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Wax Knob
01:56
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Will we ever find out
How to find enough time
To pursue our interests
While we're still in our prime?
Stuck inside an endless loop, don't choose what we get to do
Have to work a 9-5, to pay all our bills on time
Will we ever find peace
Are we doomed to destroy
That which we are born from
Never finding real joy?
Living life just so we die, never stop to wonder why
We never reach enlightenment
FROM ALL THE RESOURCES THAT WE'VE SPENT
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Temple
04:12
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Pull my eyes from outta my head
Cover my lips so I can't breath
I bet you thought I'd wish I was dead
But I love for you to see me bleed
I stand before the temple of the Goddess, and hope that she can hear my prayer. But, if I'm being totally honest, I'd rather she feed on my despair
Pull my strings, and twist my arm
Subject me to enchanting harm
Lock me up, and toss the key
Sick devotion, set me free
I stand before the temple of the Goddess, and hope that she can hear my prayer. But, if I'm being totally honest, I'd rather she feed on my despair
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3. |
Y E E T
02:19
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In need of constant validation
Set behind my self-deprecation
Anything to keep you around awhile
It’s okay that we are in denial
When I realize this isn’t right for me
Will you just hold me down, or will you set me free?
And will I clip your wings, or will I let you fly?
Everyone tells me that it’s okay to cry
But I
Feel as if I’ve been here before
Can’t live stuck in my head anymore
Cuz either way, we’re running through the motions
Center of attention, object of devotion
When I realize this isn’t right for me
Will you just hold me down, or will you set me free?
And will I clip your wings, or will I let you fly?
Everyone tells me that it’s okay to cry
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Surf zombie from outer space
Came to enslave the human race
Harvest us, and eat our brains
Stuck around for some killer waves
Now he’s got that towhead hair
He brings his board most everywhere
Forgot about his evil plans
WHEN HE SAW HIS FIRST BIKINI TAN
Look out for the men in gray suits
I don’t think they want to hang loose
Now he loves living in the sand
Throwin’ shackas’ all across the land
The government just leave him be
His ship is full of homegrown weed
Chasing barrels keeps his hunger at bay
FAR OUT MAN, BOMBS AWAY
Another day we live to face
Surf zombie from outer space
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5. |
5 Star Man
01:52
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It’s fucking stupid that you
HATE MY GUTS
You just couldn’t see cuz you’re
OUT OF TOUCH
You had to hold on to your
TEENAGE DREAMS
It’s my fucking nightmare
AND THE SPACE BETWEEN
So now the bridge has burned and
HERE WE STAND
on separate cliffs
IN DIFFERENT LANDS
I can’t fight the feeling
IT’S FOR THE BEST
A brand new scar
UPON YOUR CHEST
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Wicked Shithead Portland, Oregon
Will Zeigler
Ted Bryan
Hayden Alminiana
Matt Kellough
Elie Hoover
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