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It's the end of the world
and we find it quite absurd
that we think humans should live here much more
With all this terrible shit
we people commit
the earth must wanna shake us off for good
The heavy rain was hot as molotovs
It burnt my flesh
and I picked at it until it all came off
I'm a skeleton now until death
My bony legs can barely fit
in my Doc Marten brand boots
But even with no skin
we must admit
we want a set of bones to dance with too
so in a dim room
we play side 2 of the B-52s debut
and dance around
in silly costumes
robes like Macbeth
But who did this to us
How did we even end up this way
Well companies let the world decay
looking to get payed
So they sacrificed the clear atmosphere
and then blamed us for the dismay
Everyone's gone now
but i think that for skeletons
that's okay
The polluted air doesn't affect us if we take no breaths
So we'll just flail around and have our fun
We're skeletons until death
Our bony legs can barely fit
in our Doc Marten brand boots
But even with no skin
we must admit
we want a set of bones to dance with too
so in a dim room
we play side 2 of Alan Vega's debut
and dance around
in silly costumes
robes like Macbeth (We'll all go, this is our dance of death)
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I think I can finally say
Without a hint of dishonesty in my mind
For the first time in my life
That I wanna see where the rest of this world will take me
And I can comfortably say
That I can go to bed
Without bawling my eyes
And I can look in the mirror without feeling nauseous
And when I'm curled up on the floor these days
It's not out of defeat
But I'll be snuggled up with a girl I love
Holding hands
Drinking tea
And I can finally say
That I don't feel nauseous when I look at myself in the mirror
And that mirror is clearer now
And that dissonance isn't fogging up my brain
At least not as much
And I don't shake or cry
Or feel like I'm going fucking insane
As much as you might think
I think I'm doing better than I ever have
And I hope that that will last
And I'm not thinking about death
Or a life that's unremarkable and short
I've been cleaning up my act
And I think I can finally say
That I feel happy
And I can finally say
That I can go to bed
Without bawling my eyes
And I can look in the mirror
Without feeling nauseous
And I think I can finally say
That I feel happy
And when I'm curled up on the floor these days
It's not out of defeat
But I'll be snuggled up with a girl I love
Holding hands
Drinking tea
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3. |
Anarcho Love Song
01:10
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My love for you is real
Not a spook of the mind
I want a revolution with
You by my side
My heart's a burning Molotov
Let's start an anti-state coup
Yeah, well being for all
But especially for you
Let's burn down the prisons
Listen to D-beat
Let's plant ourselves a garden
And we'll bake some bread to eat
It sure is great
When nazis are socked in the face
Let's smash the state
Then we'll happily embrace
I love being near you
More than an armchair 'round books
I love everything about
The way you think
And your looks
Let's tear down the borders
But respect boundaries
When we are together
Old conservatives feel uneased
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4. |
Walking Stereotype
01:41
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I'm a transfem
Im an anarchist
and I can't play my guitar for shit but
in the folk punk world
I hear that that's
really all you really need to score some hits
I make harsh noise
I like raccoons
I run around looking for polycules
I'm a scrawny twig
I can't lift weights
but at least i can kinda play bass
I sport tight chokers and chipped black nails
and scroll the web for animal tails
stop me if you've heard this
cuz i know im just a clone
of an awkward trans musician
you knew back home
im a walking stereotype
theres a billion other me's
im foreign to originality
they say the best thing to do is just being yourself
but whats that mean when you're like everyone else
im a walking stereotype
there's a billion other me's
im no original im just a reprise
you say i've been done before and yeah thats true
but its still better than being like you
i down some monsters and im T4T
my tongues blue from the estrogen behind my teeth
i walk in the heat with long socks and sweaters
i blast breakcore to make myself feel better
what part of me is real what parts expectations
who cares being me is worth celebratin'
im a walking stereotype
theres a billion other me's
im foreign to originality
they say the best thing to do is just being yourself
but whats that mean when you're like everyone else
im a walking stereotype
there's a billion other me's
even still hearing that makes me feel at ease
so give your skirt a twirl put a smile on your face
and give your folk punk transfem stereotype a big embrace
Write to
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5. |
SOS Santa Rita
01:44
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If you wanna be kicked out of your own home
There'll be a progressive smile
To price you out
If you wanna get a job
To live no doubt
You'll have plenty of loans
To keep you down
If you need some drugs to stay alive
Or you take too many
When you feel down
You can't produce
Or make a profit
And that makes you unfit
To live in this town
You'll be pushed out
To a local park
Then get kicked out
If you stay too long
A creepy cop will visit
After dark
Take away your tent
And say you don't belong
Your existence makes rich whites feel unsafe
That's priority over those in need
This place needs be gentrified at the end of the day
You'll be pushed out
Til your untimely death
You'll be sweeped away
Like you're not human
Sweeped away like a tiny bug
Here to protect and serve
Their private property
Sweeped away like a tiny bug
You'll be Sweeped away like a tiny bug
Courtesy of all your friends
At your local PD
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6. |
Traveling Punk Grrrl
02:01
