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If one, and two equals three inside of me you'd stand for...
Everything that disgusts me.
You're just slitting your own throat with a loss for words.
I don't have antiseptic.
There won't be repercussions.
Without out a prescription there's no solutions.
How much pain can you withstand to let it all bleed out.
It took a long time to get here.
I had a long fall when I hit my face smeared...
On the asphalt.
Crimsons not clear to me.
Kill the urge in my head with jagged icepick.
Speaking in tongues like the edge of a sword.
I wanted to kill you.
I wanted to kiss you more.
Thriving anxiety.
There won't be exceptions.
No antibiotics for progressive infection.
How much hurt can you withstand while you deplete motor skills.
It took a long time to get here.
I had a long fall when I hit my face smeared...
On the asphalt.
Crimsons not clear to me.
Bleed it out for me.
It took a long time to get here.
I had a long fall when I hit my face smeared...
On the asphalt.
Crimsons not clear to me.
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117. (Summer 2015 Demo.)
03:58
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A Bad Choice: "New Ruins." 2015.
"In an altered state.
I’m not sure if it’s compared to limbo, or the fifth level of hell.
Or how much pain that I felt.
Pain then it all went numb.
And you succumbed to the lowest of the dirts.
In the entire atmosphere of earth.
I hope all of our childhood toys rot with you, and the worms.
You can have it all.
Our personal possessions wont mean shit when you’re dead.
I’ll collapse the walls.
And gaze on to the foundation of our new ruins.
Just like Escape from New York.
I’ll leave you in new ruins.
Mirror, mirror on my wall.
Who’s the biggest piece of shit Father of them all.
Throws me down like I am the avalanche.
Could not care for two little boys, and two little girls.
North is not up.
East is not right.
West is not left.
South is still down this time.
Hope the solar flares in Florida burn you like hell in the summertime.
You can have it all.
My personal possessions wont mean shit when you’re dead.
I’ll collapse the walls.
And gaze on to the foundation of our new ruins.
Just like Escape from New York.
I’ll leave you in new ruins.
Knew you’d latch on at goodbye.
You’ll never follow us.
Cause I'll slash your tires.
You know you’ll never get out of here.
Wish you could drop dead from jazz hands.
I would make it look like an accident.
I know what it feels like to be upside down from here."
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Please don't go.
Don't walk away.
Pleas let this. This be the day.
That I am forgiven for an apology that's been used up.
You bite your lip so hard it tears a gash wide open.
All you can think about is us as the blood runs down.
Now only stitches will solve that problem.
The other one...
Involves your concentration as we head for the emergency room.
Your fist is clinched so hard.
Your arm goes numb.
All she can think of...
Is how much she loves me.
At the very same time she wants me dead.
Please take me home.
Please take back everything you said to me you didn't mean.
You always go without being ready or set.
We didn't win shit at state.
And I fucking hate participation trophy's.
Let's play Russian roulette.
You make the first bet.
On who dies for who first.
You lied to me first.
Well I guess it's time to go.
Everything is moving in slow motion.
I've been convicted of a crime I'll die for.
I'll lie for you once more.
It's so hard to breath under water.
You see right through me.
I drown to death.
You wouldn't supply me with oxygen.
And when I become a ghost.
I'll walk right through solid walls.
and head straight for your heart.
And force myself to rip it apart.
I can feel boiling blood run through my veins.
Fall to the floor where I'll never escape.
A hell I'm living in.
I hate being called a piece of shit.
Look into your memory.
Erase every last image of me.
Replace them with transparent feelings...
Of someone else who has no secrets to keep.
My head hurts so bad.
I can't stand anymore migraines.
Please god will you help me.
Will you just let this end?
I know this is not better than...
The way things could of been..
I want what should of been mine.
All along.
Please take me home.
Please take back everything you said to me you didn't mean.
You always go without being ready or set.
We didn't win shit at state.
And I fucking hate participation trophy's.
Let's play Russian roulette.
You make the first bet.
On who dies for who first.
You lied to me first.
Well I guess it's time to go.
Everything is moving in slow motion.
I've been convicted of a crime I'll die for.
I'll lie for you once more.
It's so hard to breath under water.
You see right through me.
I drown to death.
You wouldn't supply me with oxygen.
And when I become a ghost.
I'll walk right through solid walls.
and head straight for your heart.
And force myself to rip it apart.
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Aquamarine
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Phantasm (Instrumental.)
04:50
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Phan·tasm:
A figment of the imagination; an illusion or apparition.
Phantasm:
This Fierce? What you want?
So just tread in closer.
I’m still at large.
I can break in your car.
Fuckin set off the alarm.
Be the stamp on the front that sends this lover letter far.
Your significant other.
Ain’t got shit on me.
Make you weak in the knees.
If you’re looking to please.
Seduce yourself to me.
I’ll be over within the end of the hour glass.
I’ve got so many problems, and I just can’t seem to solve them all.
You change the mood in the whole room like some kind of lingering specter.
You shook my whole coast with your rock and roll.
Watching late night re-runs of Space Ghost.
The mind and soul came back looking for you.
It’s hard attempting to watching a phantasm drive.
I can feel teardrops fall like rain.
No shelter to fight of this tempest & gale.
The fuckin temperature drops.
I thought I’d never get caught.
Locked up for a year after this ride with a cop.
A wolf is crying out doubt. Shush your fuss.
When you’re not strong reinforce yourself.
You gaze with dirty looks.
Over your fictional books.
Your dark & jealous eyes tell the whole story.
I’ve got so many problems, and I just can’t seem to solve them all.
You change the mood in the whole room like some kind of lingering specter.
You shook my whole coast with your rock and roll.
Watching late night re-runs of Space Ghost.
The mind and soul came back looking for you.
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She Likes Young Men
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A Bad Choice Burlington, Iowa
Lisa Frank As Fuck
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