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Monster
04:14
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I left to let things go
I left to take control
I left to give my frustration some space to grow
To give guilt a home
To give hate a body other than my own
I've since left that body behind
I'm done with its crimes
It's always getting caught
You could've hid and played dead, could've lied
But you wanted to see if it talks
But we get what we get what we get
We get what we expect
And no, I'm not obsessed
I guess I'm a little bit curious
But we get what we get what we get
We get what we deserve
And every title earned is a lesson learned
All my icy veins
All these rattling chains
I never believed in monsters 'til I became one
But I just can't seem
To stay the same one
There's room for you too in this grave
A space that I saved
'Cause I forgot you're always late
So say you'll see me in hell
I'd probably offer to meet you halfway
I would haunt you if you'd only let me
I would haunt you, you'd never...
But we get what we get what we get
We get what we expect
We get what we deserve and nothing less
I would haunt you if you'd only let me
I would haunt you, you'd never be lonely
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Hunger Strike
03:23
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I cannot be moved
And I'm all out of bad news
So what's there left to do when there's nothing left to consume?
And oh, I want your blues
But I won't pay for nothing used
Well, you don't get every little thing you want
But we do
It's not right to complain
When the clouds are all out of their rain
But I'll just trace the shapes in all the spaces in between
And oh, I want your pain
Want it engraved with my own name
"And don't you feel ashamed?"
Nah, but then we don't feel much anything
So how much for your sad?
Because I've got it good
And I want it bad
Could tell by my reflection
I'm only starving for attention
Feeding off a beggar's pension, eating all that I could steal
But I just want to feel full
After finishing a meal
Without going on a hunger strike
That's my right
You got no right to steal
So don't tell me that I don't feel a thing
When you can't afford a mile
Don't tell me that I don't feel a thing
I'd swear on my mother's eyes
But wouldn't swear on mine
And every lie I've told
Is a lie that I spun from gold
And you deserve the truth
We bit off far more than we could chew
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Guts
04:00
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At best, all you'd ever be
Is pretty, green and wrecked with industry
You make me try so hard to not give a fuck
But I think I might love your guts
You make me wanna do yuppie shit with you
You make me wanna lie a lot
Like I would take you to the flyest spots
And don't just stay in getting high a lot
In a panic room that's built for two
I dig your ribs, I dig your skin, I dig your leopard print, I'm in
I'm down to drink cheap, think cheap and sleep all through next week
But the truth is out there, it's sipping bourbon and plotting its revenge
I hope you brought some friends for my friends
Whatever moment you're trying to have
It isn't happening
It isn't happening
Whatever moment you're trying to have
It isn't happening
I'll make damn sure of that
And it's the same plan as last week
Swallow, wallow, scowl, and repeat
I down charisma by the cup
And how'd I get so charming?
It's a party, so you know I'll be out front
Blowing chunks through my nose!
Then when it's time to hit the road
You paw the wheel back to the curb
We're losing traction, it's just a fraction of my concern
The bait-and-exchange is a game
That I don't wanna play no more
But you keep asking
Gasps fill in my memory gaps
And whistle back across synapses
So just keep asking
It isn't happening
I love your guts
You wassup girl, ain't gotta ask it
I dead em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't tryna stress you, but Ima let you know
Girl, you be killin em, you be killin em
Girl, you be killin em, you be killin em
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Glasnost
05:22
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I don't recall the day
When I first acquired the taste
For radioactive waste
But it made me feel like super strong
Instead of wired wrong
Who knows the lives I could've saved
If I just once forgot my place?
You shouldn't have
You shouldn't have to ask
I kept my master plans a secret
From the only one's who'd keep it
You shouldn't have to ask
I know I owe you all a glasnost
Things just look bigger when you're low
And if you're bitter no one knows
It's 'cause you never told
Any hideout could make a home
When you get tired of being alone
You should say so
And all my worst designs
I kept them locked up in this lead-lined
Box up until bedtime
And this city ain't seen trouble
'Til they boil into thought bubbles
And piles of notes on Mentos and Diet Coke
And quiet folks
You shouldn't have
You shouldn't have to ask
Even the most disastrous masterminds
Fall a step behind
But I got hands and rubber bands
And I got plans
Believe it or not, I've got a way with words I don't deserve
Believe it or not, I've got a way with words
I'm especially good at lying
And I'm not trying to break bad habits
I've found a partner in crime in the panic
So don't you ever worry
I'm happy 'cause you're happy for me
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