This song is about the black plague

~ LYRICS ~
Genocide
Genocide

Their beaks are made of lavender
Their hands are full of scalpels
They came with their needles
To destroy my household
Genocide from rats
My parents are out back
Dying on their favorite lawnchairs

Shovel in hand
Shovel in hand

Brother baked in quicksilver
My crops are festering now
The rats are scurrying along the rafters
Of my crumbling childhood house
(Genocide!) Genocide from rats
My parents are out back
Dying on their favorite lawnchairs

Shovel in hand
Shovel in hand
Shovel in hand
Hand, hand
Shovel in hand (genocide)
Shovel in hand
Shovel in hand

Wut Larx!

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~ LYRICS ~
Crash me down to the boughs of an arborvitae
Build your castles out of dead birds
And I'll go down the path again
The path of your foreboding

I'm out of breath
The tussocks, the moors
All want me to fall on their heads
But I won't
I'm out of breath
The old rocky shores
Wanna mess with my head
But you won't

Listen to the sound of the houses burning
Should've built our castles out of bricks
And I'll go down the path again
The path of fake clarity

I'm out of breath
The tussocks, the moors
All want me to fall on their heads
But I won't
I'm out of breath
The old rocky shores
Wanna mess with my head
But you won't

You'll never take me alive
You'll never take me alive
You'll never take me alive
You'll never take me alive
Alive

And I'm out of breath
The tussocks, the moors
All want me to fall on their heads
But I won't
I'm out of breath
The old rocky shores
Wanna mess with my head
But you won't

I'm out of breath
The tussocks, the moors
All want me to fall on their heads
But I won't
I'm out of breath
The old rocky shores
Wanna mess with my head
But you won't

But you won't
But you won't
But you won't
No, you won't

Fake Clarity

~ LYRICS ~
I don't care what you think about me
Living in your shadow is tiresome
I don't mind what they say about me
All publicity is good publicity

Everyone is numb from guns
Can't you give it a rest?

You know I know you well enough to
Leave you alone
You know the otoliths of the city are
Being called home

I don't care about your stories in your lungs
I can't find respect for you
I don't mind what they say about me
All publicity is good publicity

Everyone is numb from guns
Can't you give it a rest?

You know I know you well enough to
Leave you alone
You know the otoliths of the city are
Being called home

You know I know you well enough to
Leave you alone
You know the otoliths of the city are
Being called home

You know the otoliths of the city are
Being called home

Otolith

Heads Up, My Love!

Tell Her How You Feel

~ LYRICS ~
I tend to gravitate towards people who I know don't hate me
I tend to affix to people who won't suffocate me
Am I a fool?
Am I a fool?

Might've made a mite of a whale again
Holding myself underneath my own denial
Might've made an unconscious effort to
Bury all of your faults underneath the kitchen tiles

Might've made a mite of a whale again
Holding myself underneath my own denial
Might've made an unconscious effort to
Bury all of your faults underneath the kitchen tiles

I tend to navigate around all of the condescension
I wish you understood everything I'm up against, yeah
Do you think I'm a fool?
Do you think I'm a fool?

Might've made a mite of a whale again
Holding myself underneath my own denial
Might've made an unconscious effort to
Bury all of your faults underneath the kitchen tiles

Might've made a mite of a whale again
Holding myself underneath my own denial
Might've made an unconscious effort to
Bury all of your faults underneath the kitchen tiles

Do I look like a fool?
Do I look like a fool?
Do I look like a fool to you?

Might've made a mite of a whale again
Holding myself underneath my own denial
Might've made an unconscious effort to
Bury all of your faults underneath the kitchen tiles

Might've made a mite of a whale again
Holding myself underneath my own denial
Might've made an unconscious effort to
Bury all of your faults underneath the kitchen tiles

Might've made a mite of a whale again
Holding myself underneath my own denial
Might've made an unconscious effort to
Bury all of your faults underneath the kitchen tiles

Might've made a mite of a whale again
Holding myself underneath my own denial
Might've made an unconscious effort to
Bury all of your faults underneath the kitchen tiles

Mite of, mite of, mite of
Mite of, mite of, mite of

Mite of a Whale

~ LYRICS ~
Break out the news! We've found Claude dead
In a confessional in his big castle
Coroner ruled it was a blow to the head
So we'll go fool with his locks

A-a-a-all this is on your head
Clothes all a deep vermilion red
Shower him with diamonds
So we can fool with his locks

Throw myself after the boat
Throw myself after the boat
Throw myself after the boat
It's taking Claude to heaven

Throw myself after the boat
Throw myself after the boat
Throw myself upon his throat
I'll help get Claude to heaven

Seven days and seven nights
Seven days and seven nights
Seven days and seven nights
O-on his trip to heaven

His pool hasn't been cleaned in so long
It's full of dead bugs and the worms that leapt forth from us
Everyone knows his son's head is all wrong
So we'll go fool with his locks

A-a-a-all this is on your head
Clothes all a deep vermilion red
Shower him with diamonds
So we can fool with his locks

Throw myself after the boat
Throw myself after the boat
Throw myself after the boat
It's taking Claude to heaven

Throw myself after the boat
Throw myself after the boat
Throw myself upon his throat
I'll help get Claude to heaven

Seven days and seven nights
Seven days and seven nights
Seven days and seven nights
O-on his trip to heaven

Claude in Heaven

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