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Epileptic Nightmare
02:54
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See the lights flash, time to swallow your tongue
We been at this shit though since we was young
Strap you to the chair; peel your eyes back with duct tape
Projector on full blast; psychological butt rape
Got that episode of Pokémon; shit's getting real
Found it at the dollar store, man, what a steal
We keep your medication just out of reach
Eyes rolling back while we stand and preach
The gospel of our cult, homie, we about eugenics,
And by the time we done, won't be no question that we meant it
If you have a disability, getting stomped the fuck out
We laugh maniacally while you thrashing about
You should've known when the screen started flashing
If your brains a computer, then it's doing some crashing
You call it lazy, but we call it callback
As they spaz and they foam we point and we laugh
After some time passed we bringing you some friends
Epileptic centipede from end to end
We ain't doing no weird shit, not sewing you together
Admittedly what we doing though, it ain't much better
Got those strobe lights in the back of the room,
An abandoned movie theater gonna serve as your tomb
Ice Age 2 was the last thing they showed
Before we turned it into epileptic death row
Making mad strides towards a Master Race
If genetics was competitive you'd be in last place
Your movements getting slower now, I think you had a stroke,
That's not epilepsy though,
Yeah, strokes are no joke
Conversation
You should've known when the screen started flashing
If your brains a computer, then it's doing some crashing
You call it lazy, but we call it callback
As they spaz and they foam we point and we laugh
On the day of your funeral, we hung up disco balls
Got reflective surfaces from wall to wall,
Call it sick humor, we'll tell you life ain't fair
Just another victim of this epileptic nightmare
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2. |
God in a Glass Vial
03:28
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Booze, drugs
And Rock n' roll
I love everything stereotypical
I like to fist pump and dance to cool tunes
Staying up late and howling at the moon
I say the n word just as a hello
It's a-okay, though, it's just with my bros
Greek life is the life for me
Always hanging out with my fraternity
I see the way they haze, though, and it's not cool
Call me Mr. T, I pity the fools
So I'll tell you what I did, I spiked all of their drinks
Waited 'til they got too drunk to think
Kept the party pumping 'til the verge of 4
Everybody passed out on the floor
Then came the needles descending from the sky
God said, "My child, they have to die"
Now it's time I removed my disguise
Hid all this time behind these glazed eyes
Then came the needles descending from the sky
God said, "My child, they have to die"
It's 6 AM, my friends are dead
I'm hearing voices in my head
I don't really know how the rest of it goes
But baby you already know
It's 6 AM, my friends are dead
I'm hearing voices in my head
Now I know how the rest of it goes
With that, it's time to move on with the show
Not quite sure where I got this itch
But I feel this glee as I watch them twitch
when they feel the pinch of the needle going in
Fill these veins with some heroin
Even if they're awake, they can't resist
Roofies in the drinks took care of this
Got my start with Pearly Gate-way drugs
but it's like straight to sucking dick from giving hugs
I lived in a box with my uncle Moe
The work of the divinity my life used to blow
So I took it upon myself, set out on a quest
To rid God's Earth of these uselsess pests
Now they're all out of minutes and they can't roll over
Choking on their vomit, kicking like Matt Stover
Think the dancing's over, but that's just wrong
Bodies seizing up to a trapcore song
It's 6 AM, my friends are dead
I'm hearing voices in my head
I don't really know how the rest of it goes
But baby you already know
It's 6 AM, my friends are dead
I'm hearing voices in my head
I don't really know how the rest of it goes
But baby, you already know
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3. |
Equinox Axe Man
05:13
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Spring forward, fall back. I'ma murder this track
Just like your sister when she's on her way back
From the movies on the Equinox. I'm oddly specific
Despite the fact she struggled, man, I'm feeling terrific
Drop her car into the ocean, hide the body in the woods
Didn't have a reason, I just did it 'cause I could
Get back home and make New England Clam Chowder
but the voices in my head man, they just keep on getting louder
Women in the Spring, and dudes in the Fall
Fast forward, staking out my next victim in the mall
Spoiler alert, though! News flash it's your mom
Daylight's runnin' short, it's time to plant the bomb
Under the front seat of her little sedan
The one you rode to soccer in before you were a man
Picking up bits of this bitch in the street
Is what forensics be doin' when my task is complete
I love the trees with purple leaves
I'll choke your dad with sweater sleeves
With the Fall breeze, I gain reprieve
I live to kill on days like these
The leaves are changing colors now, it's time for round two
All the dudes in your family, lined up in my queue
Sneak into the nursing home, and grandpa's on deck
I'm not wasting any time, I'm just snapping his neck, bitch
Crawling out the window 'fore the orderlies notice me
Find your brother working hard, just like he's supposed to be
On the back of a truck, grabbin' other people's trash
Shoved him into the back, it compacted his ass
Checkin' off victims like a grocery list
And when I'm done your lineage will cease to exist
Hard to miss anyone, when I've planned this well
Caught your dad grieving over mama burning in hell
Leaning in his recliner, just tryna watch the game
I know sad thoughts are always there, driving him insane
Put him out his misery, now he don't have to miss her
Wrap my sweater 'round his neck, chorus couldn't come quicker
I love the trees with purple leaves
Just choked your dad with sweater sleeves
With the Spring breeze, I gain reprieve
I live to kill on days like these
It's six years later, and you've finally moved on
Come to grasp that your family's gone
Catch you on a walk, I've been waiting so long
Drive an ax in your chest. It's the end of the song
I love the trees with purple leaves
All of your deaths are mysteries
I come and go just like the breeze
Am I a ghost, or just a dream?
