The Worst

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Aurora Borealis

Old recording Bronson and I did one night when we were learning how to use my equipment.  

Kids

I Can't Win

Why'd you come to see me yesterday
so unexpectedly?
I was tired, demoralized fucked up and I didn't know what to say

So I kept talking, talking 
Cuz that's what I'm good at
I'm SO FULL OF SHIT when you look at me that way
I really just don't know what to say

And I've proven that I have no self control in situations that involve you
And it's become apparent that my shitty life, it revolves around you
Maybe I should get some space, cuz every time I see that face
I lose my shit..
I love my shit!

And I can't read minds, give me some clarity
I know we live in a society of insincerity
Can I take your order? How was your day?
I never gave to shits about you anyway

He said I love you, but what he meant was...
Maybe we should test this
cuz baby I'm so bored and I'm so restless
I just need someone to help me pass the time....

Well fuck you for trying to be polite!
It wasn't very courteous of you to come and fuck up my life
But thank you, for going the extra mile to facilitate such a perfect denial.

And the question now is:
What am I gonna do when I don't have you anymore?
To keep me fucked up so my life does not become a complete bore..
What happens when everything's ok?
Will I shrivel up and blow away?

Well I'm just me,
I'm stuck in this cool evasion
Don't talk to me it's just mental masturbation
I'm not here for a surface conversation
Why don't you go and fuck your playstation

Cuz you never really cared about me
Your just in love with controversy
And I'm craving something real you can't take that from me
You can try to steal my heart and you might succeed
Because I won't hide my vulnerability
I want you to take advantage of me
Baby stop trying to oppress me
Shut your fucking mouth, and undress me...

And don't chastise me for being a hyprocrite
I'm human, doesn't that make me full of shit?

This Is The Kind Of Sense I Make At 4am

Hasn't hit me yet

I don't know if it's true, but
I heard it from a friend who loves me dearly
It gets harder and harder
Telling a few billion years what to do
In the few you get until you're through
Just like what you like and do what you do
And don't let your influences get too much influence over you
Just one cycle through a solid bloom and brood.

A billion years

Song bout a girl, recorded at precursor studios, still needs mastering, and to be finished writing.

Meleon

Skyscrapers are made of thick, meaty beams
Built from galvanized steal and reinforced concrete
They've got optimal resistance to all compression related stresses
Skyscrapers can withstand winds of up to 500km an hour
You could survive, in theory, by hanging out in one of their stairwells
during an F5 tornado, and
Skyscrapers have ultra-thick glass
I bet it's bullet-proof...  At least, on the executive floors
I bet a rhino would have trouble breaking through

You know, the point is, you won't outlast it
You won't lose that shoulder tension by throwing punches
And making impacts against it
So if you're holding out, you're just holding in
Till some poor fuckers going to see what happens
I get it, I get it

You got that Jagger-Hate and that Nozzle-Nose
You you won't outlive the towers
That's just the way it goes

Chorus:

Skyscrapers are built to last
Longer than your life's long stored up stash
Skyscrapers are built to last
Longer than your average home
Skyscrapers are built to last
Longer than your laminated parking pass
And skyscrapers will probably last
Longer than even the etchings on your granite tombstone

Skyscraper foundations are dug deep down into the bedrock
Sometimes, up to 200 feet - The length of your favourite ice hockey rink
And skyscrapers have never collapsed
You know, saving some intentional acts, like...
Systemized implosions, or systematic terror attacks

The point is, long after you've lived and gone
And long after even your past down generations have also passed on
And long after everything you given to it
And the dreams you've built into your limbs into it
Have been forgotten and erased
Skyscrapers leave a trace

But.  You can't take that out on the cabbie
Don't spit in his face
Don't take it out on some random guy
Don't take it out on a race
We don't call this belt line because we want people belting on each other all the time
Don't you make nobody's mother cry


Chorus.

This Is The Kind Of Sense I Make At 4am

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