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Worm Food
03:02
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They've got black widows in their heads,
legs where follicles should be.
We'll be better with 'em dead-
excluding present company.
They've got mosquitoes in their webs
suckin' blood-suckers to breathe.
We wear tuxedoes to bed.
Wake us. Wake us up and see.
There are no good deeds and no reasoning.
The life that we all lead is just seasoning for...
Worm food, oh no.
Party, hey hell yeah.
We are all screwed anyway.
Hold on, hold on to me
cus I feel I'm drifting.
We've got dying in spades
so launch my ashes into space.
Worm food, oh no.
Party, hey hell yeah.
We are all screwed anyway.
It's all one great big clusterfuck
and there can be no way to rearrange your luck.
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My Will Be Done
03:26
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Uh-oh. I'm bored again.
Maybe it's time to send a
message. Woe. Woe to the unbeliever. Woe.
Uh-oh. Your knees do not bend.
No, no. This is the end for you.
I own everything under the sun.
Still I am not having fun 'til my will be done.
Eternity ain't what it used to be used to be used to be.
So everyone do what I say and everything will be okay
forever and ever... or whatever.
I am not having fun, so my will be done.
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Quitters
03:46
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Don't wanna be like them- they who don't has the monies.
Cus they got nothing to spend on they honeys.
Think of all their meager dues.
They're quitters and they choose to lose.
They're quitters.
They're quitters.
They're quitters
and they choose to lose.
But things were simpler then- before the monies.
We had time to spend, ain't it funny
to think how all we quantify all that we ever do.
And all of the little things that we choose to lose.
We're quitters.
We're quitters.
We're quitters.
We choose to lose.
This game is rigged. I won't play.
...Fuck it.
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Pandora's Icebox
03:26
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"Please, whatever you do, DO NOT OPEN!"
Cthulu comes through and spits up
a tri-colored brew with a hiss.
What strange combination is this
that's spreading?
Neapolitan pandemic:
influenza, chocolate, and death.
Neapolitan pandemic:
influenza, chocolate, and death
comes for you from above.
Well it's probably true or it's
just broken.
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Mouthtrap
04:30
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Let's build a mansion.
Let's build a yacht.
Let's build all the shit they want.
Fill it up with champagne
and fine cigars.
Lure 'em in, then lock the doors.
Burn down the mansion
to the ground.
Sink the yacht
watch 'em drown.
What will they will they have to show
when they are dragged below?
Let's build a dance club.
Let's open a bar
with half-dressed ladies
and PBR.
Bump shitty DnB
and pump the bass.
They will not hear me
when I blow the place down.
What will they will they have to show
when they are dragged below?
Not a thing.
Sell poison mushrooms
at Joshua Tree.
They'll take a one-way trip,
I'll take their money.
I'd steal your fancy bikes
and cut the breaks,
but you beat me to it-
all I have to do is wait.
I don't play favorites.
I hate you all.
Set a word-of-mouth trap
just to watch you fall.
All, all, all, all, all I hate you all.
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