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4. |
Failed Charisma Roll
04:19
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They say time heals all wounds, but I think this one's infected
It's not quite rape, but it still hurts when I accept it
Am I sugar-free gum? 'Cause I'm falling apart
Guess I fell in love with Kano 'cause you tore out my heart
Because I avoid death about as well as Macbeth
You did what's opposite of right and you straight-up left
Had me searching for a home like a hero without a hubtown
Fading into nothing like a shadow at sundown
Still I'm standing in the rain with a boombox 'cause I'm blue
Blaring some song 'bout how I'm lost without you
And I guess that's true, but you already knew
I'm like Shaggy without Scooby, I don't know what to Doo
I carved a masterpiece to be haunted by the image
I scratched at the walls until my fingers bled
Creating new hues and the most vibrant of colors
That I know will never be seen again
I carved a masterpiece to be haunted by the image
I scratched at the walls until my fingers bled
Creating new hues and the most vibrant of colors
Wipe these walls clean so I can taint them again
Seeking any solace is to find regret
I forgot to remember it's best to forget
'cause my wet dreams of you have rung me dry
Memories of belting out "Turn around, bright eyes"
festering subconsciously, I can't fucking sleep
Caught up in a rat race but I keep crashing sheep
looking back to the days I'd watch you cry
So I remember there was something behind those eyes
like the old paintings on a certain tv show
The one with the protagonist who says "Ruh-roh"
vaguely Asian like Toyota 'cause I can't seem to stop
Considering that we could have been more than a drop
In an ocean of these tragedies that always seem to swallow me
used to pull your best Apollo, cutting through the clouds that follow me
Intoxicating oxygen; you were a first breath after coma
dunno if now's the time, but Chloe has lymphoma
I carved a masterpiece to be haunted by the image
I scratched at the walls until my fingers bled
Creating new hues and the most vibrant of colors
That I know will never be seen again
I carved a masterpiece to be haunted by the image
I scratched at the walls until my fingers bled
Creating new hues and the most vibrant of colors
Wipe these walls clean so I can taint them again
I've got a Tick-tock heart, you put a time bomb in my chest
Picked apart, I picked to play. I can't give it a rest.
But I'm standing on the sideline, bugging a guy on a hotline
struggling to hold the phone as I'm trembling like a fault line
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Call me a "Heart" surgeon while I'm doctoring time
I want to know why, but it's hardly recompense
Just miss those fleeting moments where the world made sense
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Homeless Juggernauts
03:43
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First thing's first. Never start a metal band
If you want any dough or you want any fans
Blew the last of our cash on our asshole producer
ain't got no problem scammin' a couple fuckin' losers
Lookin' at you with these silly ass headphones
Totally get it if you just want us to head home
But I got bad news, that's not something we can do
The fact of the matter; we ain’t got no home to go to
We starved for so long just to pay for this song
Our naive young minds figured nothing could go wrong
financial situation took a turn for the worst
Dale Earnhardt style, now we dyin' of thirst
Every time I piss here, gotta drink out the sink
Don’t know how I'm gonna make it work, gotta think
Of a new way to make that muthafuckin' money
All I know's this video better be fuckin' funny
Oooh no. We're not makin' a music video?
Oooh no. guess it's time to get back on the road
Oooh no. We're not makin' a music video?
Oooh no. guess it's time to get back on the road
Homeless Juggernauts
Homeless Juggernauts
Homeless Juggernauts
Homeless Juggernauts
Sleepin' in a gym, stabbed some guy named Tim
Asked Nate why he did it, "Dude had sick ass rims"
Now we got a Maserati in a 30 doin' 80
While we rollin' through the intersection, hit some old lady
We stopped the car, but only so we could rob her
Eddie tried to call 5-0. I told him not to bother
Bro, we don't need anything that's gonna tie us to the scene
This ain't even our car, "I guess I see what you mean"
Open her purse, actually a worthy enterprise But now I see those lights comin' up from behind
So we pullin' right on over, best not to resist
Tried to drag me out the car, so I shot him in the dick
With his own gun, yeah that's right, I did that
go, go, go. Ain't no point in looking back
Now we three states away, and we still on the run
But ya know what? being homeless pretty fun
Oooh no. We killed a cop, there ain't no going back.
Oooh no. Goin' to Cali, get our lives on track
Oooh no. We killed a cop, there ain't no goin' back
Oooh no. "God damnit, Vlad. Why the fuck did you do that?"
Homeless Juggernauts
Homeless Juggernauts
Homeless Juggernauts
Homeless Juggernauts
Beverley Hills, where we'll exact our revenge
While we eatin' out of dumpsters, they all drive Mercedes-Benz
For just breathing in air with the last names that they have
by the time this song is over, gonna turn that to "had"
Now we mowin' down bitches at the crosstown mall
Ain't got much to live for, so that's why we grew the balls
Taking our sweet ass time in the LA sun
Just 'cause it won’t end well don't mean the middle can't be fun
Now we raising all these demons and we got these people screamin'
So sorry to interrupt your California dreamin'
By callin' our connections in straight from hell
We fucks with the devil, yo, can't you tell?
pullin' folks apart, impaling them on spikes
Probably ain't how they saw the ends of they life
Look up to the skyline and the hills is on fire
Nothing new there, but it really adds to the aesthetic
NOW THIS WORLD IS OURS TO COMMAND
I SOUNDS LIKE A DRAGON
*unintelligible gurgling*
Bitch
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6. |
Revelations
00:34
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Verbal Sludge Indianapolis, Indiana
An Indianapolis-based band that finds humor in the misfortune of others, and ourselves.
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