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Monsters
Hiding in your closet
Watching as you slumber
Guns and knives and all
Evil
People who eat people
Dying just to meet you
Unhooking their jaws
Some guys they kill for love
Some guys they kill
To resurrect a savior
Bathed in blood
Some guys they kill for food
Some guys they kill
Cause the whole world needs to pay
For their childhood
But these guys
They kill you
Cause I paid them to
Shoulda thought about your family
Now they bleed
Now they bleed for your stupidity
Shoulda thought about your little ones
Now they're gone
Sent straight to the oblivion
Fuck what you deserve
It's all just words
Gotta break their laws
Before they break you first
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2. |
Red Looks Good On Him
04:45
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She's my world
He put his hands on her
And so I wet him up
From head to toe
He called her
Some disrespectful words
And so I wet him up
With no remorse
If you listen in the witching hour
You'll hear me call your name
From the corner of your cell
As a tall shadow with a face
If they stabbed you in the kitchen
And you left this place today
Would your people front funds
To buy a tombstone for your grave?
Family is a burden
Friends are such a chore
Money is the ends
And that son of a bitch
Has more
Nerve endings screaming
Like a motherly grieving
That's just all your weakness
Departing your flesh
Take it from me
Prison is not a place
You wanna be
But she's waiting for you
Violence is God
The cause with no cause
Bigger dogs eat smaller dogs
Some may prosper
But all must bow
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3. |
Lipstick with no Lips
05:26
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I wish I could love you
The way you love to be cruel
And take me apart
I wish I could love anyone
But the sun set on that
I was lonely
When we met
I thought I'd snort
What's left of my heart
Strung out
In a Dunkin parking lot
I want you the most
When you're all dolled up
And you're crying alone
Black mascara flows
Down your loveless form
Like some beautiful ghost
Skyscrapers cloaked in heavy fog
Stood like columns to an uncaring God
I heard a hooded figure's call
Saying "Son, it's time to end it all"
And I said "Look what you did to me"
Swallow my load like your hydrocodone
Nursing the fear that you'll die with no one
Relish those evenings of sordid escape
Chasing the feelings
You can't imitate
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4. |
Ottessa
04:56
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That cruel bitch
In fishnets
Owns all existence
She suicides by fire
Although she never can die
Oh no, she never can die
She is violence divine
And her will is pure greed
The blood of all things
She suicides by fire
Although she never can die
Oh no, she never can die
We are ideas
In her mind
I am shit
And I'll always be shit
Street rat baptized in West Philly spit
A creature of sin
A whore wouldn't kiss
Even if she was sick
And the cure was my lips
Yeah I got my problems with law
And what about em?
Warrants for my neck?
I'll fucking drown in em
You might think some words will keep you safe
But them men with guns
Will just blow your ass away
Yeah I got my problems with the law
And what about em?
Water turning red
In county showers
You might leave this bleak facility
But them prison bars
Stay with you
After you're freed
Cause that's what trauma does
He outlives his victims
Drinking their delicious blood
Breathing white lies into black lungs
Yeah that's how trauma works
He watches from the dark
Studying your every word
While whispering intrusive thoughts
I wanna be touched
Like someone who's loved
Some intimacy
Would have meant the world to me
I wanna be touched
An object of lust
Some intimacy
Would have meant the world to me
If I wasn't
Born so ugly
Would she covet?
Would she want me?
Would the loathing
Wither away?
Would the mirrors
Sing of praise?
Would her kiss pierce
Through the skies?
And shower
Me in light?
Would I relish the feeling?
Would it even be me?
And even after all that she's done
I'm still in love
And heaven is as empty
As a junky's stomach
But this world
For me
Is enough
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5. |
Liquid Jesus
04:44
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Back in the day
You were always wasted
Drink half a handle
For breakfast
At least
Back in the day, well
You used to clean up
A new back on your mattress
Like every week
Back in the day, God
You were a monster
Fight any man
Just for looking your way
Back in the day, man
I used to love you
Look at you now
Such a shame
Well Liquid Jesus brought a stripper
And she's down to fuck
And she loves her coke
And she moves her hips
Like a devil would
Yeah she's down to fuck
And she loves her coke
And she moves her hips
Like a wife never could
If I could bring your daughter back
You know I would
You know I would
If I could mend your wifey's heart
You know I would
You know I would
But first you gotta kill for me
Cause blood is God's only
Currency
You gotta trust me
Come on, I'm the J-man, baby
Everyday thousands of kiddies are slaughtered
Who gonna miss one little slut with no father?
Who gonna miss one little slut from the brothel?
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6. |
Evil has a Babyface
04:48
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Dark web percs
Flowing like spit
From Satan's drooling mouth
Unmarked guns
Bound for the hands
Of your misguided youth
The mind
The mind is a curse
Death to earth
And the filth she has birthed
And I'll get away with it
Cause I'm smarter
Than you dumb fucking pigs
You can call me "shit"
But I make more money than you
I tell you what to do
You can call me "bitch"
But I get more pussy than you
I know you know it's true
Little toy soldiers
Do as their told
Submissive low lives
Reciting honor codes
Don't wake
I've got your SIM card
I've got your hard drive
I teach your wife how to cum
I teach your children
How to die
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7. |
Sav
03:37
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I don't wanna kill you
I want you to want me to kill you
It's only fate
You must repay
What you took from my world
And we'll start
With your fucking heart
I'd like to kick in your skull
Sink my teeth down to your bones
Eat your soul
With a Sauvignon Blanc
I'd like to bash in your brains
Adrenaline in your veins
Eat your face
With an aged Cabernet
Cause you made me hang myself
With an infinite noose
Over and over again
It's natural law
Bullets cannot stop a man
Who feasts on human hearts
I'll be your God
Warden of your feelings
And possessor of your thoughts
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Rough Sleepers
06:45
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For your crimes of perversion
You are sentenced to die
Drawn and quartered
Cleansed in our Savior's eye
For your crimes of corruption
You are sentenced to hang
Till your neck breaks
Cleansed in our Savior's name
We'll build heaven
On the graves of the camgirl pimps
And pornographic dealers
Who salt the earth
And corrupt our sacred youth
Did you love me, dad dad dad daddy?
