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Look Alive
03:23
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catching up on my rest in the excess
i aint depressed i'm just sick of being hell's guest
on some neek shit
they like bleak hits
screaming spite, cut my nose off for a btec
picking my skin off the floor
not the first time
framed into feigning the core
it's a paradigm
it's a cold hard floor at the end of the road
picking plastic flowers in your postcode
look alive, no one knows how the smoke tastes
losing any sense for the choke waste
take five everybody's got a new name
pick another start in the blame game
they got handcuffs for anyone who takes aim
another headless chicken in the campaign
look alive no one knows how the smoke tastes
tryning to find some gold in the new waste
buggered fools
looking forward to death or something
i get off on a page of nothing
we get offered the crumbs and love it
bury the lead
hide the papers unless it's for the weed
sold a q for a magical bean
lose it all in a second
giving up on the dream
cutting ties and bridging potholes for a pyramid scheme
they've got a hand on a bible and another on a starbucks giftcard
paraphrasing nietzsche tryna look hard
pressure to hesitate, it's already late
never got a seat at the table, brought my own dinner plate
i'm in my jobcentre fit looking for another credit to scrounge
chucking feet up at the end of your lounge
with some i don't give a fuck on my breath
with some i don't care what happens next
don't even know how much money's left
time to check my methods cus the devil's breathing down my neck
suffering thieves
got a problem with a mental disease
tryna take the pressure off of my knees
tryna break up the siege
post-mortem for the mellowing league
having problems with defining the beast
so look alive no one knows how the smoke tastes
losing any sense for the choke waste
take time everybody's got a new name
trying to find some gold in the new waste
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2. |
Clowns
03:03
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clock in again and send in the clowns
the new facepaint makes up for the frown
cus everyone's king but aint no one got a crown
i don't understand all the clout
looking for cause feels like looking for doubt
with an eye on my shoulder and an eye on the loud
they're asking me to be proud
but i'm like fuck that i'm out
cus i've got ants on my seat
hallucinating for weeks
throwing hands at apparitions but they're landing like sheets
they got the sweats on the phone before my sanction got reprieved
premature manifestation boy they blurred out the leaves
staring out the window as the hours come to pass
pissing in the wind when the rain's made of glass
give yourself some patience and you might get put on blast
makes you think it's all a show with no one in the cast
staring out the window as the days seem to fade
flipping thru for cheat codes wondering how you got played
kneeling in the garden with your bad leg in the shade
looking up and feeling as if nobody else prayed
doors locked they don't want that heat
rather bathe in dirt
they won't be discreet
doors locked ain't nobody gonna answer
circus mirrors out the window
shouldn't bother with these chancers
fuck a bluetick and new clique
i aint fuckin with these dancers
crew of topman button-downers looking like they're on enhancements
fuck em
smells like a plan g
i don't care about the details
call me when you make it out of retail
what does that sign mean?
reconsider what i inhale
tendencies that tend to make your teeth frail
please don't bother me
i'm too busy sending chainmail
forward this so i can make another sale
bun out the whole scene
teaching mimicks how to break nails
i aint worth my weight up on my own scales
clock in again and send in the clowns
the new facepaint makes up for the frown
cus everyone's king but aint no one got a crown
cus everyone's comfy but no one stays around
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3. |
Stockholm State
03:30
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pulling strings and pushing the least
double down
it's always a niche
looking down
clocking east
oncoming traffic
just stand and crease
cold bodies always make up the scene
promising it aint about the green
commenting on self-esteem
get caught lacking or make it routine
you got your arms in the air and your feet in the grave
pretending the care about the way they behave
left your mind in the gutter where
the scapegoat got saved
easy path for the retired depraved
check your pockets they're still looking loose
offer me a seat just so i can refuse
swapping roles
call a truce
keep on moving like you've not heard the news
stockholm state
we worship what we hate
no room at the inn, it's now real estate
sniffing mace
just get on, i know my place
bored of cheap heat, i'll turn face
perfect pictures again in my dreams
letting dickheads believe what they read
stained glass of the end times on stream
holding out for a worker's regime
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4. |
3.5 Facelift
01:28
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progress, salvation
some words i never learnt
frightful ambition
i curse the unconfirmed
if it makes you burn you'll never learn
swapping peace of mind for day returns
unavoided contact, chickenshit concerns
i'll never learn from my mistakes
prospective downward fall
fluoxetine laced the ethanol
all the things that should make me happy are making me wanna fucking end it all
when will the pride start to set in
when will my makers let me in
petition for an answer, but i don't want the call
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cutting thru the cord
dislodge your lords
praying for more
no rest for the infinite bored
give up the grift and take the fall
who dropped the ball
can't hold what you cannot afford
rewind and reset
playing games from the start
get screwed over like bret
with a stake in your hart
on some robert zimmerman type moves
how you gonna unwind all tangled up in blue
false pretence, no defence
belly out, looking like they got jaundice
fence-sitters, only act hard on twitter
keep my beef offline, flushing out the bullshitters
5am again
turn the clock back while hitting the ben
find a solution to the dilemma made in your head
consult the barracuda's five-part thread
take it out on the celebrated sellout
making room for the enemy instead
forever unaffiliated
pain
it makes us breathe
pain
with pride underneath
no one pauses
no one bats an eye
stay inactive
deciding how you die
glorifying weekend stunts
no inclination for these vile cunts
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