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WASP SKULL! - demo
02:45
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I've got wasps in my braincase,
My skull it has gone dry
The sun has bleached me,
I beseech thee
Join me now
And here we'll lie
I'm watching over you love
My spectral hand imparts
A touch of nothing,
Wince of happy
As you stab
Me through the heart
Rip my teeth out,
Bash my head in
The only god for you is me
And my pain it is your heaven
Hold me close now,
Warmth is leaving
Muscles stiffnin'
Pulse is quicknin'
As you lay me down
To sleep
Oh the fusion
Of my bones
The fluorescent buzzing lightbulb
In our sparkling dirty home
Suck the marrow
You're not alone
Oh as long as you don't salt me
My dear, I still roam
I snuff your candles out
Your light and warmth are gone
First you thrilled me
Then you killed me
Oh from you
I can't move on
Rip my teeth out
Bash my head in
The only god for you is me
And my pain it is your heaven
Hold me close now
Warmth is leaving
Muscles stiffin'
Pulse is quicknin'
As you lay me down
To sleep
Oh I loved you dear,
I'm sure you know
As you put me in your trunk
I'm sure we might could have eloped
I had the ring love,
The perfect stone
But as for now,
I'll marry the ground
My lungs will fill
But I won't choke
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hot wheels - demo
02:52
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Do you ever think
That the dust on the floor
Looks up at popcorn ceilings
And wishes that it could be more?
Neon skateday carpet
House of the Dead
I'm much too scared to look now
That's why I'm so sensitive
I've got the magic in me, I'm sure
But my spell slots are low
I don't know any cantrips
Get me out of this hole
LEGOs in the basement
The roaches crawl around,
They crawl around
I'm much too scared to squish them
Oh I just can't stand
To hear that sound
Again
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O Mollie O Mollie,
It's for your sake alone
That I leave my old parents, my house and my home.
My love for you it has caused me to roam,
I'm a rabble rouser and Bama's my home.
Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds and I know you of old,
You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold.
O Whiskey, you villain,
You've been my downfall
You've kicked me, you've cussed me, and caused me to brawl.
My foot's in a stirrup, my bridle's in my hand,
I'm leaving sweet Mollie, the fairest in the land.
Her parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor,
They say I'm unworthy to enter her door.
They say I drink whiskey, my money's my own,
And them that don't like me can leave me alone.
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry,
And if I get thirsty, I'll lay down and die.
Cause it's beefsteak when I'm hungry, rye whiskey when I'm dry,
Greenbacks when I'm hard up, and Hell when I die.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry!
If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die.
O baby, o baby I've told you before,
Do make me a pallet, and I'll lie on the floor.
I've rambled and trambled this wide world around,
Raising hell with the gang, that is where I am bound.
It's with these gunslingers, dear Mollie, I'll roam
I'm a rabble rouser and Bama's my home.
If the ocean were whiskey,
And I were a duck,
I'd dive to the bottom
And drink it all up.
But the ocean ain't whiskey, and I ain't no duck,
So we'll play Jack O' Diamonds, and then we'll get drunk.
O baby, o baby I've told you before,
Do make me a pallet, and I'll lie on the floor.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry!
If I don't get rye whiskey I surely will die.
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I
Wish to sing of sweeter things,
That I have never known,
Nor will I
Ever see in my life.
My
Body, it is wrong,
But the days go on and on.
While I rot,
Singing songs of no consequence.
I
Wish to say,
Only what I know I know,
But I don't know what I don't know.
If that makes sense.
When I
Was a little kid,
Only six or seven or so,
Thought I'd die, I'd go to Hell,
The world would end.
I
Wish I could go back now,
Tell him about all of you.
Pat his head,
Make some cookies,
And go outside.
I'm
Still standing, wondering,
When I'll be alright again,
But at least until then,
I'm got some company.
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