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I Am A Plague
02:26
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I am a plague, the Ramones are the most romantic band to have never existed, painfully plain I have none of your time and I'm not exactly generous with mine, fulfilling my passion whilst neglecting my life flow.
Disingenuous memories that have you crave the past, leave them to lag behind you, you can be more than that, ascension, ascension gracefully sail the mast, push beyond petty wanting and find a medium of your own.
It's always been an issue that I can never stay still, now the problem is no longer only literal, I'm willing to take up arms and shoot down my own ideals any given Sunday to just get away.
Disingenuous memories that have you crave the past, leave them to lag behind you, you can be more than that, ascension, ascension gracefully sail the mast, push beyond petty wanting and find a medium of your own.
Can I encourage you all to drink from the Arab Spring?
Its always been that I'd rather be a cameo in life hence why I've always tried to take mine, Don't look down at me!
Disingenuous memories that have you crave the past, leave them to lag behind you, you can be more than that, ascension, ascension gracefully sail the mast, push beyond petty wanting and find a medium of your own.
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We were gods, we grew out of all things nice. Men came by way of explosion, out of for woman who simple life forms brought bubbles on the bubbling pools.
Experiment.
Fusion started design, snails breaking waves, we have begun here.
Bubbles on the breaking waves, nice goddess parasites, chemical holograms, chemical reactions, puppy dog tails, depths of the ocean, crust of the earth, we developed magic sugar.
Out of the mixture we developed Mother.
Addiction our very own creation.
The horror, the horror a prelude to Marx's Alienation, Conrad the thought provoker, a saboteur of mind infiltration. Conquete Du Pain, let them eat cake, A political manifesto or life experience intake.
Digest, regurgitate; a school system only creates yes men who cannot create.
Digest, regurgitate a just academic ladder has room to innovate. To serve to sell, zealous of our fate, world wide jealousy isn't up for debate. A simple trade in a worthless material in a sought after upper class market only generates hate.
There is space left, fill up the page.
But I only have the words they have given me, tear up the page.
Is there space left?
Tear up the page!
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Black Swan
03:53
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Like a black swan I surprise myself, everyone has an ego to feed. wither you come in last or you come in first some can get what they need.
A vague interaction whilst running on ice, there is more than two sides to this coin, lying to yourself to keep up the suspense then you feel that lump growing in your groin.
Dying is the only reassurance we have.
In this world of materialistic plastic.
Your moral compass is constantly pointing.
Then you let yourself be free from judgement.
This is our human disease.
This our minds unease.
Despite nature versus nurture & common sense, there are still those who'd drink a litre of turpentine, balancing on the edge the end of the line, tittering precariously to the edge.
Morality is in my control, even if we are just mere skin and bone, I've created a legacy in my mind and I choose to close the door.
Dying is the only reassurance we have.
In this world of materialistic plastic.
Your moral compass is constantly pointing.
Then you let yourself be free from judgement.
This is our human disease.
This our minds unease.
Like a black swan I surprise myself, everyone has got an ego to feed. What horror to be viewed but a martyr to be felt, we have an incredulous appetite for guilt.
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If only life was more monochromatic even the violence and illness around us would seem distinguished, beautiful, poetic and less hectic.
To live in a more vulgarly putrid time in which behind closed doors can hide any crime.
I'm a man who's stared into the cimmerian abyss and hasn't even contemplated his own fate, for those I love and those I hate.
There's no such thing as free porn, we can never take back our desensitisation.
All unattended children will be eaten.
Self sufficient ego mandate.
If I hear voices in his or her head, does that make me a third party schizophrenic?
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You play the game, you roll the dice, up the ante, I only gamble with life.
Just sitting judging and conjuring stories of from where they have been.
Peculiar creatures globalisation has created.
You look so bohemian with those white plastic headphones.
Tapping the receiver like a primate expecting a treat just so we can hear your ring tone.
The predictability of someone's luck, then you put yourself between me and a hard place. I've seen some fall farther and worse, gracefully than an out of touch disgrace.
Some can seem to get more from less, my mass consumption is self aware. Does that stop it being an issue.
Never mock someone's lack of knowledge, especially if they are trying to attain more.
But when mister know-it-all strolls along, let rip take advantage of this humorous cumbersome.
I find social situations a little awkward, I normally don't go.
Then I tell the Story of the tortoise and the hare, and the hare wins with speed of knowledge and nuclear warfare.
The predictability of someone's luck, then you put yourself between me and a hard place. I've seen some fall farther and worse, gracefully than an out of touch disgrace.
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There's just too many fuckwits in charge of their own destiny, it fills me with a worrying crescendo of jealousy, belittled for being liberal my heart pounds with intensity. I find myself cycling through a cemetery but no amount of eco-mentality can save these dying tributes of the past.
My opinions are my own, there's potential for me to right my ways but you'll always be ignorant.
Whilst the past founded this countries soul, there's no heart left in this land, no-one cares for thy neighbour, like a clogged artery is our infrastructure, sluggish, slow, a product of conservative labour, being taught royally who and how to hate, politically incorrect but I find myself emotionally invested.
Seemingly sensible, I'm atonally beyond the fence, although all I have to offer is nostalgia.
My opinions are my own, there's potential for me to right my ways but you'll always be ignorant. My opinions are my own, there's potential for me to right my ways but you'll always be ignorant.
I'm not shooting myself down cause I'm aiming at you, so if a country is run like a business then war is for personal use.
I'm not shooting myself down cause I'm aiming at you so if a country is run like a business then war and hatred is for personal gain.
A perfidious existence on minimum wage for some change for the Daily Mail, and a spoonful of rice and lies isn't very filling but when shovelled in by the millions it's more than sustainable.
Seemingly sensible, I'm atonally beyond the fence, although all I have to offer is nostalgia.
My opinions are my own, there's potential for me to right my ways but you'll always be ignorant. My opinions are my own, there's potential for me to right my ways but you'll always be ignorant.
Now lets toy with the idea that we're in fact here to cheat your system, if we are, are we not just trespassing impure layabouts?
And this country is not your playground no matter how many square feet of the sky you can claim to own, you're societies number one sinner and you have no one to confide unto.
And the worlds most tolerant racist doesn't know any better, from the planks and skanks of social debauchery to the righteous thinking, green tea drinking socialists, we all have to coexist.
So while I may work under you but I'm never beneath where you stand, because those are those thought that were bred in your mind of where you come from.
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7. |
Lynch Me
02:33
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[Intrumental]
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Liebe Wird Mich Frei
03:22
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Will we ever be more than a dirty little secret, you don't know what you want but you could be my Sigfrid, Liebe wird mich frei but thats no reason to die, one of us is gonna get burned in this lake of fire.
I'm a cynic, a bastard romantic thief, my greed makes me angry I have to grit my teeth, getting everything I asked for the wished for underneath, the value of my imagination can be tacked onto my wreath.
Possession, obsession is not hat I need but it is what I asked for and it is associated indeed.
For fate and love and thought and hate, could she ever forgive me for lying to her face.
You can never fool yourself, even with a heavy heart, give you and excuse to repent or to choose a new start, New beginnings, new trials and tribulations sometimes making the same mistakes again and over again is the only thing that makes sense in the end.
Amass, congregate and piss on my grave, if it makes you feel better then that is OK, not that I really have a say but jealousy still runs rampant right through my veins, I used to be a good one with a good clean heart, but that was back in those summer nights back in the park. Way up on my high horse someone better shoot me down, but I am ekel tier someone's gonna cut me down.
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Jamie Size Livingston, UK
I'm into collaborating and recording and performing the ideas in my head, not very prolific but I love what I do.
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