1. |
16th17th
02:11
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Request for Attention
Social Media Mogul
Redrentched in the fungal spawn
Personality totaled
Felt Im fallin off
Slip, trip, land on top
I wana feel this way for a minute
A muted silence
A night of sleep spinnin
And i walk and i walk
and i walk and i walk
and i walk and i walk
and i walk and i walk
and i walk and i walk
and i walk and i walk
and i walk and i walk
and i walk and i walk
Im scared
Unaware
Anti-social
I overshare
Im scared
Unaware
Anti-social
Overshare
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2. |
SCOOBERT DOOBERT
03:17
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The front lines
And the enemys hiding
Plain sight
Intel left in confinement
Flying blind
Yes i pray that im close
Cuz if the targets off
Then the bombs wont explode
Well the bombs arent exploding
And my self worth is imploding
Why cant
I be more accurate
Time equates to self loathing
And im floating down this river
As demerit count gets bigger
With my own personnel
Whos job is to disfigure
My image in my head
Of the better man left in my bed
Standing ready for the charge
With the worst outcome in hand
How long can i stand
Running through this onslaught
Just another trenched man
In a war hed thought hed already fought
He thought hed fought it
Thought he hadnt lost it
But in the frost
hed pay the cost
Square one return
slow body rot
Not as central to the plot
As i originally sought
Guess ill dig another trench
Victory is only bought
When im down i pop a cap
And when im down i hit the tap
And when im feelin ugly
I embrace this face so smugly
I want to feel the optimism
But honestly im struggling
To feel
Alright
With this life
To feel
Air tight
End in sight
To feel
Like there might come a day
When i look into to the mirror
With nothing to say
No more self infliction
No more of feeling sickened
Just blank slate toughts
And rank dank rocks
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3. |
Ballistic Thistle
02:50
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Dare step foot
In the land that I call home
From the beach side
Under street signs
I feel like im not alone
Bullet holy text books
Arrest the protest onlook
And the bestest of the best
They shoot your best friend in the chest
There are shields that give protection
And were always the reflection
If you can afford a mansion
Then fined crime is not a ransom
I can not escape
This land that i call home
And if i could id still be trapped
Capitalist strangle hold
I can not breathe
I cant believe
What i have witnessed
This world is gone
No right no wrong
Just chemical physics
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