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Fantomcatz
04:58
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Don’t bore me with your pain.
I’m not to blame
in my gold mine.
But I’ll terraform your style,
wear it with a smile,
like it’s mine.
Burning bridges is too easy.
But my pocket squares are fun.
We’re all merry fools in jealous heat.
We’re all busy bees in honey wars.
We’re all cherry bombs of primal need.
(I was born to lead the way;
was written on my face
Manifest Destiny, so sweet)
We’re all slithering, skin to peel.
I won’t bare my shame.
I’ll play the game.
I fight to win.
I know I’m eating lies
with sides of fries,
but they taste good.
Burning bridges is too easy.
But my party tricks are fun.
We’re all merry fools in jealous heat.
We’re all busy bees in honey wars.
We’re all cherry bombs of primal need.
Shhh. Wipe your brow. I feel it.
They’ve got the steps on the internet.
Tear of woman, fear of femme,
we’ll help your message go viral.
Set that bitch to 345°,
bake into a cherry pie.
Serve it to the master
and be home for tea.
( I was born to lead)
I was born to lead
I know you can feel it, coming on
2 3 4 5
Put it to a page, and move along
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2. |
White Hole
02:58
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Washout another frame
Watching my youth quickly fade
I’m just in my way, I’m just in my way
And I’m doing it over and over again
Tell me what you always wanted me to say
so I can hold my breath and throw it in your face
and I won’t say I’m sorry, baby.
I’ll get out of my way
Not a moment left to waste
Just a single taste, won’t you say my name
Say it over and over again
My right eye doesn’t even trust my left,
don’t take it personally.
I’ve never had a lover be so true.
Thought I’d chewed and spit a thousand just like you,
but I’ll do all the things you want me to
‘cause you’re not like the other mortal fools.
Don’t lose the moment
Oh, you’ve done it now.
I lost my footing. Another gone, good dream?
No saccharine is evergreen, what tea have I been drinking?
Didn’t need a witness to all this demon business,
but here’s your front row seat to watch me lose my mind.
All out of distractions, come tears and fighting red balloons
How am I supposed to hate myself when you don’t fucking let me?
So you still want me? So you still want me?
Despite all my needs and crippling humanity?
Is this what you wanted to see?
What you wanted to see
What you wanted to see
What you wanted to see
Why are you smiling? Why are you smiling?
Why do you stay on a boat that’s capsizing?
Could I be, could I be
Could I be, could I be
Could I be, could I be
overreacting?
How could I not be a little bit afraid of you?
You see me, and I swore that it would never do
I’ll do all the things you want me to.
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3. |
Gaslight
04:38
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Excuse me, I’m speaking
and I don’t want to be “that” bitch, but
it really seems like you can’t let it go;
like everytime a female says “no”
an angel loses its wings.
Aren’t early birds the first to blame?
We know their entrances and exits by name.
Wallets fat with false positivity,
you stare right through me.
All my crimes are on display;
skirts are leading Freds astray.
There’s a ghost inside my ear,
been yankin’ my chain 30 goddamn years
and I don’t wanna be “that” bitch, but
it really seems like he can’t let it be,
and I don’t help with all my...speaking…
...like I’m asking for it.
If I can’t see the forest for the trees
my existential crises
could be my only golden years memory,
hoping not, but crawling steadily
to that end. I’m the means,
jagged chipped shoulders, bare, ever-lean
toward hating
every last human being
as if they aren’t all fucking trying like me.
I just can’t pretend
I just can’t pretend fighting the inevitable
gives you any sense of peace.
Gaslights sell you happiness;
they’re lying through their pearly teeth.
Excuse me.
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4. |
Machine
04:44
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If only good vibes
grew from vines like grapes.
My anger lingers
far beyond by blind faith.
Ain't making peace a nasty game?
She is a boulder
unmercifully fixed upon my back.
I smile through every panic attack.
And I hope she lets go
while begging for more
as the unknown beyond
steadily taps at my door.
I won’t ask for your help
‘cause I’m the perfection queen.
My crown beckons for me to feed the machine.
And nobody else can do it like me:
tearing me down so gracefully
while I bleed.
Watch me, my hands are still.
I can do anything and I will
((For my next / trick / I’m taking control))
((With an honest liar’s vitriol))
I’ll tell you my big secret;
Your queen can sting like bees.
You know I wouldn’t hurt a fly
But can’t a girl have fantasies?
The only prey she wants is me.
Aren’t you tired of being so numb?
Aren't you tired of feeling so blue?
Sick of being told
that happiness is waiting for you;
Grind a little more, toe the little line,
feast your starving eyes
until you go blind.
Fooled myself once again
with a fallacy of who I could be:
A rosy cheeked parody,
a manic pixie dream.
Surrendered my time, wasted away.
“Oh what might they sing about me
After I’ve laid in my grave?”
Watch me, my hands are still.
I can do anything and I will
((For my next / trick / I’m taking control))
((With an honest / liar’s vitriol))
When you win
When you win
When I feed
When I feed
the machine
When I sleep
When I sleep
Our history was
Our history was
Our history was
Written by victors
Victors of
Victors of wars
Victors of wars
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