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i won't let you leave


released November 15, 2016



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Jak Is A Four Letter Word New Orleans, Louisiana

this is for me, that is for you; pressure valve #24; justified melodrama; restraint chokes expression; trauma, subdued self-destruction, pure-O, emoting to eyes that hardly give a damn

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Track Name: Brood
Special sheltered child, mother was too good or too awful to you?
Outside the walls will lead to falls, hard, hard falls
Or maybe something to give you the venom to poison me too
Track Name: The Music In My Head
And I think we are definitely getting somewhere near the end, I think, I think, I think
You must drink bleach
A moment of silence for your youth
For your convenience there's a restroom located in the rear of the coach
I did everything I was told
Where's my opportunity to waste my life making money?
But I understand, I know that you've gotta have your shit
So get to it, what's wrong with you
Wouldn't want your neighbors to get the better of you
I've discovered the secret of life
Yeah, after millennia of philosophers it was me to figure it out
The meaning of life is to keep busy, and that's it
There's no reward, there's no gold at the end of the rainbow
Keep busy so you don't have time to think about what you're missing
That's the secret.
It was pretty simple after all
Eat a leaf, chew on a flower, choke on a spider
How you keep busy, well, that's your problem
Me, I've got that covered
Luck is for those who can afford it
Even so, that's fine
Reality is 90% perception
The meaning of life is to keep yourself busy
I'm doing okay
I swear, when the missiles come, I hope they don't leave a damn thing
Like a twenty year old fax, you can make anything relevant
Convince yourself whatever
Blanket statement suicide
Redundant blowjob concepts
Ridiculous innuendos are amazing in drag
Vomit it all on the table of the last supper
There's nothing to lose, breaking the broken record
No money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money, no money
Too late, too late, too late, too late
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead