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SLOWLY DYING (Prod. eldridge)

The Thirteenth Song On Facing What's Ahead (Cover of Blink-182's Dammit)

Lyrics:

It's alright to tell me what you think about me
I won't try to argue or hold it against you
I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons
The season is calling, your pictures are falling down

The steps that I retrace, the sad look on your face
The timing and structure, did you hear he f#%ked her?
A day late, a buck short, I'm writing the report
On losing and failing, when I move, I'm flailing now

And it's happened once again, I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands, and sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone, and I've been here for too long
To face this on my own, well I guess this is growing up

Well I guess this is growing up

And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview
You'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy
And I'll smile and you'll wave, we'll pretend it's okay
The charade, it won't last, when he's gone, I won't come back

And it'll happen once again, you'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands and sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone, and you've been there for too long
To face this on your own, well, I guess this is growing up

Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up

Dammit

my my with my fists clenched hard
squeeze the blood from my veins
got a heart love stained
regretting the old days
now i’ve changed my ways
i repent my sins just to win
let my old self die in the past

forget myself now that’s how i live
do it for the ones that be bumping my shit
wanna spread a vibe of love and pain
at the same time
now they knowing my name and they singing my songs

join me in this heartwake
a part my soul you can borrow
i used to be hollow

now i’m shouting from the rooftops this is it
getting lit off making music you can feel this
found myself now who i’ve always meant to be
i love it feels like i’m living in a dream

spread love that’s only thing i want yuh
yuh after heartbreak comes the heartwake
yuh spreading my name across countries
huh yuh finally found my purpose for life

yeah heartwake how ya bounce back from the heartbreak
a stake thru my heart let my love bleed
love scars on my heart
find and put back all the parts and restart
i just want the other half of my heart

LOVE STAINED

Lockdown is boring. Who gives a fuck if we just released an 'album' (gotta use that term loosely folks) three weeks ago, here's another. Anything that's over 6 tracks and over 10 minutes long is album, so we got you on a technicality you cunts! If you hate it, then fuck you. If you like it, give us money. Or not, we're not your real dad anyway.

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Down in the Vatican
The pastors cracked a fat again
He’s seen an Altar boy
That’s looking like a toy
He wants some of that again

He says son get on your knees
Now listen really closely please
You need to give me a jerk
That’s doing the Lords work
Quit being such a tease

Touched by the hand of God
Touched by the hand of God
Touched by the hand of God
Fucked by a priest

A Priest, A Paedophile And A Rapist Walked Into A Bar. He Ordered A Drink

A shitty situation, someone jacked my car
My taste is getting larger while I'm drinking at the bar
A shitty situation soon to be my past
If you buy me a drink I'm sure I'll have a blast
Chronic constipation like viewing others art
Lovely conversation but now I have to part
Decline your invitation I've got other plans
My time with you is nearly through I need a brand new start
A shitty situation, now that she can't drive
I better take the plunge while this thing is still alive
A shitty situation, I hope that no one sees
Should I call a cab or why not steal her keys?
An unsuspecting victim, a wallet or a purse
Your cards and your meds are why I'm so perverse
An unsuspecting victim, drinking at the bar
Desperate and alone please to meet you I am Mark
A shitty situation my judgement is a skew
I thought I picked up one but clearly it's a two
A shitty situation very well rehearsed
Oh is that your friend now I'm going through your purse.

Got It Made - EP

Shitty Situation

Guttermouth - Shitty Situation

Oh this is a fun one. I wrote it when I was a very angry 18 year old about this dude that really doesn't deserve the time I've spent on songs about him. Good times, good times. Punky tracks are LOVELY!

RUN! (You're Not Going Anywhere)

Sometimes, you have to be silent to be heard,
but if you can’t understand my silence,
how can you understand my fucking words?
They say there’s something better than silence; it’s to speak the truth.
Well, how is that any better if no one will ever believe you?

The way I see it, I’m thoroughly fucked.
Life is nothing but a game of poker,
and you can’t win poker without a little luck.
Luck has forsaken me and life is without me.
Someone drive a stake in me and fucking allow me
to leave life and luck in the past, and welcome me home
when I finally reach a place where I can die alone,
in seclusive serenity. All I ask for is peace
and for my entity and these holy voices to cease.

Kinetics battle the stagnant inertia
and velocity decomposes, silencing auditoriums
of innocents, as their aspirations crash to the ground.
Like breathing underwater, the only escape is to drown,
so let the waters of morbid faith crush your brittle bones
until they pierce your veins into your stomach, fighting emulsion and cold.

It isn’t too much fun regurgitating your own blood.
I woke up this morning covered in rusty brown crust,
only to discover it was really dried pus.
Internally bleeding and covered in bruises,
not able to handle another contusion,
I sever my skin and welcome sweet hemorrhage,
and allow carcinogens to give malignance a little leverage.
Hemorrhage sustains under anemia and aneurisms in my head,
then parotitis settles in, causing encephalitis after the parasites have fed.
After this, meningitis takes over and leaves me in paralysis.
Then, I fall into a coma, and survive under analysis.
While in a coma, I’m suffering malaria,
never to wake up and save my loved ones from hysteria.

My cognition has grown weak, but this is how I feel.
Do I need a fucking saint to determine what is real?

The blood intrigues me. Am I a hemomaniac?
Here, take back all this disease; I don’t think that I can carry that.
The richer the hemoglobin, the more potent the aphrodisiac.
I cut myself in different methods just to see how the bleeding reacts.
The razor is dull, so I repeat to continue the pain,
over and over. Why can’t I ever sever a vein?

I mentioned, earlier, an induction of radiation,
and I’m starting to think it would be the best method of cessation.
What happens to the human body when ionized?
What happens when the molecules become electrically charged?
Would my organs incinerate, the jelly pour out my eyes,
or my insides become charred?
Would I become a necrological marvel,
spontaneously combusted as if made of charcoal,
and sent to the coroner wrapped in a parcel?
The passage for cells of such poison must have been aortal.

I choke myself to experience vertigo,
unaware that my brain cells would only be the first to go.
Someone, sing me the song of the nightingale.
Let the lady with the lamp light the path to recovery,
a path of twenty-one thousand miles, a beaten trail
of gurneys, and corridors, and distant sounds of fluttering-
not of a bird, but of a butterfly’s wing.

The chaos butterfly, the goddess of calamity,
hinders the fates of unsuspecting families.
Perhaps, I’ll ask of Calamity Jane to put her gun in my fucking mouth,
or perhaps, while I’m in Deadwood, I’ll venture to Black Hills Forest
and never come out of the mine
where I’ve buried myself alive.

I’m afraid my situation isn’t entirely clear.
I’ve been in incarceration for over a year,
and even longer inside my head.
I don’t want to suffer through my own lies until death,
which seems to be arriving a bit too early for its appointment.
Karma’s a fucking bitch, is it not?

06 - [ACT I: REALITY] SCENE 5: Silent Hysteria

Described as "...It's like if The Chats took a bunch of meth on Smoko then went back to recording". Now, we don't fuck with no meth, but that is the *exact* vibe we be going for.

Deffrey Jahmer - Lead Vocals / Guitar
Tronald Dump - Bass / Backing Vocals
Lalai Dama - Drums / Percussion

A Priest, A Paedophile And A Rapist Walked Into A Bar. He Ordered A Drink

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