Well I want you to die
And mom never said shit
What a pitiful bitch
Some men just are such violent sinners
They'd make the backs of even a nihilist shiver
He made me feel like a girl
I didn't want to feel like a girl
No
Down here we have justice
Hurt women and kids
You get punished
You lose your skin
You get bludgeoned
Heaven's dungeon
Just the way that our God wanted
Sex
The enemy of reason
Of all that is good and decent
He haunts all our pasts
And I'm not going back
You can't make me go back there
Hell will tremble
Fear will be your friend
Dogs
They were wolves
They were strong
They were good
They protected their herds
From the beasts
Of this earth
Our dogs
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9. |
Featherweight Kid
03:57
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Jake is the featherweight kid
Trains at a South Boston gym
Goes on a Percocet binge
Two weeks in rehab, he's fixed
Mom used to drag him to church
Till she was drug to the dirt
Dad said "don't cry when you're hurt"
"Weakness is only for girls"
La la la la
Through his violence
You'll find deliverance
And in the ring
You will see
Just how beautiful
Pain can be
Love in your eyes
And blood in your mouth
You kill them
You kill your own trauma
Jake is the featherweight kid
Trains at a South Boston gym
Goes on a Percocet binge
Two weeks in rehab, he's fixed
One-hundred twenty eight pounds
But he will beat your ass down
Don't judge a man by his size
When you're a bitch
Who can't fight
La la la la la
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10. |
Satan is the One
04:51
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Belly full of sin
And so they wont let me live
And it's chill
Cause I hate my fucking human body
Led a life of crime
And so they want me to die
But it's fine
Cause I hate my fucking human body
Satan is the one
One and only love
Jesus is a cunt
Who makes you drink his blood
He and Daddy God
Judge you from above
Tell them what you've done
About all of the thoughts in your simple, peasant head
Oh the damage you will do immeasurable
Faith can be a weapon
Sunlight for the doomed
Eyelids sewn together like
Festering gunshot wounds
They call us deviants
Cause we love how we want
As consenting adults
They'd skin us
For our world
They rape kids
They teach war
They make slaves
Of the poor
They burn beauty
And art
Fuck their Gods
Fuck them all
Shoulda heard them scream when they saw that
Gun in my hand
It felt so
Fucking amazing
I thought I'd
Cum in my pants
And I said
'Ahhhhh'
'I don't want your fucking money'
'I just wanna set you free'
When they're staring down the infinite
People tell you anything
But why?
Do the weakest minds
Live such long, long lives?
Well not tonight
I will watch you swine
Die
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11. |
Templeton
04:34
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I'm too weak to resist the pull
Of pleasure cheap and physical
Hand on my heart
Gun to my head
I just can't say 'no'
Wild westerns at the pharmacy
Angels in my arteries
Hand on my heart
Gun to my head
I just can't say 'no'
Well all their bodies fall towards decay
And that's just fate
All the vultures circle anxiously
Before their feast
The dead
Now they scream your name
They pace back and forth
As they weight
Your nails
Find their way to your face
Moving through your flesh
Like a blade
And no your children aren't to blame
But they will suffer all the same
This curse cannot be undone
This curse was honored in blood
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12. |
Mob Dad
07:43
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Even Devils need love
They desire like anyone
Pay for skin on skin fun
Just their money's drenched in blood
They speak in code
They eat their own
They bleed for gold
They need to rest their heads
On mother's breasts
And feel their dread
Fade away
Even angels need drugs
They get high like anyone
Little skin incisions
Just their money's from above
They're razor sharp
They don't get caught
They drown their thoughts
They want to rest their heads
On mother's breasts
And feel their dread
Fade away
That's what you are
Heartless and ready for war
Apathy's whore
Slave to your passions and lords
You serve them well
There is no God
No one who cares when you're gone
No one at all
Nothing, but blackness beyond
Infinite dark
But fentanyl and fine dining
Await as your payment
For cutting your heart
Out of your chest
I'll kill you in this world
See you in the next
Maybe we'll be best friends
Or maybe you'll kill me instead
Bullet holes open your skin
Leaking out your emotions
With all things considered
It's not such a bad death
Someone left their headlights on
Your late mother's voice whispers
"Wont you come home, son?"
You levitate
Floating to the heavens
And the city down below
Goes on forever and forever
Never met a bitch I couldn't break
It was fuck or be fucked
And there was money to be made
Never met a man I couldn't shake
Fuck credit cards
Just bring a gun up to his face
We were the grim reaper's sons
From Revere to Winthrop
Made a pact with the pitch black oblivion
Bodies filling the beach
When our business was weak
Turning priests into fent fiend missionaries
I'm sorry bout Big Mike
But he was losing his touch
Couldn't keep his mouth shut
So we sewed that shit up
I'm sorry bout your chick
I heard she took her own life
Couldn't stomach all the hype
From the South Boston vice
I heard your daddy was a fucking rat
When he dies
Throw his body
In the fucking trash
One more night with her
Alone in human form
I promise I wouldn't do
Anything to kill the mood
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