1. |
Quality Control
03:30
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Look at you, you are subversive
Look at you, you write in cursive
Look at you, you’re aware of the subliminal
So much so, you even think it’s criminal
Why don’t we give it a name?
One we already know.
Why don’t we give it a name?
Look at you, you’re so self-aware
Look at you, you’re barely there
The uniforms, we all wear them
Look at us, we’re just the new system
Why don’t we give it a name?
One we already know
Why don’t we give it a name?
You know it’s all the same
What we already know
You know it’s all the same
What we already know
Why don’t we give it a name?
One we already know
Why don’t we give it a name?
You know it’s all the same
What we already know
You know it’s all the same
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2. |
Grumble
03:46
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Oh baby, pick up the knife
You’re gonna need it
I’m already dead
Man, I knew it
Oh baby, turn and run
Now, you gotta
All I want is your brains
Because I’m so hungry
All I want is your brains
While we dance the dance of death
Baby
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3. |
Modified Snake Eyes
03:44
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This food on my plate
Makes it hard to concentrate
This food on my plate
I cannot differentiate
The voices in my brain
I know they're driving me
Insane
These voices in my head
(They’re gonna send you away)
I won’t do the naughty things they tell me
(They’re gonna send you away)
This cup in my hand
Makes it hard to understand
This food on my plate
It must be separate
This buzzing in my brain
I know it’s driving you
Insane
These voices in my head
(They’re gonna send you away)
I won’t do the naughty things they tell me
(They’re gonna send you away)
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4. |
Failing Core Subjects
02:28
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It’s night
And I’m already wasted
Debauchery
It’s contagious
I drink
I drink wine
I crush myself
From the inside
I am a poet
You just don’t know it
And you won’t know it
Until it’s tragic
It’s light
And I’m educated
But it’s the weekend
Let’s get abrasive
I read
I read books
I spit venom
On bellhooks
I am a poet
You just don’t know it
And you won’t know it
Until it’s tragic
I’m already wasted
I already taste it
All the bile and bullshit
You know, it’s pervasive
It’s light
And I’m educated
But it’s the weekend
Let’s get creative
I drink
I drink wine
I crush myself
From the inside
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