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Roman Coke
02:52
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Bar room brawl, in my head.
Can't sleep now, got broads to bed.
I've been made, got my cause.
Roman cocaine - shit is God!
Repeated sin, tear my soul.
Trading unce for rock n roll.
Flathead curse, seditious plot.
Burn a page, this bird flies on.
Where did the night go?
How could the day come?
Well, I got the mix, pop right up again. Because I'm special.
Take my time, forget it all,
My pool hall wardrobe calling card.
Paranoid, mechanical,
From its height, Rome did fall.
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2. |
Newport Douche
02:32
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I'm gonna shave my arms,
Gonna shave my chest.
Cant skip leg day, bro.
Counting calories is the best!
I'm gonna treat you like shit,
Like a daddy that wasn't there.
And it's gonna work, Mercedes lease is in repair.
Skiing in the summer from the slopes of a bathroom.
My best pals, Landon, Kyle and Tanner.
This bitch'll suck my dick.
No courtesy finger.
I'll get her best friend next.
Inciting jealousy is the best.
Hudson jeans, Patron shots.
eVapes. This Armani watch.
Wild Goose, Goat Hill,
Cassidy's and Brew Co.
Drunk as hell, Laventinas by 2.
The Newport Douche is out to screw you.
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3. |
Ego Echo
00:56
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So many things going on, you'll never get a hold of me.
Can't you tell how great I am by my scroll feed?
It's dark where I sit, alone. What's wrong with me?
The millennium's a hit. We're fake pieces of shit.
Single, swiping right to find a future enemy.
Strategic waiting period before texting.
It would be the end to find out you like me.
A challenging game. Keep up with my pace.
Disgust thrown around too much; nauseating.
Clown on the screen wants my attention badly.
There ain't enough LSD, beer or weed,
To keep me sane. So my ego goes untamed.
Now I'm in the gym taking 50 selfies.
Only one will do, phubb my trainer effortlessly .
Body's hashtag fab, inside its so drab,
Incapable of seeing what's really in front of me.
Can anyone get through to this new uniformity?
That's preaching independence by adhering to conformity.
I'm out of phase, crave gmy smartphone's embrace.
Ego chamber echoes hypocrite.
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4. |
R.A.L.U.
01:51
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Undoing everything we fought for valiantly.
I'd say I'm sick, the shoe already fits.
At first it was funny, you tried assuring me,
We're playing for keeps, locker talk on the cheap.
Oh how cliche! Another protest song today.
Headlines in the mirror faker than they appear.
To those asking why, get your head on out of mine,
Careless actions are brought to bear.
Crepuscular at dawn, the tweetin' yellow orange one.
We don't feel alive if we're not in a fight.
Inept is the norm, blame keeps us plenty warm.
Outcome of virtue having disappeared.
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5. |
Matriarch
05:38
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She wiped away the mud stains,
Traversing to the house.
Garden watered, tools in order, removed a dirty blouse.
The matriarch in absentia, now soaring to new heights.
Reunited with golden peers. She built it with her mind.
Determined to live without wear or woe.
But time purveyed so she got slow.
It'll happen to us all one day.
Her next of kin had made the trip,
We watched in awe; her will to live.
Until the end came in May.
Mary keep going, it isn't too far.
They say when the light shines in, you're on your way, for sure.
In this life alone, never kneeling to self-doubt.
You showed us there's always hope somehow.
My entire life I heard of a man, handsome, smart and sweet.
It's only proper that at time's end, your two souls will meet.
On that day in May, we surrounded you with love.
Ascension to heaven means little, when you've always lived a cut above.
Up and up, keep going, then watch me with your eye.
"The physical house deteriorates, but you're still young inside.
Never subscribe to the rest, always reach for the sublime."
If there's one thing I'll remember: we build our existence with our minds.
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6. |
Jaguar's Creed
02:58
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Gummo and Identity by projector light.
Adolescent calls into the night.
My first connection to akin to love.
Your faux fur is heating up my blood.
Computer is back in town.
Boomer hangs around.
I struggle to feel the lust I once knew.
I never told anyone about you.
Do you see my fake face?
I see yours, impressive. We stay on pace.
Computer is back in town.
Boomer hangs around.
Will Kal be found?
Running this shit into the ground.
Doing what rats won't do,
Yet water bugs terrify you.
A 1200 mile road.
Get a grip on abbey load.
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An apology is owed for leading you down a dark path.
I knew hope as you do, I steal to incur wrath.
Shut up! Don't call me! I cannot be lonely.
"I don't understand what is happening."
Well, I do, and it isn't so pretty.
It seems like you're losing your kitty.
Creed, don't freak.
I'm a bastard worth haunting.
In pieces within a blink.
How we betray our old thoughts.
I'm not even sick from ruining it all.
Over the shoulder, I wait for her call.
It won't come, we've poisoned the well.
Soft kisses rain down in hell.
A bloody mission!
Your submission.
Take control.
I'll dig a hole.
