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Catsup Packet
04:03
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See as we float downstream to sea, all day
Lazy buzzards seize a chance to feed, to leach away
Assault my countless faults, bit by piece, torn apart
Leave me a shell of what I used to be
I've seen the signs, yet not the light
Intrusive thoughts and flight or flight
If you'd please, just leave me be
Confused by what you claim to do all night
Each week repeats and bleeds to years each fight
On hold, let down my guard
Oh, I see, so damn far
I know...well now I know
I know...
Oh I...I fucking know
I'll set a course and settle in
Betray my two only friends
And I see the way you look at me
Best distill my face 'til I'm more clear
Until I'm not seen
You're hounding out what's hard to find
Go tell your god what's left behind
And I see the way you look at me
Best distill my face 'til I'm more clear
And define a notion of what's right
And defy a feeling well defined
And waste our time
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Dog Food Lid
04:13
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Well, I woke up this morning, and I found me a job
And it would've been so easy, if I weren't such a slob
And I find it enthusing, that I'm finally seen
As a bona fide, genuine, human...being
I'll fasten my bones to the walls of the labor pool
Swimming in stool, and I'll play in their seed
Scared little mice(s) withheld in their vices
Cut them in slices and do it again
It was all an illusion, divide mind over time
She was a victim of happenstance, well, that and her crimes
So I sit here and witness, like a doll on a shelf
Nah, just go on ahead without me, I'll just play with my... cat
*mew*
I see through that hole in your heart into crisis
Could this be now what you're doing to me
A hopeless romantic, dull and pedantic, spineless and frantic
And I will finalize my final lie
As so you won't assume that I'm through
With that, what can we do
You'll find that your highness is minus another
Oh, brother
Off with my head
I found myself a cornucopia
Among the miners and the gophers
Are you sleepless when you're sober
I see through that hole in your head into crisis
Basking in silence, and all you perceive
Sever the lines, tear out your insides
Don't think of the downside
And I will finalize my final lie
As so you won't assume that I'm through
With that, what can we do
You'll find that your highness is minus another
Oh, brother
Off with my head
I found myself a cornucopia
Among the miners and the gophers
Thank God this song is almost over
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