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lyrics

Peter Reno Lyrics

She's on the edge of a thousand miles from home 

They never understood what anybody couldve known

The person she is in this moment

Standing alone with the sun in her eyes and decay in her bone 

and there might be a voice there telling her not to take that next step

There might be soft lighting silhouetting a bed to rest in

And rose petal decaying

Someone tell her it's going to be okay

But she barely sees it, considering the state of the world she lives

Looks like dissonance 

 not a perfect fifth

It's absurd how shit it is for her

I tell you, the poor soul

Don't deserve this

But she got stronger from the worst that would probably destroy a weaker specimen 

On the weekends she was weeping

Wishing for a moment that was at least decent or redeeming

A deviation from a so called norm

She born this way and won't go on home

She's got no home at any house in the world

Found no love from any heart in the world 

With open eyes find only dark in the earth

Feeling like a carcass for the vultures

She embarks to two thousand mile marker 

You would wonder  if the path ahead could be any harder

Rotting but expected to move onward

Astonishing 

She wins at losing 

And makes a shitty life seem beautiful 

Navigate a bad hand with grace and tact

 still stays intact 

just with glassy eyes

While she walks over the horizon

Say goodbye

No one will know if she's succeeded or realized

I could tell a happy ending but I never had the heart to lie

Voted for an Orange Lyrics

What is so wrong in America?

An answer you hear is "the terrorists"

But I would say probably prejudice

Has greater effect on the citizens

What is so wrong in America? 

Some people would say it's the immigrants

But I would say more like the school system

Subtly teaching white kids they're the chosen ones 

What is so wrong in America?

Some out here would say it's the media 

and honest I almost agree with them

But media feeds off the populace

So what is so wrong in America?

look who we elected to office 

if you really don't see a problem

Then you are part of the problem, 

And all the problems take a day off from victimizing minorities and beating their wives to go vote for an orange

Or maybe they're making more money at 18 than someone else ever could in a lifetime, and say they worked for it but their daddy got them the job, well they got the day off and voted for an orange 

Or maybe they actually grew up in a bad neighborhood, but got out of it, and can't acknowledge being white as a factor even though their black neighbor still lives there, well he was just lazy, they voted for an orange

Or how bout ya gun-toting bible-thumpers with three kids, no wife, think Jesus was white, confederate flag, chewing tobacco screaming 'blue lives matter' waiting in line to vote for an orange 

And you still ask what's wrong with America?

One of the problems wants to make it great again

Give it a couple years.. We'll have new problems given to us by the problem in office

And it's affecting everyone and all of us

Silver Apples

Mellow rob

Does his job

I don't think I'm the only one that hates working

You might not with great job or fake person

Either way you pay fines and make purchase

And you gotta make time for acquaintances 

And you gotta make jive with insanity

And you gotta wear styles from anatomy 

You gotta break barriers or inadequate 

You gotta make appearance when they ask where Adam at 

You gotta keep the peace in cohabitation habitats

Even though they little shits like a ratata

And they crawling everywhere like a ratata 

You want a little peace and quiet they ain't having that

You had better scrub persona with a Brillo pad

Every day I show up to work and I'm a different Adam

Feeling with these feuds I do's the dues of a diplomat

Coworkers do work worthless and it's like fix it adam

Mellow rob

Although he is grudging he will nonetheless insist on 

Doin his job

Getting shits and giggles when he don't wanna be pissed off

Tell them it's delicious 

Why you take me aside?

I see that you're different

My, I have a mind?

Actually you're killing it

Fine, can I resign?

Who gon pay your silhouette 

I'm in for the life 

Why should anyone try

Washing out the mind 

Watching what they vibe

When all are gonna die?

Why should anyone die

All with heavy eyes

Fall to the demise

With less than you surmise?

Askin myself why

I should labor like

Pack of 8 or 9

Snow dog in the night

As for my demise

I'll admit I might 

Might not hardly mind

I'll miss you and rhymes 

Mellow rob

Although he is grudging he will nonetheless insist on 

Doin his job

Getting shits and giggles when he don't wanna be pissed off

Mellow rob

Although he is willing he will put up a resistance  

Doin his job

Fuck the shits and giggles in the end I end up pissed off

I be on the sensemilia

Coming home all killed a keeled over 

And this feeling quite familiar 

I still find time to sample stuff

Like this beat I jacked it pretty much

I don't care, I'm not making any money 

That's my girl, her knowledge cool as fuck 

And a bonus, she got a pretty butt

I'm off subject, but the subject is obsessed with success but none less than procrast-ination is in the brain and taken crazy portions from my broadcast

Who asked where the dow's at?

