1. |
Antifa
01:01
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I'm a fucking rat.
You're nazi trash.
Blood libel liberal disguised as justice vigil.
Impotent shit.
You're white and rich.
Clear the name of your race you should get punched in the face.
Try me,
Fucking try me.
Call me a petty bitch.
Try me, try me, you'll get sick
Try me,
Fucking try me.
You should find a new trend.
You know, you know fascism's dead.
Skimpy little boy.
Don't care so you make noise.
Gonna find your eyes blind if you fuck with my kind.
I'm not taking shit.
Fuck your innocence.
Alt bro, nazi hoe, skinhead you're fucking dead.
Try me,
Fucking try me.
Call me a petty bitch.
Try me, try me, you'll get sick
Try me,
Fucking try me.
You should find a new trend.
You know, you know fascism's dead.
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2. |
Malibu Barbie
02:39
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The cat dragged in a corpse last night
she had blonde hair blue eyes
that was
mine
from around age five
Back then I raged the floor
trying to be the boy next door
but she
flipped
and killed the mouse
Malibu Barbie she's my girlfriend
back your hands off all you dirty men
they tried to claw out my eyes
replace them with all pink lies
Flash forward I've conformed
to an age of sub-ordinance
come
please
release me
Cat started to hold dear
to the girl that she engineered
but she
couldn't hold the lie
Malibu Barbie's dead on the street
maggots raging on her tired feet
they ate out all the lies
what was left was not a surprise
That's how I lost my blue eyes
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3. |
Top Surgery
02:31
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Get me top surgery
Give the doctor my money
Get me top surgery
Make me feel better for the week
To see yourself in the mirror is quite a luxury
The picture would be clearer if I could get top surgery
Normal kids always laughing at me
Throw acid in their face so they can't see
How flat my chest can be
Get me top surgery
Oh it's not my fault
That the crib never felt quite right
This is for the ones who thought
They'd never sleep through the night
Top surgery or not
Look at all of the punks I got
Top surgery or not
Don't need a doctor to make me feel hot
Top! Top! Top!
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4. |
Enough
02:33
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Wonder if I'll be self sufficient
Parents paying my tuition
Yeah I did my time in school
Dissociated in carpool
Wonder how it's okay
That I'm worried every day
No one I know is getting their pay
No one I know has it their way
When is it gonna be enough?
The door's broken down gimme your stuff
It'll never be enough
I need more than what I can touch
Tell your daddy it's not right that you can't walk home safe at night
Tell mommy that you're scared
You may not get anywhere
When is it gonna be enough?
The door's broken down give us your stuff
It'll never be enough
I need more than what I can touch
You broke my heart
When you took my rights way
I cried for hours
Tissues wet with fantasy
You take up space
And don’t leave room for me
I can’t take it
I can’t take it
When is it gonna be enough?
The door's broken down give us your stuff
It'll never be enough
I need more than what I can touch
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5. |
Feel The Fuzz
02:37
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Voices and mutters I overhear.
Fade in and out like a dream.
Watch the voices slip away,
Create a new day from the scene.
Feel the fuzz.
Feel the fuzz.
Reap the day.
Fade away.
Not there.
No one's there.
But my shell.
React and express like you care.
Say a joke to make them laugh.
Don't look into their eyes.
Shatter your subconscious mind.
Feel the fuzz.
Feel the fuzz.
Reap the day.
Fade away.
Not there.
No one's there.
But my shell.
Teeth turned dust.
Hair fell out.
Muscles depleted.
Skin peeled off.
Brain all mush.
Frame all fucked.
If body's my reality.
Then why am I all rot?
Feel the fuzz.
Feel the fuzz.
Feel the fuzz.
Feel the fuzz.
Not there.
No one's there.
But my shell.
But my shell.
But my shell.
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