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29B
04:52
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Here’s the milk I have spilled
Like a puddle of mistrust
And this jar that I’ve filled
With disappointment and disgust
There It is, twenty nine, hidden deep
I estimate this what will make it right
Severed line, this is fine, go to sleep
Hit or miss, no one minds, not tonight
This face on, that face off
From now on it’s the same
Like that time I confessed
But misspelled my own name
Is this how it feels to come to terms
With what’s supposed to be a lesson learned?
When this is finally over
When it’s finished I want you to know I hated every minute
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The Book
05:32
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Why are we sitting here
Dreaming up absurdities
Bogus fabricated fears
Based in counterfeit reality
I found a book that wasnʼt mine
Had a lot in it about what I shouldnʼt do
Treating people like shit is fine
As long as you make it to church on time
Glue you hands together
And pray for sunny weather
A belly full of treats
Good fortune for your kids
You just have to ask for these
Politely, on your knees
Who is your only true friend
Will you save them when the poor come knocking
Look, here comes the savior again
And he doesnʼt look too happy
I am your biggest fan
And Iʼll be here in the end
Rolling on the floor
And laughing till Iʼm sore
And laughing till Iʼm fucking sore
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Bab Glam
05:46
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You are not that girl anymore
And Iʼm not that boy
I canʼt stay awake for that long
And Iʼm sometimes ok with being bored
Most of us seem to be always waiting for something
And at the same time missing everything thatʼs long gone
I believe it was Confucius who said
"Fuck your life, it means nothing"
Or at least he believed that at the time of me writing this song
What the fuck are you saying?
Itʼs unbecoming
What the fuck are you laughing at?
This isnʼt funny
Begging questions, noticing elephants in rooms
Why are you gone and what were you going through?
I had some things I wanted to ask you
But I forget what that was
So many things are trying to kill us
But the best jobs we do ourselves
Well itʼs quite easy to take your life
All it takes is friends like us and a kitchen knife
It seems possible to simply fade
With friends like us and a razor blade
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IKA 730 MATTE
06:06
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I hold my grudges in a wicker basket
In a shape of duck
There in there with some codeine tablets
A lighter and a clock
Thereʼs a path to this manʼs heart
And itʼs through his own brain
If you know why heʼs not insane
Youʼre off to a good start
Since I know what I must leave behind
I feel no guilt
And I sleep just fine
No heartache
No regrets
No pain
The basket seems so empty but I donʼt mind
When you find your peace
Just donʼt resist
No egg goes bad
When the hen is dead
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Pictures of Earth
02:57
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Paint over my eyelids
A picture of health
Iʼll hide from every breath
Sever the ties to the self
Do not ever show me
Pictures of Earth
Sing to me of ideas
That haven’t been strangled at birth
The blissful severed heads
Rarely look this way
They’re kept busy and fed
And barely entertained
That's why I never try to reason with them
It’s a waste of breath
Therefore do not ever show me
Pictures of Earth
This is the shit we face
You cannot scream in space
No one ever minds
Until someone dies
And spoils it for the rest of us
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d-prim Wrocław, Poland
d' / dɛ prɪm /
Produces music. Sings and screams. Writes. Makes fun of stuff. Since 1999.
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