I can't be the only one that hates working maybe with a good job, and pay perfect 

Either way I pay fines and make purchase

And I gotta make time for acquaintances 

Sleepy Man Lyrics

I'm a sleepy man

And I like sleeping man

I don't need a fan

I'm a sleepy man

I don't need z quill to stay up for hours then get inquires on why I am asleep still 

And I don't need white noise to toss around like hot potato with my eyes closed

In the daytime I got less energy than a bum on the park bench with a hangover

But at night my mind like a 19 year old stoners first time taking adderal  

Aggghhh

I'm a sleepy man

Not much luck sleeping man

I might need a fan

I've been dreaming lately

All around the mellow paisley

In my inner melee

Neither sides been right since 18

Dawg the blanket better not cover up my feet 

I wish insomnia would leave me 

2 am I lay in bed like stepanova counting sheep

I'm a sleepy man and it's because I can't sleep

Nosferatu Lyrics

It's a lonely life

Gotta get cozy cuz I can't die easily

Them all told me I was evil but see I just need different things and easy

I'm gentle and nifty

Hardly killed since 1853

Put em to sleep 

I target creeps and the opulent rich usually 

It's looked down upon in society 

But the crowd never see me 

and my victims are only out a healthy meal

Never felt pain and unaware my stealthy deeds

I just gotta quell the beast cuz I'm afraid of dying just like this human 

Holding up his crucifix telling me to be gone

He's looking good for me to eat off

Am I selfish?

And forget a relationship if they ever find out what you do at night

You'd think a real friend or love would rather that you stay alive

I mean even after explaining to them that I don't kill anybody

They still looking at me like I'm a doped up Ted bundy fucking never understand

Like I said

It's a lonely life

Shit feels pretty hopeless when nobody knows you right 

Who's got a sword to bite?

Can't open up so its mostly for one night 

I don't throw the dice calculate my roll and sleight

Cold and in the moment I am Holy diver

Hello behind you

I'm nothing like your tv Nosferatu 

Dracula, Orlok, motherfucker Martin

They need to relax like Mugatu

You really only need a couple pints don't be so reckless 

I don't go for the neck

I know it's a stretch

But All I ask is don't stone me yet

Sometimes I'll case the hospital and just steal blood

Even though the taste gets bland after being refrigerated for months 

And I don't steal rare blood types

I swear I'm not a bad vampire

...

I died when I was 30

Met the devil in the foyer of the courts of inquisition 

The pontiff talked of garlic, crosses, stake through the heart

And that last one the only part he had right

I tried to tell him

But he wouldn't listen 

You can see his act in my condemnation

As I walk to the stake 

An ancient man sprung from an angry crowd and sunk his teeth in me silently

Instantly the room drained of people and My souls alone with the devil

Three days later I arise from my poorly buried corpse

Hunted the crooked taxman that steal from the poor

And drank him up, delicious

Bury the utensils and dishes

Not a witness would have given notice

And I spent the next 300 years 

draining the earth of its rotted grey matter and here's

What set me apart I drove a stake through the heart of every crook I ever indulged myself in because the world don't need another Dracula

Trust me, he was mad as legion 

So evil that God warned Adam in Eden 

So evil the archangels tired of the specter 

And banished his soul to a far away planet

But anyways

I've been fighting wickedness for nearly 500 years 

And everybody still scared of me, like I want your peers

I helped humanity like the Strait of Magellan

And I finally got that fucker Rockefeller  

Symphonie Pour Un Homme Seul Lyrics

What's the meaning of a symphony

If everybody with the leveled drums all hear it differently?

It's the symmetry of perception and emotion aligning with an open soliloquy 

What's the meaning of a struggle

 if every lonely heart lives it's days inside a bubble?

It's the subtlety of retention and the sofa soaked in hope for rebuttal 

I was young in an ugly world

Jolie laide goggles from a sunny word

Oblivious to hungry forecast 

A roadblock just beyond the door latch

And I was on the brink of a deep death trap waiting 

Covered up by leaves and things that seemed right at place here

Unbeknownst to me the fingerprint of shenanigans 

Swift a windy touch from elbow to simian hand 

Unconsciously bunny ear the page with bunny ears and waste

The page that began to make my food taste synthetic

That ensures ya dude stays indebted

That makes the "you okay"s necessary  

I was not prepared for the storyline unfolding before my aught be weary eyes 

The plot that would cause a nausea eerie wise

The words of a distraught harp player in paradise 

What's the meaning of a symphony

If everybody with the weathered strings all play it differently?

