives.
What keeps me up at night?
The guilt like stabbing knives.
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Counting my days,
til I panic when
I sum it all...
Dive in the closet
and from the on the cross on the wall. But you haven't punished me yet,
are you just saving for Hell?Slam! Opens the closet, it is God's
almighty hand? Come to shake me down for the shit I stole and the
teeth I pulled from the dead?Instead the preacher's daughter;
just a wine box,a babe,
and a hush.Stroking
hair and locking eyes.
Am I feeling Love?
Our Coat-Hanger Heaven,
Above with Hell Under
Our Coat-Hanger Heaven,
Above with Hell Under
Disappoint me,
with your mercy
Disappoint me,
with your mercy
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Port Deadwards
02:42
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Some nights I wish I hadn't pulled in, I was I had just crashed.
It'd be a lie if I said I never woke; my face melted on the dash.
Dexy, Tobacco, and Redbull and Beer and I'm fucking myself
Sooner or later, we'll be able to enjoy our death.
Climbing the Ivy,
I'll suffer any pain,
to drink Hot Energy Drinks, in the Cruel Cool Summer;
"Hot Energy Drinks, in the Cruel Cool Summer"
Addiction, never leave my brainstem.
Exhaustion, always in my eyes.
Hot Energy Drinks, in the Cruel Cool Summer;
Hot Energy Drinks, in the Cruel Cool Summer
Fuck Port Edward's
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Koala Bear
01:59
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So climb a chain-link fence to the moon
Let your wrist blood drop to its doom
I’m running through the forest with my pockets full of gummy bears
Running from the future with my backpack full of Koala bears
Fuck this life and the police state
Burn your brain so you won’t be shark bait
Waiting for the sea (for the sea,) to take a bite out of me (Whoa)
I’m running through the forest with my pockets full of gummy bears
Telling all my friends to climb the trees while I dry my tears (dry my tears)
Watching for hot air balloons to pick us up and shush our fears
Waiting for the day that I can,
Sail Away, sail away…
I have tasted all the flavors of the sea
That is everything I need to dig my grave and die
Dear R.L. Stein,
You wrote these pages of my life
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Bikeride Eyes [Bonus]
01:34
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Collecting rain clouds in my bag of fields and grass
Time shows the change of mountains and hills to flats
(But there’ll be more mountains)
You’re mad because I ruined your perfect trap
Waste no time, you must begin
I know you’ll spin
(What changed us from lovers to friends?)
Another web again
Whoa, you’ve got bikeride eyes,
Baby let’s go and ride
Baby let’s go and ride
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