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TOUCH YA SOUL (TIM CARSON).mp3

Tyler Childers & High Wall - Cap'n Jerry

police officers came up to my house in northern california
without a search warrant
and they were roughing up a fellow i was living with
and they said in the police report, they  "thought that he was carrying a gun"
he was carrying a beer can, and we all know how much a beer can looks like a gun
no, he was not carrying a gun
but i was.
shoutout superalways

its crystal and ur abt to fucking die

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SCREAM(210 BPM MIX)

lyrics
(vocal line 1)
The hole in me is greater than the sum of its parts
Every cut every bite every break every contusion
My soul is marbled with bruises
These things are never linear
The marks only fade on the skin
The dotted lines of serration leave visual guides for easy degloving
You followed them perfectly
You only wanted the skin at the end of the day

(vocal line 2)
At some point I started to pride myself on my pain tolerance
My masochism is a symptom
You never gave me the choice to listen to my body so I learned to ignore it
No i don’t know what I want just keep feeling me up until I dissociate enough to stop recoiling at your touch
And eventually maybe it’ll start feeling good enough for me to pretend I am okay with this
The worst thing you could’ve done is ask 
because then I have to confront the possibility that I am not okay with what is happening
and this turns from a mid hookup to something far more traumatic 
and this is supposed to be the high point in the cycle anyways

(vocal line 3)

The strings have been cut for a long time
But my muscles remember exactly how they were pulled
Marionette phantom limb instincts
I am a haunted puppet controlled by the ghosts of those who have hurt me

the hole in me is greater than the sum of its parts (2nd demo)

this one is about someone who should have died in a car crash because they survived and did horrible things. this and ashtray will both be on my next album, "the hole in me is greater than the sum of its parts" . probably will be out late summer early fall. 
LYRICS
you should have died in the crash
you should have been ran down
and bled out alone in the street in fear
if i was there i would have finished the job
if i was there i would have backed up over you
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH

no one else came to the afters
you locked the door behind me
slowly turned up the pressure
with chemicals to blind me
i just wanted to be safe
i just wanted to be safe
i just wanted to be safe
i just wanted to be safe
i just wanted to be safe
i just wanted to be safe
is this how you boil a frog?

i'm not gonna mince any fucking words
i hope you overDOSE
AND DIE IN THE MOST PAINFUL WAY
HELPLESS IN FEAR AND WITH NO ONE TO SAVE YOU
I CAN SEE IT HAPPENING
I CAN SEE IT HAPPENING
IT'S WHAT YOU DESERVE

you should have died in that crash
you should have died in that crash
you should have 

YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE CRASH
I DONT FEEL SAFE GOING OUT ANYMORE
BECAUSE OF FUCKING YOU
YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT

Posters (feat. King Kavon)

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