Is there symmetry in perception and emotion or right angle an open soliloquy 

What's the meaning of a struggle

 if all the present bards only play inside a bubble?

Huh funnily the incentive is a soapy globe 

'n no hope for another

...

21 in an ugly world

Jolie laide goggles getting dusty hordes 

Consequence of a hungry forged forecast door latch opened up to desolate dungeon door  

And I am in the depths of a death trap wading

In the misfortune mire with a cordial desolation 

Helpless infant watch the muck invade my boot laces

I spittle on my trousers now rewarded smooth stasis 

Visited once, met the devil in a sheepskin

Graced twice, he pushed a kin out the deep end

Three times, his success leaves me demons

Greet me daily with a taunting alleviate 

But I deny, I reject, I deny the thoughts that intersect and breed a darkness at my desk

Searching for the siren's song and find my long lost ghost I listen to it whisper and this is what It said

What's the meaning of a symphony

If everybody with the damaged lungs all sing it differently?

It's a gift of introspection and emotion aligning with an honest soliloquy 

What's the meaning of a struggle

 if every lonely drop never lives to see a puddle?

It's the nobility of intention and a war zone hopeless joke for some cover 

It's the subtlety of retention and the sofa soaked in hope for rebuttal 

Hell Halo Lyrics

Hell bound angel skipping sand dollars across the Petri dish breeding his distraught mindstate 

Sign the times away

Climate kinda shady some days 

Picking up a dumb waste

Cigarette and skunk Jane

Addicted to the serotonin rush in a touch I'll be out the way in my brain 

aces obliged and a stasis alive in the diatribe I hide

And I can cry and cry

I can fake a die inside

I can shake the finest eye

I can swipe from pipe n flight 

You won't find this simian in the new church of planning apes planet primate I'll be damned if I'm straight if I'm honest I'll be in the gulf of texico oil spill on fire darkest archangel on a sulfur plume with lyre

Pessimist with a half glass lacking brimstone

Tin tone sine wave tires expires when him home 

And I'm gone tell my mom I'll be home safe

Respond to the comment 'you don't say?'

Super frozen on comet for forty days

Jokes another reason I be seasoned for the holy bake

Don't support the holy days dose up on a Jolie laid 

In the middle of a verse about the perks of being chosen slave

In the middle of a sermon I be gripping up my poker face

Listen careful persons, hell is whence I emigrate 

Im going to hell as a life alumni 

I'm going to hell for the poorly decide 

I'm going disheveled bout grass on this side

I'm going for not helping out that one guy 

I'm going to heaven as an alumni

I'm going to heaven because I won't lie

I'm going cuz never I put my nose high

I'm going to shed off the curse of lone life

I'm going to hell with the life alumnus 

I'm going to hell as the endless numbers 

I'm going for envying all the others 

I'm going for not helping out that one guy 

I'm going to heaven with the alumnus

I'm going to heaven because I love such

I'm going cuz no nice to say I'm tongue clot 

I'm going to shed the burden that I acquired 

Rapture of a demon happily ease in appeasing the wizard is your meter working?

Does it capture the evil of a Polaroid rage shake 

Does it pass all the sheets of the state code? 

Do I have  reason to believe this is a shake down? 

Do you need me to remove anything metal and place it down in the bin? Or is this more high tech than that?

I'm just a hint of a sin

King of forgiveness 

Day one he enlists to help 

indifferent 

blind 

Patient 

Kind

Turn the hand around? Naw, you can take all a my time, they be pace around me like a pine on the drive

They be pace around me like an underfoot wallflower

They be on my mind while I overhaul the water tower 

They be gave me guilt when I renovate the phone tower 

They just don't understand, fucking Boomhauer 

But I'm ramblin'

Call the damn ambulance

This man is damned

Watch his hands get clammy and

Watch his eyes residing backwards

Chance we missed to stitch the patchwork

Baby rash to past the pasture

To yesterday it's blurring faster my casket or a haberdasher 

Real Life Lyrics

Give me the rat face

Gimme the glass cage

Gimme the plastic wheel I can claim last place

Call me the bat man

See me out past ten

Feeding on massive antacid tablets damn

Upstairs room of his humid home

Tryna get a punchline out a palindrome

He's thinking of a verb with a bluish tone

And a noun that scholars battle on

But outside in the real world people making money

People paying bills, people supporting others 

Me? I mow the lawn a couple times, I quit my job a couple times and did the opposite of squire, this monotony I'm tired 

And get writers block at the drop of a dime

Stand up, make a slot in the blind 

Paranoid, but I'm docile at times

Need a weed I got the nausea all sides 

Who'd of in the right mind come and give me company?

When all times I'm rambling and bumbling 

When I dine I'm a clumsily sputtering 

Inside my bedroom is disgusting

But you there with ya bright eyes came and gave me company

Somehow like my rambling and bumbling

In my mind I'm dumb and often truncated 

You even find time time to clean my bedroom up

They less than 3 some dumb shit

I less than 3 the sun, shit

Lesson three, the vegetables

Lesson four, the animals

Lesson five, the vitamins

Lesson six, environment 

Lesson two, learning

Lesson one, people

Listen up, evil

Is more potent than a greeting 

Freebies for the witches

Love is but a matchstick 

Passively elastic

Where's the triumph like in flicks 

In the ditch with mysticism isn't this

Real life

Real life

The masses don't side with the criminal born of their spirit 

America

The masses don't remember the harsh truth when they hear it 

Terrible

Truthfully you won't get much from answers in chemicalia 

Mystics

And enemies don't just go their separate ways that much 

Business

The roadrunner rarely eludes the brooding coyote 

Life isn't cartoons

And a tale told a thousand times isn't all that eluding 

Goodnight on the barstool

A feeling is usually misleading and a quick decision is a risk

True

The thing you've always done is probably a path to the abyss

Who?

Who'd have in their right mind stood up to authority?

When all times they be thinning the minority

The I-9 forms ask questions rhetorically

 Bureaucracy got people treating people deplorably

Maniacal inside the guise of helpfulness and helter skelter hidden by the eyes of rebellion crying apathy and desultory mindset in a crime ridden neighborhood evil behind the face of good for all the masses to see but turn the other way and decide to believe that everything's a pretty picture

Everything's a pretty picture

Don't take that away from me

When everything is ugly I want to remember that's really beauty in the terror

When everything is falling apart I can tell myself it's sturdy

What's really real anymore? The lines becoming blurry am I inside a dream am I asleep pinch tell me if this is really real life

Curfew Lyrics

It's like

Lars in the real world

Spongegar on the Truman show

We dem beach boys grinding for a good vibration

Officer, why you issuin citations 

Out here on a sunny day testing human patience 

Focus on gettin that oxygen through the trachea 

Focus on the food and drink

I see you've got a crucifix 

So.. Occult or personality?

Nada roll bones or a social functionality?

I'm not on no retaliate

Who's the king if you're the proletariat?

Who the fuck is Judas Iscariot?

Blame Ben hur on the maker of the chariot

Put the shame on a wooden doll

Cut the name out and put it on top

Lovely dame with the sugar on top

Luck of decade when she wooing the cop

Strut my way with the blues and hip hop

Another day they will get me

(Caught)

So I'm on with my morning

Feelin like goldilocks after eating porridge

Shit, feeling like Dorothy 

Feeling like I'm catching some z's  out on the porch swing 

All of my sensory 

Input is accessory 

To blind spots in my fried mind and my eyes stop

Working sometimes circuits all alight 

Circa late night a dreamer with a pipe

Strut the oak beam to recluse into the attic

Shimmy out the chimney to the roof to spread the ashes

The tick of the clock seems a bit off stretched like elastic 

Ask if I'm in class, I doubt it, perhaps it's that i

Woke up on the wrong side of my bed

Or maybe I woke up on the wrong side of my head 

Feeling like I'm living a dream 

The director yelling action as I'm passing the scene

Woke up on the wrong side of my bed

Or maybe I woke up in the side of my head

Feeling like I'm living a dream

Two universes on the verge of colliding and I am in between 

Things have been going pretty good lately you see

That's Why I'm starting to think that this may be a dream

The top is still spinning

In the background, a rendition of ain't no sunshine on a crawling tempo

Excavate the sprawling metropolis 

I'll be gone tomorrow

Biting On the heels of the fear of the populace

You can find me where it's obvious

Speaking to myself monotonous 

With my knees in my arm whispering pleasantries to the ghost of being in control of my attention span and having a hold on my plot

Im becoming an addict soliciting the spot

Like a mission trip to ask for prayers in the form of dollars

I don't have a job I might be sinking to the bottom

I don't have a yacht but Imma dipping in the harbor

Such a dreamy jellyfish beneath me in the water 

I'm not sure what I'm running from

But I've got steel shoes and a boomerang

I've got three debts that could easily be forgiven

If I could get away from my pursuer, my addiction 

Even wearing nikes I'll lose to snail in a foot race

Even in my dreams I won't be living in a good day

Even on a good day I feel like I am living a nightmare

Peering in the dark and shit I'm only seeing eyes there

The hardly lively stood in corner and grew skiddish grumbling at me Darkly smiling

