can I not tread on these unholy branches any longer?
the ground is worn, my feet are stuck in god knows what.

I would contemplate existentialist bullshit if the trees weren't fucking staring me down

this can't seriously be a motherfucking lake.
this makes no goddamn sense I'm going home (fuck this)
at least 'til I get some head of illusion. 

Forest of Fellatio

a cyclopean menace, sharp to the touch
a demon within heaven's reach
let it rain, let it fucking rain
once wasn't enough, you're all alone on this one.

you stole my sunshine, now i'm left with what?
you're the rainbow after the storm
i'm the wash in the gutter 

Snap Kracko Pop

she must have looked so
beautiful spattered facedown
on the tokyo street

or better yet,
trembling,
in her hands
a .45 millimeter invitation to hell

and as you walked in
with clear intentions
little did you know
that you'd be the only one
and as you were amazed
with your hand over her virgin breast

so did you, baby. 

Hairy Monster

Awake child, awake child
Your doom awaits
Awake child, awake child
Your doom awaits

Like tripping down a stairwell
You stumbled aimlessly into the arms
(Of fate), of fate wide open
Wide open

Unarmed, unaware, so goddamn naive
Not one of the crowd, to be sure
Unarmed, unaware, so goddamn naive
Not one of the crowd, to be sure

You are the unintentional Judas goat of our time
Of our time
You

Not one of the crowd, not one of the crowd
Not one of the crowd, to be sure, to be sure
Not one of the crowd, not one of the crowd
Not one of the crowd, to be sure, to be sure

You need not our help, nor heed our advice
A hero of time you may be, but you'll never be one of us
You need not our help, nor heed our advice
A hero of time you may be, but you'll never be one of us
You need not our help, nor heed our advice
A hero of time you may be, but you'll never be one of us
You need not our help, nor heed our advice
A hero of time you may be, but you'll never be one of us (one of us)

You need not our help, nor heed our advice
A hero of time you may be, but you'll never be one of us (one of us)
You need not our help, nor heed our advice
A hero of time you may be, but you'll never be one of us (one of us)
You need not our help, nor heed our advice
A hero of time you may be, but you'll never be one of us (one of us)
You need not our help, nor heed our advice
A hero of time you may be, but you'll never be one of us (one of us) 

Hyr00l (rough)

ay, pobrecita. what a poor little girl
pull the strings, she'd pirouette
what an idealistic, faithful girl, sad eyed-puppy
and you left her in a cardboard box on the side of the road

when you grew taller, she platformed
when you were cold, she was there
when you fucked, she faked harder

two pink lines later..

almost like she was never there at all

pobre. fucking. chica. 

Something Tells Me Club Soda Isn't Getting This Mess Out

never before has beauty been so deceiving
except in your eyes
"keep on son, don't look back"

maybe it was electric
but it could've just been a rainbow-flavored reverie
walking in a day-glo dreamland together
your love is like a drug
and how i wish it could've just been us
down our dreamland path together

I'm on the fucking edge.

neon glows, as streetlights fade
floating on cloud nine, just to fall. 

Rainbow Road

When the roots bleed their insides out
I've gone and fallen into your mind
so carry me away
I told you once, I don't want this again.

I don't care for your distaste.
I don't care that you can dance better than me.
so just carry me away. 

I Got Dancing Lessons From Hitler, And Let Me Tell You, He Is One Classy Fuck

if you can't tell what this is parodying, you either don't have a grasp of the myspace cybergrind scene or lack basic cognition

on that note, note will's silly bree, the only song that he does vox on

wecamewithbrokeneardrums

We, the cocky little freaks, unite
(Good luck) Good luck against Uncle Andross
We fly tonight

We fly tonight, albeit this is horrible
Keep your thumbs on B and R, and we might survive
We fly tonight, albeit this is horrible
Keep your thumbs on B and R, and we might survive

I’m no landmaster; take to the skies
I’m no landmaster

I’m no landmaster; take to the skies
I’m no landmaster; take to the skies
I’m no landmaster, take to the skies
I’m no landmaster, take to the skies

You’re becoming more like your father
Too bad he’s a douchebag too
You’re becoming more like your father
Too bad he’s a douchebag too

Can’t win ’em all McCloud

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