Ego Death In Ontario

Lyrics:
I love doing drugs
I love doing drugs
doing drugs doing drugs
LSD

I love doing drugs
I Love doing drugs 
I love drugs
*Schizophrenic whispers*
I love smoking meth
And I love smoking crack
I love smoking crack
And I smoke the meth

I love doing drugs doing drugs doing drugs

Anxiety and Anti

Lyrics:
I want to go to hell
I want to go to hell
I want to go to hell
I want to go to hell

I want to do drugs
I want to do drugs
I want to do stuff
I want to do stuff

I want to have fun
I want to have fun
I want to have sex
Oh darling won't you come

AHhhhh Please stay out of my way AHHhhhhh

I want to be rich
I want to be rich
I want to be rich
I want to be rich

I want to be famous
I want to be famous
I want to be admired
I want all the attention

Bishop to B6, ha! checkmate! 360 no-scope backflip treflip

Killing chickens in minecraft is the worst sin known to mankind
Disease is caroseen on fleek brotha, my grandmother burns potato peels at the speed of light
George foreman wishes he was this cool
Smoking whiskey and rye with republicans in Kansas city
A cat pets my head in 3/4 time with a waltz

I'm Going To Hell

Lyrics:
He cuts the grass to grow grass to sell grass
He cuts the grass to grow grass to sell grass
to smoke grass
He bought grass he talks about grass
He cuts grass he grows grass in the yard
In his backyard

Tell me secrets of the grass
Tell me secrets of the grass
The grass the grass

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He works all day with his lawnmower
Making good cash oh what a drag
12 hour shifts
He cut his hair short it got too hot
Drug dealer drummer could kiss the ground
Kiss the ground

Oh how I wish I was rich
Now the grass grows 10 feet tall
Oh how I wish I was rich
Maybe if I worked hard like him I'd have all the funds to make me smile

Tell me secrets of the grass
Tell me secrets of the grass
The grass the grass
Tell me secrets of the grass
Tell me secrets of the grass
The grass the grass

He cuts the grass to grow grass to sell grass
He cuts the grass to grow grass to sell grass
to smoke grass

He bought grass he talks about grass
He cuts grass he grows grass in the yard
In his backyard
Tell me secrets of the grass
Tell me secrets of the grass
The grass the grass

Grass

Lyrics:
I feel like a piece of shit
I feel like I don't exist
That's all that there is to it
I simply feel like shit

You
You can call me anytime
Just not this time right now

When will this daydream end?
Dogs and cats might make amends
Your feelings invalidate 
My sense of time and space

At
At what point do you not laugh anymore

And it makes me sick to know that I'll profit off your old bags of forgotten personality

Silent muffled atrocities
We're all on the spectrum in
This mid-fi stereo system
And stolen liquor tastes too strong

Here 
Here I am restarting and I want to restart again

And it makes me sick to know that I'll profit off your old bags of forgotten personality

I feel like a piece of shit
I feel like I don't exist
That's all that there is to it
I simply feel like shit

I care
I care
I care
I care
I care
I care

I Care (Demo)

lyrics:
I may not have everything
But I have you to show me
All of the lessons which we learned decomposing the snare drum is heavy on my heart in the matress

I may not have full control of my body do not resuscitate me

& if the oceans were see-through
we'd be less entranced by see-food

I may not have too much to say
but I know the password to the dilemma
Just put yourself in a position where you can go into voluntary endings under pressure

I've not had time to see you
so I wrote a song so I could hear you

& if the walls come caving in I can cancel my ticket to heaven
the bodily inspection was postponed

I may not have full control of my body do not resuscitate me

My lungs feel like they're collapsing
When will this doomscroll be over with?

Learning The Wrong Lessons

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My most deep & vulnerable feeling about moving to Turkey

Lyrics:
Journalists journalists tell us the truth,
is there anyone intelligent in their youth?

The Journalists

Lyrics:
I'm waiting for the aliens
I'm waiting for the aliens
I'm waiting for the aliens

Lypoglycine injures my hands & controls me
Opening my door to the police
Slept on the couch again
If you have never seen my plants
Well, they're awesome
I want to watch these paintings dry
Who was that girl again?

I'm waiting for the aliens
I'm waiting for the aliens
I'm waiting for the aliens

Do you remember just a few years ago;
There were aliens
Flying around in UFOs
They're probably zionists anyway

I'm waiting for the aliens

Fever

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