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Eaters of Shit
02:24
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Feeling Empty? Let's fill you up
Drink this ether from a broken cup
Eat from dumpsters forged in gold
You will feel better with a swelling mold
Erupting vains of molten rubber
Your inanity we will smother
An exhausted visage covered in rust
Smash it away expose your lust
Eaters of shit
A brand new reason to exist
Remerge with wrecking fists
Pound your way out of this grind
That's one way to change your mind
Let's devise with desire
And then exit this moral mire
Eaters of shit
Forge ahead
We're not dead
No need for structure on this trip
Its time to teeter on the lip
Of your novel mental state
A new sprung problem to create
Feeling empty? Let's fill you in
Catheters under broken skin
Make a meal of gilded waste
You will feel better in a bigger space
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High School Dog Kid
02:37
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Automatic writing on the restroom wall
Tells of who will be the next to fall
Read the ruins on the shell of a roach
The players all turn on the basketball coach
Place the urinal cakes like tarot cards
Expose the future of security guards
Stabbed to death in vacant stalls
One by one the vortex calls
Out of the throne
Into the rift
Jiggle the handle
Souls will lift
Streaks of shit in mystic kilter
Who will be the next to wilter
Wither and die?
Cram a tampon in my third eye
Is it better not to know
Evacuate on the lawn next time I go
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Work Related Mucus Plug
02:58
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Skin tags and calloused hands
These are things that make you a man
Years of friction on your bones
Gives you contentment when at home
Rising lumps and broken skin
Help relieve the stagnant sin
Move your parts in rhythmic order
Feel the nodes under work shirts border
These things are unpleasant to view
Sand them away on my cue
Let's count to smooth with a pumice stone
Tie off growth with a simple grown
I am in command of this fleshy ship
Now it's time to do away with shit
Suck it in
Don't let it out
Use a mucus plug when in doubt
Crush your teeth
Bleed your gums
No one tells me I have the runs
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4. |
Placemats of Purgatory
03:00
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Explore the wonders of cross contamination
Relish in the liberty of the taboo salvation
Oppressive silverware settings unsettle the soul
Fumble with the notion of unattainable goals
Placemats of purgatory
An all consuming crunch
Unneeded complexities will ruin your lunch
The bane of existence in the crease of a napkin
Beautiful base instincts in a state of traction
It is time for a revolutionary food fight
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Friend Detector
03:02
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Not sure where I am coming from
Not sure where I am going
Just another participant in a psychic stoning
Hurling chunks of doubt at some strangers head
To get an idea of what was really said
I like technology, it helps me with my woes
Virtual thought bubbles tell me who I know
I need a friend detector because I don't understand
I need a friend detector because I forget who I am
I don't know this person, he/she may know me
Know the type that don't know, that can't really see
Transient clouds of self-esteem with holographic gears
I need a friend detector to direct me to my peers
I need a friend detector fastened to my best
I need a friend detector with a button for help
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