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7. |
Toad
02:59
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I have this thing inside of me that won't learn when to quit.
Negatory rampaging, I'll be quite the twit.
A new beginning. Cool, calm, collected.
Keep me on an even-keel or havoc I emit.
Get me out of me.
I will not relax.
I'll be away from me.
Consistency's the trick.
Is it too late for us to resume this song and dance?
Unhealthy pattern I promote, you take a second glance.
Thinking highly respiratory, cannot afford to act.
It's the hero inside of me, failing back to back.
I swore I would not take you for granted,
Now I've put us back in square one.
Safe to say I learned my lesson,
But will we come undone?
I'm sat here counting on a promise,
That I don't know if being human will let you keep.
A man accepts the consequences.
A man am I, but only skin deep.
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8. |
Kelsey Rae
01:45
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Kelsey Rae look at you.
You've helped me change my tune,
In the heat of a crescent moon,
Your sexy hairdo and cool tattoos.
A yoga class in Tustin-town,
I needed to hit the reset button.
I'm the novice and sweaty class clown,
Still obtaining my intention.
But you've got this way about you.
Petite yet strong, spiritual ammunition.
When I'm all done goofing around,
I'll come back to get your attention.
That bombshell sass.
Figure like an hourglass.
Yesterday was puff-puff-pass.
But today it's a new road: namaste. Let my spirit flow show me the way to...
But you've got this way about you,
Inspires my arcane instinct.
My entire future I begin to rethink!
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9. |
Bug's Log
02:05
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She sits home alone, pepper the eyes, watching the dogs, injuries on high.
He's in the field, youth in disguise, defining love, awaiting surprise.
Figuring it all out, the good lieutenant reports back home,
Fertilizing the nation's hope.
Our tribe's most dutiful is the supporter of the domestic dream.
Inspiring youthful energy.
Crawl into the car, it's a rural town.
We don't fit in, we get pushed around.
Things we said we'd never become.
Big city rush to consume our senses.
No articulation of thought's presence.
Confused master has no apprentice.
He knows if you want shit fire, be prepared to eat glass.
Don't become a relic of the disillusioned talented.
All the times you aren't happy when you know you should.
Bush-whacked! Bug's log: enduring the next same thing for the sake of ambiverts.
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10. |
Our Tribe
02:20
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Our true nature is not one of decorum.
We dress in ties only to wield the knife.
When pressure's on and all alarms sound.
It's all for themselves. It'll seem like hell.
But I see a silver lining.
A speck of light through the thick of the trees.
I see hands reaching out and those that grab them,
Pulling them up to see their inner supreme.
No one is watching but you wouldn't know different.
Who would bleed for that which isn't green?
My kind, conflicted, who know their darkness.
Drown leviathans to ensure dreams.
Illustrating the code of our tribe,
Shunned in spite of "modernism's apostasy".
It's our tribe!
"Ah, the sun comes up.
Fuels our lives and burns our eyes.
Drenched in warmth within a lifetime.
Cold solitude at the end of time."
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11. |
Roy
02:25
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Lying in the sand, Roy the spider feels at home.
Conquered flags, fading memories of a broken heart.
Hold it open, a kind gesture, a car door reveals beaming eyes.
She's so lovely, gentle yet crazy. Roy's in a web of his own design.
"Now you're aware we've got the tendency to over-share."
Piece outta place. It's all over her face.
Commitment and it's ugly brother, scared.
Stay brave or plan your escape?
Feeling less alone,
With her beneath icy stars.
Languish in laconic words,
Melt into silk wrapped arms.
Then she tells of her break-in. The cop urges her to look on. Roy the spider in a disaster, good thing you left the condom on.
"When we see our uniqueness as virtue, only then do we find peace."
You've witnessed an obstacle that's see-through.
Reptile mind seeks greater release.
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12. |
Shade Struck
03:48
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Through the day I hide in plain sight,
A friend, a neighbor, your kin.
My darkness emerges gracefully as dusk settles in.
Methodical, cunning, slightly crazed;
I temper my raging beast.
When the time is right, I strike, and let the demon feast.
Watch myself pour lye on the stone.
As blood runs to the gutters, I'm dismayed.
Catharsis was so brief, I thought it'd last an entire day but,
The search for its new member is underway.
Pelts lay in the dusty basement, awaiting engagement another time.
Now the skeleton room is my priority.
Each bone taken from a different person.
A radius added, who's the next member?
Vital remains discarded without replete.
I’m temporarily exchanging pain.
So I proudly don my shade.
I watch myself pour lye on the stone.
The smell of bleach takes me back to my younger days,
Of cleaning dogshit off of a summertime patio.
Now I sit here demented, old and gray.
I watch you set down flowers at the stone.
I followed the corpseless casket to its grave.
Watch you mourn the loss of an innocent soul.
A sigh of relief. My mark is made.
I’m bent out of shape and always in my shade.
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blindboss Costa Mesa, California
rooted in punk | inspired by the future
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