dead

It's Your Fucking Fault That I'm Dead On The Couch - Belowground reupload

Live At Mat's House

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born to die

crazy for you

FUCKTHEWORLD

KILLY0URSELF

NVM ITS SO OVER

Makeup's on and you're looking just fine
Don't you know you're wasting all your time
Cuz you don't even know what you want
The sun is going down and it's getting pretty dark
You never had any bite just bark
Only chasing the ones out in front

You say you're scared of me cuz they way I think
Call me an incel cuz I never get pink 
Everything I do seems to make you sick
You always shut me down it's so frustrating
Then fuck your dog and call it masturbating
But somehow I'm the one giving you the ick

Disgusted by everyone
Yet you're not afraid to have too much fun
I know you're the real degenerate 
Go through life not caring at all
Not until you're up against that wall
Then you'll finally go back to giving a shit

How have you convinced yourself
That it's not your fault but somebody else
Everything you say is so absurd
I don't wanna hear another word

Because I can't take it
I know that you fake it
You are such a prick

The Ick

Can't wait till I get to wake up
And pour myself a morning cup
Get to my job extra early
Like I've been doing for thirty
Years I spend here everyday
Making less than average pay
But I don’t wanna be anywhere else

Get told off again by my boss who’s got an attitude
Don’t defend myself cuz I don’t wanna be too rude
Rather know my place with a smile on my face
Turn around and slave away
I can’t complain about the hand I was dealt

I love what I do
I’ll never complain
About being screwed
Can’t wait to do it again
Do what I’m told
Be someone’s bitch
Until I grow old
I don’t think I’ll get sick of it

The years go by and I’m still right where I always was
Raise is coming soon I know it's gotta be because
I’ve done so good all that I could
Surly my day’s almost here
This is the mantra I tell myself

People call me brainwashed but I'd never
Bite the hand that feeds
Bite the hand that feeds
I don't need a life outside work I've
Got all that I need
Got all that I need

Minimum Slave

When you walk away
I see your face
Be apart of me
I want your skin
You know the words
To my favorite song
And you sing
Them to me

I miss your smell
Its unmistakeable
I can see your face
In the sun
You know the words
To my favorite song
And you sing
Them to me

When you walk away
I see your face
Be apart of me
I want your skin
You know the words
To my favorite song
And you sing
Them to me

FOURTY THOUSAND HOURS ON POSTAL 2

yeah i made the first incelcore black metal song what did you do chud #realnigga



lyrics:

i think my brain is fucked 
and there is something wrong
with the way i think
everythings so bleak

i never felt real love
i never had no one
and im not having fun
i think my life is done

i dont know what to do
i dont know what to say
somethings wrong with my brain
something is wrong me

a life thats filled with gloom
nothing but misery
and everydays the same
i have become nothing

im so fucked up
im so fucked uppp

im like an animal
im always out for blood
i need to be put down
devoid of empathy

i dont know what to do
i dont know what to say
somethings wrong with my brain
something is wrong me

i never felt real love
i never had no one
and im not having fun
i think my life is done

im so fucked up
im so fucked uppp

im fucked up and i need to be shot

I couldn't tell you
What you wanted to hear
I tried to be sincere with you
It didn't get through to you

Maybe I came off
A little too severe
With my hopes and fears
So you disappeared

Now you're on a roll
Now you're in control
They do what you want them to do
They all want a part of you

Now you sold your soul
Now I don't know you no more
You do what they want you to do, they're all a part of you

You couldn't tell me
What I needed to hear
You couldn't be sincere with me
I guess that was naive of me

Maybe I saw something
That really wasn't there
Since I felt so scared
That you didn't care

Now they all swear by you, now they're all there for you
You do what they want you to do, they all get a part of you

Now you're raising hell
Now you lost yourself
You did what they want you to do
They all become a part of you

Sycophants in stereo
Wherever you go
Wherever you go

Sycophants in stereo
Wherever you go
Wherever you go
Wherever you go

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