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Asexual
01:33
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She could look into your eyes,
But you’d rather leave it.
Head pressed between her thighs,
You still wouldn’t see it.
You should have been born asexual.
Should have been born asexual.
She’s sending every signal,
You’re just not receptive.
With men as blind as you are,
Who needs contraceptives?
You should have been born asexual.
Should have been born asexual.
It doesn’t take a genius,
It’s all kinetic.
A little bit magnetic.
Goddamned pathetic.
You should have been born asexual.
Should have been born asexual.
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Everybody’s sober nowadays.
Me, I’ll stick with whiskey and cabernet.
It’s the only thing that gets me through
Nights without thinking about you.
Everybody’s looking better than me.
Me, I got a problem with history.
When you spend your whole nights in reverse,
A steady hand and mind just makes things worse.
All I need’s a cushion for the fall.
You cannot miss what you cannot recall.
Don’t need anymore of your guilt trips.
The only cure I need is another sip
Of tonic, gin, and disillusionment.
I work my best at around sixty percent.
It’s no big deal; I can still hold a job,
Even though I hate the one I’ve got.
All I need’s a cushion for the fall.
You cannot miss what you cannot recall.
Everybody’s sober nowadays.
Me, I’d rather drown in chardonnay.
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3. |
Goodbye from the Future
04:05
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All I ever wanted was to be wanted too.
I swore I’d never give my time to one such as you,
'Cause drawn and quartered ain't high on my list of things to be.
When you stand to crush all in your way, including me.
‘Cause you were drawn in one dimension,
A thinly veiled act of pretension.
A pretty package, a pretty tongue all wrapped in one.
All I ever needed was to be needed too
And so I never needed all the things you put me through.
When we met I thought I put my best foot first.
I never thought you’d turn me into myself at my worst.
‘Cause you were drawn in one dimension,
A thinly veiled act of pretension.
A pretty package, a pretty tongue all wrapped in one.
So here’s my goodbye from the future.
I wish I’d sent it along sooner.
And I don’t care you won’t hear a word;
It still needs to be heard.
‘Cause you were drawn in one dimension,
A thinly veiled act of pretension.
A pretty package, a pretty tongue all wrapped in one.
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4. |
Hindsight
04:00
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Turned me into a paranoid mess,
Lost amongst the debris
Without my former self.
The one who was happy.
I got caught up in your
Decadent behavior.
It’s all you left behind:
A better way to kill the time.
I declare you to be queen of mind fucking.
Like second-hand royalty,
It’s second nature when you don’t seem to care.
Should have known that it’s all chemical.
Love, drugs, and your soft skin.
You were a dependency.
You were my Christ within.
I got caught up in your
Decadent behavior.
It’s all you left behind:
A better way to kill the time.
I declare you to be queen of mind fucking.
Like second-hand royalty,
It’s second nature when you don’t seem to care.
I can’t afford to know you, mighty queen…
I can’t afford to know you, my dear queen.
I declare you to be queen of mind fucking.
Like second-hand royalty,
It’s second nature when you don’t seem to care.
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Fuck Off
03:11
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Hello, it’s so horrible to hear from you again.
I wish I had given you a sign.
That I don’t have time to waste,
While you fail to make your case
With apologies you have yet to define.
I have never felt inclined to grant you that piece of mind.
You already lost this game you’re trying to play.
Seeing what you’re capable of,
Bleeding those you claim to love,
I wouldn’t want to see what you’d do to a friend.
So, thank you for letting me know there’s no hard feelings.
I’m glad you could show forgiveness for
When whole weeks weren’t enough,
When I paid for all your stuff,
For the offers I declined you would have jumped.
To be frank, I haven’t a clue
Why it’s so important you
Get a new load of dirty laundry to air.
I guess every now and then,
A story needs a villain.
It certainly makes a good read for complete strangers.
I have never felt inclined to grant you that piece of mind.
You already lost this game you’re trying to play.
Seeing what you’re capable of,
Bleeding those you claim to love,
I wouldn’t want to see what you’d do to a friend.
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Exit the romantic naiveté
That made up for a lack of experience;
Congratulations, you’re a man,
Until you choose to ‘X’ the obligation of always being right
When it’s much easier to
Simply dismiss
What’s simple to predict.
There’s benefit to the masquerade
Over personal clichés.
The worst part was watching everyone I loved
Looking at me like I was some kind of fool,
But there just simply comes a point
When you get tired of drowning in the sea of brutality
They call the truth, and so you become somebody
That you’re not,
Who suitably forgot,
That one must pay debts to memories
Before you find that peace.
All we have left
Is what we leave ourselves.
If we always gave a second chance,
We’d bleed ourselves to death.
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I think I’ll take my tea with some hypocrisy.
Someone went and gave the patients the key,
A media empire, and made an old joke official:
The most trusted news comes from Comedy Central.
You can’t call yourself grassroots when Fox News has you spoken for.
Occupy didn’t even get a bullhorn.
No, not everyone gets to be a millionaire,
But not one person should die for lack of healthcare.
I know it’s hard to doubt Beck, Palin and Limbaugh,
But deregulation’s only freedom from the law.
The only thing that I think we could ever agree upon
Is that Jesus Christ got one part wrong.
The only thing to see new money from your policies
Is the colonial costume industry.
Proudly built on a platform of anti-intellectualism.
You don’t get smaller government by amending the Constitution.
Not every problem can be solved with tax cuts and privatization.
What you would call socialism, I would call civilization.
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