Smoking cigarettes in the shower, when they get wet I just light another
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I'm a cork on the ocean
Floating over the raging sea
How deep is the ocean?
How deep is the ocean?
>Sylviaaaaaaa
>Get your head out of the oven
SONO CHI NO SADAME JOJOOOOOOO
>I seen you fritter away
>Slow as a glacier makes its way down to the Rhine
Say hello to all my demons...
Innocent friction
boys and girls are stealing my oxygen.
Sex? There's no such thing.
All that's left is laughing, choking, laughing.
Clenched emotions
'Round my ween
Feel my heartbeat
Off and your head in
I feel strongly about violence
Love is a fist
Love is a fist
Love is a fist
>You told me goodbye
>How was I to know
>You didn’t mean goodbye
>You meant please come home
She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed,
I came in from the east with the sun in my eyes
I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead
>It seems today
>That all you see
>Is violence in movies
>And sex on TV
do you know how many days i havent died for you
I AM A SWAN’S WINGS
BLOODIED AT THE JOINT
AND PASTED TO A BOY’S BACK
LIKE IN THAT STORY
This room has so many windows
Too many windows
I've sat and watched the trees framed to fade outside
I hope the seasons treat you well
I hope the seasons treat you kind
As kind as I never was
As comforting as I never could be
I saw two fake long stemmed roses
On the windshield of a car
September come please take this heart away
Don't try to tell me that you care enough to love me
When you can't even do the things I need you to do
Don't make me listen to words you think will please me
When pleasing me don't mean anything to you
I GOT THE CLEANEST
MEANEST
PENIS
Step the fuck up and back the fuck up while we fuck this track up
-Frederick Durst
Poppy day, remember poppies are red
And the fields are full of poppies
so many great lines on deceit man. amazing lyricism throughout
Checkout time, searching for the shortest line.
The Express Lane! But they don't take checks and you gotta have ten items or less.
Well let's see... Ding Dongs, bag of chips, Captain Crunch and some onion dip...
It's sugar, salt, space and schism. The many sacred tenants of munchie taoism.
I got my favorite beer, CARLINGER! And pretty sweet Kool Aid you ear with your finger.
You take your finger and you put it in the bag and you shove it down your throat, but not too far. You'll gag.
That's less than 10 check me out, go ahead.
Oh, I forgot the tuna and bread...
Man to man, hand to hand
One on one, friend to friend
Are you man enough to soften up?
Are you tough enough to open up?
Man to man
You gotta let me in
Oh, I want to be a baby again
So now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving their dreams and past glory,
I see the old men all tired, stiff and sore
Those forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question.
>drop a smile passing in the hall
>but there's no laughs left, cause we laughed em all
>and we laughed them all
>in a very short time
I went to a doctor of philosophy
with a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knees
he graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper and I was free
there's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in a crooked line
the less I seek my soul for some definitive
the closer I am to fine
my colonscopy went well
at the bottom of the hotel
want to see u in my hell
where all our souls unmeld
Bad bitches wanna get us
And the model bitches, done did 'em
Big blunt, taste Skittles
You a little boy, yeah, you little
I'm on the Southside, where the bros at?
Get my Becky, get your hoe back
Got the junkies knockin' on the door askin' Carti where the dope at
And I'm outside with that big shit on me
Yeah, where your coat at?
Take a pic of this drip
Better go buy a Kodak
I poured a whole four in that lemonade
Why you act like you ain't know that?
I'm on the xans for real
I'm on the percs, I'm on the molly
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
And how we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here
And I might as well be talking backwards
Am I making any sense to you
And they only thing that really matters
Is the one thing that I can't seem to do
Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind
Maybe you will only read one or two letters at the most
Shipping crates might line the streets
Every stranger is a ghost
Cashiers won’t deduct the pain
Loneliness sleeps on the couch
Only noticing the stain once the colors faded out
>The phone call in the background of "A Psychopath"