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Oakwood Orgy
01:59
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Look what they’re doing over there
Isn’t it fucked
I have a phone
And you better believe
An opinion is guaranteed
But what about me
I’ll consume every pound of flesh
Until there’s only my asshole left
Then they’ll hear the truth no falter
From a gaped hole
Behind a cigarette filter
Isn’t it divisive
When you’re indecisive
Point with your right hand
Jerk off with the left
Who’s the real cancer man
You better stay indoors
Because they’ll rape your children
That’s what bread crumbs are for
Add to the queue anonymously
Empty to fill flawlessly
I’m in the know
Consuming all the flesh
While the cows croon from their pastures
Motherfucker
Do you taste what’s next
I can rant all day, till I’m blue in the face
It’s okay, when it’s the color of trust
Look at facebook, look at chase
It’s all a race for a different shade
I’m sorry officers
That isn’t our shipment of
19 tons of straight cocaine
You know us.
We deal with your money
That shipment clearly came
from a third world country
Isn’t it divisive
When you’re indecisive
Point with your left hand
Jerk off with the right
Isn’t it divisive
When you’re indecisive
Meanwhile
You can catch me engorging
Eating all the food at an Oakwood Orgy
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2. |
Kaapo Kakko
05:47
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You’re not doing time because it’s doing you
Another existential list you can’t see through
You’re such a sucker for those kinds of words
You motherfucker
Won’t you learn to love yourself
When you bite your finger
Do you blame your teeth
Knowing you missed every chance you meet
Tell me
I’ll write it down on the back of my bills
Kids at school shooting little girls
When you bite your finger
Do you blame your teeth
Knowing you missed every chance you meet
Tell me
I’ll write it down on the back of my bills
Kids at school shooting little girls
Why talk at all when you talk too loud
Could never understand or begin to figure it out
You see you’re not doing time
Because it fucks you
What was it that you could not ever see through
When you bite your finger
Do you blame your teeth
Knowing you missed every chance you meet
Tell me
I’ll write it down on the back of my bills
Kids at school shooting little girls
When you bite your finger
Do you blame your teeth
Knowing you missed every chance you meet
Tell me
To cut your teeth on something for free
The more it happens
The more it is nothing
I’ve been trying to spit out rocks from my throat
All goddamn night
Settled there for years, it’s a wonder
Nothing ever spat out right
Put them in myself before to process skin
From fingertips
Just to see how it works from within
Peeled back
For me to witness
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3. |
Soft Violence
03:53
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What was it like
When they cleaned you
Did you feel new again
Did they slip sweet smelling oil all across you
And lavender on your skin
I hope you made peace with the devil
Or whomever called your head home
Could it possibly have been those old gods
Forsaken in one of your tomes
Who would you
Incarnate
If someone was already you
Many questions without
Many answers
Least not, ones from you
Save for messages on voicemails
To someone we neither could forget
Oh fuck, it wasn’t the right one
A party with no part in it
Until I’ll be (leave)
A party
With no part in it
Another party
With no part in it
Until I see your visage
With a kid
I knew you never had
We can smile and look both ways
But I will never understand
Until I’ll be
A party
With no part in it
Another party
With no part in it
Soft violence
To clear a head
Until I’ll be a part of it
What was it like
When they cleaned you
Did you take their names in vain
What was it like when they cleaned you
Out from under that goddamn train
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