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Dental Care
04:25
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Drifting in and out of the contents of my mouth
Shifting too hard causes blood to gush up-right, and both south
Small prick in my arm
Don’t do me no harm
Just rip out my teeth
Going to a party, step-dad making cocktails
Pain killer pills, murder-mystery script fails
Best friend, don’t pretend to rob me
Don’t steal my envelope of paper money
Small prick in my arm
Don’t do me no harm
Just rip out my teeth
I found a video, I look pretty spaced
I look like I have Rocky Balboa’s face
When the hell will the stitches come out
When will I be able to open my mouth wide enough to shout
Small prick in my arm
Don’t do me no harm
Just rip out my teeth
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Cabin Dance
03:18
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When I want to, when I want to bleed
When I want to, when I want to sing
I'll come to you and the glistening guilt can entertain me
When I want to, when I want to bleed
When I want to, when I want to scream
I'll come to you, and your patterned cardigan can eat me
I'm going to write up a speech for whatever you want to have your
Eulogy say when you die young. "A spirited chimp, but you were quite dumb
Turned into old man at twenty one, wrote up a note and she bought a gun
Two weeks passed and another day, two months passed and another day”
I'm going to write up a cheque for whatever you want to have your
Eulogy say when you die young. "Spirited chimp, but you're quite dumb
Changed your name after twenty one, wrote up a note and she bought a gun
Two years passed and another day, two months passed and another day”
When I want to, when I want to bleed
When I want to, when I want to sing
I'll come to you and the glistening guilt can entertain me
When I want to, when I want to bleed
When I want to, when I want to scream
I'll come to you, and your patterned cardigan can eat me
It's like we're in an 80s movie, the camerawork is stale
It all seems to pale to the decade ahead, lying upside down upon your bed
You place your cardigan upon your chair and look as if you're dead
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Neck Value
05:33
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I've got nothing left to say to you
Actions speak louder than half mumbled sentences
So, I'll introduce you to the electricity
And you can be nice, and you can be friendly
And like an electric shock, restart hearts or leave them to drown
Beneath the weight of your dichotomy, no
Tell me it’s not that fair
A social chopping block, a passive guillotine
Go place your head on the pedestal, you don't seem
To value your neck, or Jeff Beck, or Constantine
Go find an opinion, a fandom or a team
An epitaph will say "Tried too hard to fade away
Proceed to seize the day, and fucked it all away"
Tell me it’s not that fair
Braindead, faded
Heart-dead, jaded
Face the music, stack your empties, eat the words
Wake up early, eat the worm and be the bird
Find a new rhythm and watch your mind schism, a tool to a company making shoes
And make a decision, to buy some cheap, top quality neck value
Tell me, what am I worth?
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Happy Camper
05:40
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Visual best friend confirmed for life
How I wish to cathart with you for fake strife
How I wish to believe that your world is real
Nothing, oh, seems more pretty than post-apocalyptic fields
Happy camper, that is me
I'll pitch my tent in reality
I never sleep, for what is more wasteful
Than lying stagnant and hallucinating
When I could be outside imagining days full
Of futures and fortune, and being creative
I never sleep, for what is more wasteful
Than lying stagnant and hallucinating
When I could be outside imagining days full
Of futures and fortunes, and being creative
Happy camper, that is me
I'll pitch my tent in reality
The world is fucked, oh, but it's full of love
And the sooner you sleep, the faster you'll wake up
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Title Pending Auckland, New Zealand
Ruben Mita
Cameron McCurdy
Josh Rundle
Alternative rock trio from West Auckland, NZ.
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