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Traveling punk girl
dressed in ink patches and boots
Where are you off to next
Where are you going to
You sunbathe in the desert
with your trusty van and dog
You talked to me over coffee
about your dreams of cruising on a hog
I wonder "where will you be
with your spirit ever free"
When will I see you again
Where will your road lead
Last time I saw you
you gave me small blue pills
Each one I dissolve now
is like digesting a memory of you
We haven't talked much since
but you told me you found love
with another punk girl
that you would take care of
I hope you thrive
and life doesn't treat you both too rough
But I hope our friendship sticks around
before you wander off into another town
I hope that van serves you well
and you can tell me another tale of a
Traveling punk girl
with ink patches and boots
Where are you off to next
Where are you going to
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7. |
Wings & Antlers
02:08
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I hope those bastards regret the things
they decided to do to my baby
Now she'll curse your rotten souls forever
and who knows when the day will be
That those wings of hers
and pointed antlers
will swoop down and cause you the same pain
Because she saw the face of death that night
and she's made a pact with Satan
You mistreated this little angel
and you almost made her lose her wings
They saved her with a poison leaf
and you thought that'd be the end of things
But she came out stronger
than she ever had been
and I hope that you regret it
Because a fire's been lit that can't be turned off
and I think you know who set it
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8. |
Moving In
03:36
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Donate your flesh
to the reeking bolus made of blood and slimes
Donate your bones
to the giant glob of organs and meat that sits on your porch every day
Leave some snacks out on the corner tonight
for the demons and ghosts that always haunt your room
The hellish souls are moving in with you this month
You can try to evict them again and again
but I fear they'll never leave
Murderers and devils are moving in with you and me
They've entered your brain
They're pulling the strings
and they'll never ever leave
for all eternity
Pull out your teeth, give them to the cyclops that lives next door
Their giant eye puts you in a trance and you can never ever sleep
A ghoulish man with red eyes screams into your ears
He doesn't stop and it rings in your head and you hear it when he's not near
The hellish souls are moving in with you this month
You can try to evict them again and again
But I fear they'll never leave
The property value's gone down, you cant end your lease
so you'll just have to be
A hellish soul living here with me
You can try to evict us again and again
But we'll never ever leave
Killers and devils are moving in with you and me
They've entered your brain they're pulling the strings and they'll be there for eternity
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A phantom Creep
The silver Screen
The cold night air
Fills the room
Eyes are red
From having stared at
Computer lights all day and night
They're going to bed but they won't sleep
They just cry
They close their eyes
They clench their fists
Clench their muscles
And think they'll tear
When will this end
What can they do
To scrub it out of their head
The phantom creep
Never seen
By the public eye
Thinks about what it'd be like
If they could just die
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10. |
Fever Dream no. 1
02:40
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Nearing night, my room was cold
The bathroom walls were covered in mold
and scum and filth and everything in between
I paid no mind
at least my water was clean
Drew a shower
let the water run
Just about then I had been stunned
I saw a tile on the wall
and what I saw inside made me feel appalled
I saw red eyes and tiny legs that crawled
Went ahead and took a closer look
Realized rats had overtook
every nook and cranny up to the roof
The bathroom walls were completely filled
With rats who wanted to take me in
I put my hand in the title and they bit my skin
I felt something smooth
and I pulled at it
Pulled a pale girl out from the debris
but realized she was a reflection of me
and everything I desire to be
I don't know what came over me
but filled with anger at the reality
As she layed at the bottom of the tub
I stomped and jumped profusely
as she only giggled and smiled with glee
Her ribs were smashed for an eternity
I stopped and I sat
I thought about the scene
and that was the end of my fever dream
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I think that my brain's starting to fog up again
My mood is declining and I just hope that it ends
I thought those feelings were gone but now they’re the worst that they’ve been
I had my fun now i think my mind’s pulling the plug
And I hope it’s not a cycle
Or not some chronic symptom
I just hope it’s a pain I can once again overcome
Cause I think that my brain's starting to fog up again
My mood is declining and I just hope that it ends
Those restless nights are coming back and I’m starting to like being a shut-in
All I hope is that this time it doesn’t last long
Or before I spend all my cash on therapists and bongs
I don’t know what started it
Is it loneliness or is it a sense of doom
And failure to come
we're no longer holding hands
and drinking tea
or under your covers embracing passionately
those days are gone
that time has passed
and i guess that's how it'll be
for phantom creep gnoolie
My brain is haunting me, I just want it to end
My mood is declining and I’m starting to become a shut-in
The restless nights are coming back and my feelings are the worst they have been
And I hope it’s not a cycle
Or not some chronic symptom
I just hope it’s a pain I can once again overcome
And I can come back to you and tell you without lying to your face
that I'm doing okay
but I'm sorry to say that it won't be today
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