1. |
Photogenetic
01:52
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[Photogenetic]
Well my old fashioned heart won't sync
To this techno-social scene
I've got more than enough reasons to drink
I don't want my brain
I don't want a shrink
Get cover, get cover
Hide all your lovers
from one another
until you are dead
Get cover, get cover
It's war now, there's hovering
laz0rz above your head
Chug all the liquor
Just don't let the flickering
light of your phone touch my eyes
'Cause I am a tripper
Lost in a picture,
Film where my company's worth my time
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2. |
Queasy
02:43
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I don't need
Nothing from you
I've got a room full of booze
Making plans
To lose again
Sure has a way of curing the blues
My mountain
Of weed's now stems
On shitty days who needs friends
Because THC
And blocked memories
Seems to have me set
The only thing out there for me's
Another hit
Because every time I leave the house
I wanna vomit
I don't know
The last time I
Ate anything at all
My room's trashed
But nobody's
Been here since god knows when
Fill my tummy
Fill my bowl
In hopes of maybe
Filling my soul
Because you're still out there
And I'm still too proud
To tell you I'm still here
In fear you will look down
I was here before you came
And you couldn't get me out
So I guess I'm stuck here now
And the only thing out there for me's
Another hit
Because every time I leave the house
I wanna vomit
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3. |
On Delay
01:46
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It was daylight and I thought I was tired enough to rest my head
But I came up quick, now sick of what’ll happen instead
Drug experience
on delay
every day
whatcha want
who’s to say
it won’t stay the same
It’s always different stuff
Never trust the cut
Everything I wanna do is against the law I saw a cop taking off
His clothes, skinny dippin wishing he had a better job
Now I’m up late, time to celebrate, call someone who can find me a date
In a baggie or off a plate, he won’t pick up, I just can’t wait
For a drug experience
on delay
every day
whatcha want
who’s to say
it won’t stay the same
It’s always different stuff
Never trust the cut
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4. |
New Kind of High
02:07
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I’m fed up
With getting fucked up
I need a new kind of high
Or I’ll surely die
I’m so bored
Of this game board
I need a new kind of high
Or new insides
I guess my brans’i tost
tied to afence psot
wit a snng that sz sorry I’m dry
I guess my brain’s toast
I died or came close
Now I’m waiting to be swallowed by the sky
I should have walked away
You said you had more to say
Everyone trying to keep me from going astray
Is the reason I’m drifting today
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