I Can't Count or Read

Tomorrow's sorrows
Were planted yesterday
Heavy, unsteady
Torpor and decay
Obsession of depression
Will seep into your bones
Prayers of betrayers
Will leave you all alone

All alone
All alone
All alone
All alone

Tomorrow's sorrows
Were planted yesterday
Heavy, unsteady
Torpor and decay
Obsession of depression
Will seap into your bones
Prayers of betrayers
Will leave you all alone

All alone
All alone
All alone
All alone

All alone
All alone
All alone
All alone

Torpor

I guess I felt sorry for you
You looked sad and blue, you looked torn and bruised
Then I took a closer look at you
There were marks on you with paint and tattoos
I thought you were misunderstood
But then I knew you weren't any good
Never met a worse person than you
I never met a worse person than you

We met up IRL taking photographs to tell your tale
Well, no one wants your autograph
Except your autistic, special ed cabal
Hell, you look really fucking dumb
Anyone can play a guitar or drums
You met up IRL
It was F-A-I-L
It was F-A-I-L

You sat around all day long
Listening to all those boring songs
You fucked around all day long
Ripping off the bong and everyone
I thought you were misunderstood
But then I knew you weren't any good
Never met a worse person than you
I never met a worse person than you

We met up IRL taking photographs to tell your tale
Well, no one wants your autograph
Except your autistic, special ed cabal
Hell, you look really fucking dumb
Anyone can play a guitar or drums
You met up IRL
It was F-A-I-L
It was F-A-I-L

I guess you need a bad guy in your life
I guess you can't say goodbye without suicide
I guess you got some problems, well I got mine
I guess I'm pretty fed up with all your lies

You met up IRL
It was F-A-I-L
It was F-A-I-L

When you get to the top
I hope you get pushed down 
If you ever get lost
I hope you’re never found 
You love to hear yourself talk
About how you’re so great
When you’re feeling so hot
I hope you realize it’s fake

You’re always acting
Nothing that you say is true
You’re not a good friend
There’s a reason no one likes you
You play a victim
Because That’s all you know how to do
I don’t care that I win
Just as long as you lose

When you start doing well
I hope you burn in hell
When things start going your way
I hope it ends in dismay
I used to not be this mad
But you made me feel this wrath
Now I just hope that you die 
And I will never comply

I hope all of your friends
Stop playing along 
I wish you wouldn’t pretend
That you did nothing wrong 
It’s not that hard to admit
But you’re fucked and stupid
I hope someday you realize
The weight of What you did

Bitch

VERSE 1
wanna get a get away from here
wanna do a do a runner
i dont wanna be fucking near
this goddamn bummer

of a life, of a life
need a car to fucking drive
away from this place
that i really do not like

face the pain
fading away
i hate the way that it feels


VERSE 2
wanna run a run away from here
need to find a find a new life
everything i want is all so clear
but is too far from my

grasp, my grasp
need to drive really fast
away from this place
leave it all in the past

face the pain, fading away x3

i hate the way that it feels

i said face the pain
fading away
i hate the way that it feels

bummer life

black ops

handguns are beautiful

Credit to @𓃬 for saving this song.

This was not on Penguinband's Soundcloud at the time he deleted it.

PLEASE DONT TALK TO ME (redwoods) - Penguinband

i know how this ends!

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I Think I Really Really Really Really Really Really Really Really Hate You

[Slater's Verse]
Lately I'm dead
I can't stop feelings of dread
Lately I'm done
I can't have no fun
Lately life sucks
It's a cliche, now guess what
Lately life's fun
I'm done, all done

I don't know where I went wrong
And I don't know where I belong
In my head with all my songs
In my head alone all along

I don't know where I went wrong
And I don't know where I belong
In my head with all my songs
In my head alone all along

[Chorus]
Pity party, just for me
A party for one, so let me be
Pity party, you give me plays
I write songs and I'll be okay

Pity party, just for me
A party for onе, so let me be
Pity party, just for mе
Just let me be, just fucking let me be

[Owen's Verse]
My music is stupid
Pumping out stereo putrid
Confused and lost
I got fame but at what cost
I lost my friends and I lost myself
And all for what, she's still on the shelf
Goddamn this business is so lame
I'm going fucking insane

[Chorus]
Pity party, just for me
Pity party, can't you see
You make me feel like a loser
Why am I such a fucking loser to you

Pity party, can't you see
Pity party, just for me
You make me feel like a loser
Why am I such a fucking loser to you



Written by UhOhSlater and Owen Adamcik

I Can't Count or Read

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