1. |
Crashing
02:36
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Cast out! Helpless again.
Betrayed by the people
that I thought were my friends!
Crashed out! Senseless again!
Drowning my sorrows in alcohol,
will lead to my end.
Shit faced. My life’s a waste.
I don’t want to be in this place.
All day long, it’s the same old song.
I can’t tell my right from wrong.
I need relief from all this grief.
Can someone help me please?
Cashed out. Without a doubt.
I gotta scream and shout.
Trump sucks. He’s full of shit.
He’s a fucking hypocrite.
And you, Trumptard without a clue,
You’re happy to let him fuck you too.
Corruption, Dishonesty and Greed,
Destroying our future and everything we need.
A life filled with sorrow and pain,
Nothing left and so little to gain.
Violence, the only solution I see.
Way the worlds heading gonna destroy me.
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2. |
Panic!
00:49
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How can I care about
your overhyped shit,
When I feel myself
breaking bit by bit.
No resistance
to no remorse.
My non-existence
has gotten worse.
Panic!
Only in
despair and shame,
It’s easy to stare
at my life’s game.
Its all respite,
no end in sight.
The crimson sky
collapses inside.
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3. |
Six Ate Too/My Guy
02:18
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Word is, some may claim,
a spaceman controls your brain.
You’re a pawn in his game
happiness goes down the drain.
Success and failure are all in his hands.
you must obey his every command.
My Guy sucks. He’s always late for work.
He Parties too much and
Makes me look like a jerk.
The bad paths I take are
from decisions he makes.
My Guy sucks…He fucking SUCKS!
Your guys on 5G, my Guy’s on LTE.
Your guy went to Harvard, my guy went to MCC!
When I watch the Matrix, he puts me to sleep
I can’t learn the truth, cuz My Guy’s ballz deep!
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4. |
Life I Chose
03:32
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You can be mad or you can try to fight
All and all, all you do is sit and cry
All because i told you that little lie
Now you're stuck with me until the day i die
This is the life i chose
This is the life i chose
I am dumb and that aint no lie
I had two kids before im 25
This isn't the lifestyle i had in mind
My dreams are on hold until i can find some time
5 years later we dont even fight
The weight on my shoulders now feels light
Now sure how and when it turned out right
But dont worry about me, ill be alright
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5. |
Mongi
02:38
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Mongi makes
Steroid pancakes
Mongi makes
Opioid eggs
Mongi makes
Hemorrhoid breakfast
Mongi is cooking today
The kitchens in total disarray
Mongi is movin too fast
You’ll have yourself a hemorrhoid breakfast
Mongi makes
Thyroid pancakes
Mongi makes
Tuberculoid eggs
Mongi makes
Hemorrhoid breakfast
Mongi makes
Paranoid pancakes
Mongi makes
Unemployed eggs
Mongi makes
Hemorrhoid breakfast
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6. |
Valium of the Dolls
02:52
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Im lookin for the fountain of youth
In the valley of death
I haven't found a thief quite yet
That can take my breath
My egos been beaten black and blue
This potions worn thin
And my shadows been hiding too
How bout you???
My egos been beaten black and blue
at the end of the summer
Sure as shit here comes another
And then it becomes so clear
How the journey begins
And the end is met with fear
In the Valium of the Dolls
I’m looking for the fountain of youth
In the valley of death
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7. |
Social Media Whore
02:07
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Phone in hand, sweatpants clad.
No original thought to be had.
Like my shit, spread this fad.
Check my page, it’s fucking rad.
I’m such a social media whore.
Everything I say is such a fucking bore.
I’ll sell my soul for a pathetic like.
Anything to join the influencer reich.
I crave fame I crave attention.
A superstar of my own invention.
My vanity, a global sensation.
A mindless poster of your likes creation.
Social Media is social control.
Your opinions erased you fit in a mold.
Social media is digital meth.
Chop a line and lose self-respect.
10,000 likes, 10,000 people,
who are sad enough to give
a shit about some feeble,
10,000 likes, 10,000 hands,
that secretly shout for life to end.
Likes and shares are what I bleed.
My values are filled with greed.
What I think is what you need.
From my page, to your feed.
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8. |
Funkill
02:40
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I need
A thrill
A dollar
A bill
A bad
A pill
Oh god
Fun kill
Oh Jack
And Jill
All went
Up hill
A bucket
A spill
Oh god
Fun kill
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggghhh!
(random gibberish)
Hey jackoff
Hey baby Jill
There’s a long long way to be king of that hill
There once was a bucket that had a spill
You can hear me laughing...Fun kill!
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9. |
The Pit
03:36
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Tension is mounting, doomsday clock is counting.
The pressure each day is gonna put me away.
One way to get by and keep your spirit alive,
Is unleashing this shit in the middle of the pit.
Fuck the right and screw the left.
It's all just noise and no respect.
Ignore the spam. It’s the same old scam.
Grab your friends and fucking slam!
Spinning and thrashing,
you’re caught up in the shit.
Frustration and anger
ceases to exist.
To purge this from your system
Is totally legit.
We’ll keep… thrashing
round, and round in the pit!
Fuck my boss and this useless job.
They can all slob on my knob.
Punch the clock and get into my car
I gotta get to the Mason Jar!
I get inside and the bands getting on
The fury takes me as they play my song
Lights are flashing, music thumping,
Adrenalin pours and my fists start pumping!
Hard to breath the choking air,
of sweaty breath and pubic hair.
The floor is full of blood and beer
Better get ready the fast part is near.
Sweat on the floor, I start to slip.
Someone swings by and I'm in their grip.
Unspent anger bubbles to the top.
Controlled by the music, powerless to stop!
The lights come on the crowd starts to disperse.
I've felt better and I've also felt worse.
I know, and you know, that we all know,
nothing helps you escape like going to a show.
God is crap and the news is too.
It’s all meant to divide me and you.
Rise up and don’t let this shit get you down.
Don’t let them ever push you around.
Even if those bastards make me berserk,
I gotta get home cuz tomorrow I work.
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10. |
Close Your Eyes
02:22
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When i drive, i like to close my eyes
Just the thrill that get me high
I dont care if you or i die
In a matter of time well shift to overdrive
Its only matter of time.
Blackness void is where i like to hide
So thats why i like to close my eye
So jump on in, we will take a ride
In a matter of time we’ll shift to overdrive
Its only matter of time.
Close your eyes, 65
Close your eyes, 75
Close your eyes, 85
Close your eyes, 95
CLOSE YOUR EYES
CLOSE YOUR EYES
CLOSE YOUR EYES
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11. |
Kids of the Black Hole
04:42
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Sick in the Head Phoenix, Arizona
Sick in the Head is a high-speed, old school punk band with a SoCal flair. Band lineup is Mike Gibbons (bass), Nub (drums), Andy Helld (guitar), Rene Retched (guitar), and Russ O'Gnarly (throat).
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