1. |
Explode
01:16
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I'm a hand grenade with no pin
I'm a moltov cocktail next to a flame
I'm a roman candle lit at both ends
I'm the dynamite next to your skin
I am ready to explode
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2. |
Dead Abby
01:45
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What am I supposed to do when I think my wife is cheating?
How do I know to be a nice human being?
What do I do when the neighbor kids won't leave?
Everyone is always making fun of me
What do I do when I think my in-laws suck?
Or my boss ripped me off for a buck
What do I do about my P.T.S.D.?
This priest keeps molesting me
I’m unhappy at work or happy but I’m missing exercise or hobbies or time with my kids. My parents are sick or dyeing or not sick but their minds are going. At least they are driving me crazy. If not my parents, my spouse, my friends, my children. I feel disconnected from the ones I love, listless, uninspired, I never follow my passions, I know I would be happier if I ate right meditated, called my mother but I don’t. Sincerely, Confused In Colorado
Dear Abby is dead
That's what the paper said
Dear Abby is dead
that's what I read
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I turn the stove on when I go to sleep
I've been drinking 8 days a week
I hang my tie up before I take it off
I run the car when I work in the garage
I've been shaving with a rusty blade
hoping my jugular gets in the way
put the space heater underneath the drapes
drinking bleach just to get away
Take my bath radio plugged in
Keeping my liver soaked in gin
Don't wake me from my hibernation
I'm waiving off ressusitation
Standing on this bridge looking over the ledge
Not trying to jump over the edge
Praying for a steady breeze
to put me out of my misery
I'm so tired of living
It's too much work to die
Kill my self one sip at a time
I'm so tired of living
It's too much work to die
Passive Aggressive
Suicide
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4. |
The George Orwell
01:08
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Just one look through prisms eyes
You will see what I despise
Freedom lost, liberty denied
Silent, Pilotless, Armed, Above
Secret Jury, Secret Judge, Secret Verdict, Secret Blood
You can count me in zeros and ones
You will see what I have become
Come on kids lets have some fun
I am the terrorist
I brought the bomb
You can hear me coming
I will sound the alarm
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5. |
Shitfit
01:13
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Somethings wrong with my head
Do what I said, before I throw a shitfit
Now that your down on your knees
Do as I please, before I throw a shitfit
Somethings wrong with my mind
I am one of a kind, when I throw a shitfit
when are you ever going to learn
You're gonna burn, when I throw a shitfit
Shitfit
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