i listen to this when i walk to work in the morning

IM NOT CRAZY IM NOT SHY IM NOT QUIET I GOT NOTHING TO SAY NOTHING TO SAY FOR MYSELF🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

ION EVEN KNOW WHAT HE SAYING BUT ITS PEAK

e v e r y t h i n g

Maybe the best way to explain myself is not to say a word,
Maybe the best way to assert myself is let myself get hurt.
Habits have a knack of knocking back a better man then me.
Many men could manage my imaginings and never be
Hazy. The best way to escape myself is knowing what that means.
If I try to be more than I can be will I still stay me?

Maybe the best way to contain myself is letting myself go.
Baby you bet I entertain myself but no one comes to the show.
But me and any audible audience oughtta get together
Never let it get obvious that I never sold a ticket to it
It's intuitive, it ruins any lucidity. I'm losing it, see, I confused it for free.
So finder's keeper's I guess.
If you must know
I'm only an ego
If you love me, let me go.

Oh no we won't row, until we're in the stream.
Oh no, we won't ride, until we're in the street.
Oh no, we won't go, until we're on our feet.
Oh no, we'll divide until there is no "we."

Oh No, We Won't Go

Bigger Than Yours

Cut/Clap

The Better To Eat You With (ft. Michael Hovsepian)

1fish2fish

Leanin’ on a wall in a hallway, waiting on a fall from a tall place, stay on the ball.

Chase the liquor quicker with a flicker of sick all up in my ticker.

Trickle bitter shit through the face of a primate.

Throat’s closin’ as I choke, fake a joke, overload and take a toke, won’t float my boat, no? I’d run but I’m stunned, torn asunder, honey I’ll go under. Funny, I don’t wonder

how I’m shy and quiet at the time of a riot, yeah I kind of mind it, maybe, baby I should try it.

To be screamin’ in a bad dream, scheming with a tag team, sanguine theme. Don’t you know what I mean?

 

I’m movin’ forward and toward a new world order. Sorta bored of mourning nothing but my post-mortem. Lord, I never thought it better to be wetter than a whistle hissin’ missin’ every mark but I’m still ass-kissin’.

Tired of these violent villains, my vial’s spillin’, while another brother’s willin’ to bother me while I’m chillin’.

Solid as a buildin’ I might scrape the skyline, my minds eye and my blindside know why

I’m bound to be surrounded by the sounds up all around me. I was lost, but now, you’ve found me! Hide and seek with a childlike freak while I’m tweakin’ on a freak by my chemistry.

 

I am bleeding, can’t you see the hand that has been dealt to me?

Hearts club spades to diamonds that don’t shine.

Should I shuffle or buy another pack? The ace of spades is at the bottom of the pack.

Shades of gray will fade to black and white.

 

It should’ve been understood a bit. Tricky shit, ain’t it? Tasted, getting wasted, and I’m fated to be lame. It’s a shame to face my face and place my space. A trace of a race with a case of spray-mace.

Meddlin’ peddlin’, pattlin’, pedalin’ people. It puts a cheap creep’s steeply like a leak from a needleprick. Bicker, bitches bicker, pick a pint a poison. Sticky veins and noise are poised at their loins.

I’m whacked out, blacked out, snacking on caviar. Getting in my car and trying to take it too far. Christ it’s nice to be following the north star. Bet your bottom buck that you’re fucked as a pornstar.

Heathers Big Break

D.U.I. In The Sky (A Verbal Equinox Bonus Track)

Big Ears Glenn - Hey ft. Will Wood

You Are Love - Will Wood (Unreleased Will Wood)

Nobody — Will Wood Unreleased

LAST DROP B4 PROJECT

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Im stuck in my head
And I can’t get it out

Your heads in the bottle
But mines in the clouds

Wont bother to listen
With all this deceit

Cause life ends
When you turn 18

Walking the world
Seeing NPCs

My only real friends
Are on PC

Keep banging my head
And gnashing my teeth

Cause life ends
When you turn 18

Life Ends At 18

A recording that will appear on Strange Thick's upcoming EP engineered and produced by Jonathon Maisto.

Pronoia

Lucy Called

Am I one with the man I am if I can't stand me?
Fucker, you can brand me.
Come on, suck it up, Eve-
Eat the damned granny smith apple quickly,
Hope your god don't see me feeding you sweets.
I'm dead from the neck up- wait,
No I mean neck down, check up on my frown
and from down there to the ground.
Better kill me quickly if you want me gone.
Only truth can trick me, on that I'm not alone.

I can do what I want to,
You can do what you want to.
With the use of my tool we can fuck
The Rules.

Well pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Eat dirt cheap, better chalk it up to the superficial timespan
Mindscan, a richter scale.
Beat these treats of alarms a-wailing,
Shiver to the teeth, success in failing.
No, no, no no no no no no no no no.
Succotash and brandy, suck it up and try
To fly away from the lie you've cried too to today.
Sickeningly quickly, fucked it up this time.
It's just getting so fucking dry.

You can do what you want to.
I can do what I want to.
With the use of my tool we can fuck
The Rules.

We can do what we want to.
I will do what I want to.
With the use of my tool we can fuck
The Rules

Coitus With Regulations

I picked up a bag of a bit o' brain lag.
The smack and the magic attack came back.
Around every corner was a morning loner
Whose tone was a boner, so I'll telephone her.
To pour out our soul in a tour that tore us.
Our minds and our music, nothing will bore us.
A new world order. A new form of. The bright formations
Fuck it I told ya.

Good morning, Broadway Joe. Rising with the dawning light.
We've got time left and a moment to spare and it's been a crazy night.

So when the sun explodes, and the shapes erode
And when the dark, forboding, sins escape.
We find ourselves in folded paper and the message on the police tape.
Do not cross, or they'll cross you out. They can write your name off without a pen.
From the One to Three for Five, Six, Seven, more- the hatred is the 8, 9, 10.

Good morning, Broadway Joe. Rising with the dawning light.
We've got time left and a moment to spare and it's been a crazy night.

I bit you back in a shark attack.
And when I come around and turn the sky black, there'll be hell to pay.
I laid to rest all their tests at their best, when their second guesses turned out at last, I dispatched the day.
I screeched back with a heart attack
When the last of the bastard aristocrats, they were acrobats in air.
Death leamed at me from my eyelids, I can't sleep nowhere.

Good morning, Broadway Joe. Rising with the dawning light.
We've got time left and a moment to spare and it's been a crazy night.

Heathers Big Break

Jamface

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