Envy

JEFFREE STAR 2007 SONG LEAKED 2012

party

deleted for possible reworks, she wont admit its good

#RETARDED FREAK (Ft. CHELSIE CHERRI)

for the end times <3

On a hand held radio 
Pre-disease borne hits super viral play 
It's like a piece of art
It's an asylum stay 
In a pack formed for survival
Never get my fix never get no say
But we've bigger fish to fry and we're on the line
We've gotta get away

There's nothing left here
For the rest of us
Only wasteland and desecrated, kicked up, rough
We're like diamonds
Glitter edges cut
They try to keep us down with hands and metal cuffs

(25)
In the digital wasteland 
There's no time for the blah of the boring today
It's just talk of machines as they perambulate and walk about their day
Their machinations are by design and worn with pride
And taken on the chin
They ignore the rancour, and all the rust sores
Like they can't smell the decay within
We rendezvous in the desert plains 
Around rotted cell towers dressed in fame
When we emerge from shelter we remember names
We had left behind with the latest plague
Like a modern dust bowl it obscures the air
While clogging airways and disturbing heirs
We're left in the wake, shaken unaware
Like scavengers, survivors living lives of dare

Cause I'm an optimist,
I call this a place of dreams
Maybe it's just the heat

Heat and pressure make diamonds
Just as they make rhinestones
They say beauty is cheap

There's nothing left here
For the rest of us
Only wasteland and desecrated, kicked up, rough
We're like diamonds
Glitter edges cut
They try to keep us down with hands and metal cuffs

You gotta fight for this
If you really care
Raise up rebel hell
Raise a blaspheme prayer
If they won't fucking help you they're not on your side
Start a riot, throw a punch or get in line

Attention everybody; all stay calm
It's written everywhere on flatscreen walls
It's been there thousands of days, too long
Getting restless here, waiting hours for the bomb

There's nothing left here
For the rest of us
Would it ever be enough?

There's nothing left here
For the rest of us
Only wasteland and desecrated, kicked up, rough
We're like diamonds
Glitter edges cut
They try to keep us down with hands and metal cuffs
There's nothing left here
For the rest of us
Only wasteland and desecrated, kicked up, rough
We're like diamonds
Glitter edges cut
They try to keep us down with hands and metal cuffs

Chronic Wastelanding Disease

for the end times <3

Wireframes, pixel art, rendering virtual hearts
3D, Data Leak, running till the engines stop
Binary slop, photoshop, feel the corruption
Mainframe, Blockchain, meaningless and laughing stock
Copy paste, still the same, Ctrl-alt-del me not
Fed by the cords I absorbed what the web forgot

Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static


Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
C'mon don't be so dramatic! 

Fuck it up cause the party's starting
Pucker up cause the name is Darling
Feel the ping when you go to tango
Go insane, fry your brain, till the banging stops
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Overwrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Overwrite it 
Feel the digital romance angle
Speak inane, kill your brain, till your lungs'll stop

Wires that connect that which cannot be plugged into
Override the firmware to hook up me and you
Liars and deceivers send out armies of robots
And I aware of the plot tear them for parts

Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic 
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
C'mon don't be so dramatic! 

Fuck it up cause the party's starting
Pucker up cause the name is Darling
Feel the ping when you go to tango
Go insane, fry your brain, till the banging stops
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Overwrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Rewrite it
Overwrite it

Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
System's hot- Feel the Static
Overload; Automatic
C'mon don't be so dramatic! 

