1. |
spelling bee (intro)
01:17
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2. |
spliff break
02:32
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you're
already
gone
i wrote you this
shitty song
about
the way i feel
were we ever real?
operate
like an obsessive
i'm so possessive
i should repress it
shit
how's your life
in the city
i hope you don't notice
my palpable insecurity
fuck
it's too much to take
can someone give me
a spliff break?
my legs are shaking
my vision's hazy
i think i might be going crazy
AH
it's too much to take
can someone give me
a spliff break?
it's too much to take
i'm about to have a mental break
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3. |
The Chariot
03:11
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my body's your chariot
my body's your chariot
my body's your chariot
let's go for a ride
stab my fucking eyes out
you're so pretty it hurts
you're glowing, your aura's sacred
you're the daughter of earth
my body's your chariot
let's go for a ride
don't you wanna know what
it's like
to be at the reins, yeah
all night
to fly with me into the sun, alright
alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
(nick's verse)
no one cares for your secrets
no one cares for your form
no one cares for you doctrines, man
we're all
dying alone
no one cares for your money
whatcha do with that?
no one cares for your body,
you fight to stay intact
my body's your chariot
let's go for a ride
keep forgetting to forget you
all the time
so gimme something, yeah
to sweeten the pill
nobody listens
i hope you will
my body's your chariot
my body's your chariot
my body's your chariot
let's go for a ride
a beast guards the wheel
from the inside
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4. |
The Dybbuk
03:28
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your mama
was a public lavatory
your papa
was a shotgun suicide
they yelled in
the mirror
while the kids
cried outside
her legs were
as open as her mouth
six miles wide
to the knocking
observer
she'd shout
"come inside,
come inside"
i'm out of
rhythm
i'm out of
sight
i'm beyond
description
and i want you
tonight
tonight, tonight, oh
she did it
in his own bed
with the neighbor
who was like the family friend
and papa
burst into flames
mama said,
"i've locked the kids away"
and the house
burned to the ground
absorbing
everyone around
and the family
turned into dirt
you said,
"finally,
we've become the earth"
become the earth, oh
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5. |
O B S E S S O R
03:42
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says he's fucking boring
says he's fucking lame
always writing songs
that sound the same
identity unprescribed
don't know who he is
disassociated
perspective
he's an obsessor
he's a fuckhead
his only hobby is
wishing he was dead
looking through rose-tinted glasses
says you're looking fine
looking through rose-tinted glasses
he remembers a time
when he was happy
when she was laughing
now he has no clue
what the fuck is happening
he's an obsessor
he's a fuckhead
his only hobby is
laying dead
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