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Colby Jansen
01:28
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i can't be for certain why the fuck we're all here, but lately tame whispers sweet nothings into my ear. "can't explain; you just have to feel for yourself." (sweat drips down a screen) "get in line to get a feel for yourself. pleasure the american dream". run from it. run from yourself.
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Horny Math
03:19
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STOP. DROP. SIN. IT WINS. please don't make me do the math. he smiles as she steps on his feet, and he laughs as she kicks in his teeth. he walked up and smelled the roses. i don't know if i can take this anymore. your pores seep into my sleep, and molest me in my dreams, and although disgusting; it still makes me feel kinky as he dodges demons in his dreams, and cringes as he cuddles her to sleep. he woke up and raped the roses. i've spent (i've spent i've spent) six years wishing that i was a kid again (again and again). purity is such an awful thing to exempt (every now and then). i see the man with hairy palms and roses in his hands. i ask him if he ever got to sleep. he stares at me and he starts to weep, as do i. the man was blind. man, we're all blind.
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Hands In
03:04
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oh, looks like i'm headed home now, but with these voices i can't drown out; it's way too hard to be alone. no, it won't be long until 'they' find out all these places where i hide out. no, not strong enough to be alone. let me demonstrate a burn. i'm burning. i see you walk across a dotted line. i basked in broken glass as i lagged behind. there is no going here, yet there is no leaving here. test is done. pencils down. start a new example. oh, who's gonna fly me home now? eject my feet up off this cold ground? we don't have to be alone. no, it won't be long until 'they' find out all these places where i hide out. no, not strong enough to be alone. you can surpass it (you surpass it) if you can suppress it (you suppress it). It's not always so easy (you suppress it). Easy (easy). but, oh, it's so easy.
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Number and Number
03:42
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break the mirror. see yourself for the first time. draw the curtains. build a fort from the inside. we're caving in to find a way out. brick by brick. stitch by stitch. we build these walls. inch by inch. sip by sip. we built these walls. we can tear them down. i'm just passing by to lead the lamb to the slaughter, and don't you mind me as i try to hold my head underwater; just let me drown. process. it's all in the process of being this evil thing that you've made me. oh, isn't it wonderful? oh, do you feel better yet? i'll be the lamb. you could lead me to the slaughter if it gets me away from here. i'll be the lamb, or i could be the slaughter.
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