Burn out with me at the Hydrogen Bar
Codeine, Glue, and You, I still bleed Vera Blue
For you, Latex & Pyromance, Jesus Christ Porno Star
Your Chemical Halo, Electric Molecular

Fuck it up cause the party's starting
Pucker up cause the name is Darling
Feel the ping when you go to tango
Go insane, fry your brain, till the banging stops

System Catastrophe 
Failure in my heart
Valve misalignment
And rate off the line charts
Rip out my RAM 
Kill the switch and all abort
Corrosive adhesive
And sodder off main ports

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for the end times <3

Let's do each other's hair
(That's Hot)
Let's pretend we're millionaires
(That's not...)
I mean like "The Millionaires"
(That's Hot)
Let's do it all night

Let's sneak into the club
(That's Hot)
Put the bullets 'fore the gun
(That's not...)
I just mean lets have some fun
(That's like...)
Like I'm feeling just so right

Welcome to the worst party you've been-
Two speakers and nobody's drinking 
Crank it up play music that doesn't suck
Sober as stone, wanna throw up

Welcome to the worst party you've ever been-
Two speakers playing Pretty by The Weeknd
I wanna dance but nobodies getting up
I'm so glad that I wasted a weekend

Don't you hear that generic bassline?
To these poor fucks that's rager time
The emos think that no one understands
But I feel I do in this "underground" grand stand
Life is a costume orgy
And I showed up bare in the face
(That's Kafka!)
Life is a madrigal (What?)
And I showed up with the bass

Let's try on each other's clothes
(That's Hot)
Let's write lyrics in a prose
(That's not...)
I mean write it like we're hoes,
(That's Hot)
Let's do it all night

Let's sneak into the club
(That's Hot)
Put the bullets 'fore the gun
(That's not...)
I just mean lets have some fun
(That's like...)
Like I'm feeling so right
(These hoes are killing my buzz!)

Welcome to the worst party you've been-
Two speakers and nobody's drinking 
Crank it up play music that doesn't suck
Sober as stone, wanna throw up

Welcome to the worst party you've ever been-
Two speakers playing Pretty by The Weeknd
I wanna dance but nobodies getting up
I'm so glad that I wasted a weekend

hoes r killing my buzz

for the end times <3

I'm showing up in places where I never should've been
You can smell the defeat on the wind
Coming from the front, yeah you'd never let me in
So I'm powdered up, dressed for the sin
It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)

School girl with the pigtails or the fatalistic queen
Tell me what you want I'll autonomize your dreams
Call me what you want, call me cunt, make me scream
Tie me up, make- makeup, I play it so flawlessly

I know the way you feel when I bat my pretty eyes
Gets you in the mood, gets you gullible and high
I like you addled, you can't see through the disguise
Wonder how long it'll take til I lose my fucking mind
Singing

It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)

No!
Fuck this
Does it haunt you?
Crawling in your skin?
When you think of me?
I can't think through the din
Does it follow you? Does it change where you stand?
To see me on my knees, begging you to understand

It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)I'm showing up in places where I never should've been
You can smell the defeat on the wind
Coming from the front, yeah you'd never let me in
So I'm powdered up, dressed for the sin
It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)

School girl with the pigtails or the fatalistic queen
Tell me what you want I'll autonomize your dreams
Call me what you want, call me cunt, make me scream
Tie me up, make- makeup, I play it so flawlessly

I know the way you feel when I bat my pretty eyes
Gets you in the mood, gets you gullible and high
I like you addled, you can't see through the disguise
Wonder how long it'll take til I lose my fucking mind
Singing

It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)

No!
Fuck this
Does it haunt you?
Crawling in your skin?
When you think of me?
I can't think through the din
Does it follow you? Does it change where you stand?
To see me on my knees, begging you to understand

It doesn't matter who you say you are
If I can kick it in the back of your car
I was gonna be a singer, didn't get very far
I can tell you want you want, rip me up, rip apart

I know you like it baby tell me how it goes
I know you like it rough, I know you like it slow
I'm a performer punch my ticket baby go
I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I'll 
(I'll-I'll-I-I-I I'll like it)

I'll Like It

Produced by HERTHA
Vocal performance, arrangement, and mixing by TESSA
Additional production elements and creative edits by TESSA

Ambulance reprod

AI experiment
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Hi I'm Dart I'm a scene kid who loves crunkcore and hates quality control. It's free to download my shit but it's funnier if you pirate it. I wanna see my bullshit on Limewire.

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