They're on the woo kick it troubling 

Me I'm on a blue vision wondering if I woke up on the wrong side of my bed

Or maybe I woke up on the wrong side of my head 

Feeling like I'm living a dream 

The director yelling action as I'm passing the scene

Woke up on the wrong side of my bed

Or maybe I woke up in the side of my head

Feeling like I'm living a dream

Two universes on the verge of colliding and I am in between 

Peter Thomas Sound Orchester Lyrics

Hit the hotline 

If you're feeling out of mind

If you're not fine

They suggest you stop crying 

Get ya odd mind 

All up out the low blind 

But One pro multiplied

You'll always get a minus sign 

On the other line 

They will never understand a mind that's dying despite the body being alive 

Tell your friend to dial cuz you're not liable to do anything 273 8255

Post it on ya Facebook you know you saved a soul

And that on the day that's fateful

You'll say you wished you made more effort 

on the shore of heaven ya friend won't hold a bitter before dinner with his wishes so you betta get that guilt up and out a the mind forever

But here in the past I know you can do better hold the head of anybody who needs it

Anyone who's in pieces

Even if you too need it 

capiche?

Reinhardt Wagner Lyrics

Street we find guy

Stoop on the sideline

Dude on the moon but is doomed in the skyline

Crew like a pie in the sky

Untrue like a pipe in the night

Crew? fufu all too like his light inside

In the white of his eyes you can see the time he gained his only friend

The pain the only friend

Personified to homie yet

The two will never meet like bone and skin

Although talking

And he say to him

I wanna apologize for the sorry state I'm in

I honest want to die but I've got a place to be

I gotta find a life but a job won't take me in

I wanna be the man but that is society 

I wanna apologize for losing sobriety 

I got goals in life but I'm talking to myself

They say I don't try but I am my only help

All that's dope ain't shinin cuz I'm living in a hell

All the stories told will tell me only time will tell

 My money making scheme won't sell

But I bike ride

Soon get a nice time

Zoom past the crew they be yous on the timeline

Knew what you like like

Flew when you might die

Shoo like the U S with Sioux access pipeline

What a nice guy

Knew that they'd be buggin out pretending to be like mind

So no holds barred he speaks beliefs so that they might find

He's radical to light minds

And not radical like he's thinking crazy shit 

Kinda rational considering the state he's in

Only really out there if you ask a moderate 

Actually quite lenient if you were asking him

And he say if you think bad things it's a bad tree rooted from a bad seed like at shows the last one in

And he sickened with a bad heave hock loogie smokin on DiMaggio go take an aspirin

Honesty Lyrics

Thank you

Think you deserving that 

But it's gained by years of circle circle back

So blame you

Not that you were worthless, dad,

But we can't do what dads dads did circa way back 

I'll Pick you up a day pass

To live inside the socks of the underfed food placemat 

The opposite of layman

Rookie to the caste below his born rights 

Doesn't know of fine print

Or the signs they Stymie with. 

Doesn't see that certain kinds of skin

Will get kept longer here within 

Parents seats get shifty when we tell them there are things need fixing

Apparently the baby boomers never noticed anything

Strange isn't it? Maybe they lived with it so long they just think it's normal, not wrong

They easily absorb propaganda 

They need a hop on a Chicago tour

I mean a true to life tour of America 

Not a fox 4 but show what's really happening 

See the ugly shit forget about the happiness

Cuz the underfoot just isn't getting half of it

It's so hard to make sense since

It's so hard to focus when

The pr- problem isn't skin

Deep it's farther into the abyss

It's so deep we're not aware of it

It slowly into the attitude

Does slow creep over the terraform 

The worldview landscape, to clarify

It's so subtle that.. No wrong word

It's so subconscious I can't put my finger on it

It's subconscious but I mean I've got a pretty good idea

It's like, if sugar tasted bitter to you.. You wouldn't know until somebody told you it was sweet

But that's a bad simile, cuz.. Nobody indoctrinated you to think it is bitter

Anyways

What kind of an honest person doesn't own the obvious worth they got birth with

What kind of an honest person don't acknowledge the hardships of other p-persons

Uhm.. A piece of shit? A blind piece of shit? A stupid piece of shit in denial?

So fuck you

Think you deserving that

Though your brain is here made by conditioning

Don't blame you

Though maybe you deserving that

But it's okay if acknowledged honestly

Not okay but you're the problem if

You turn away from where the problem is

Logic says that the problem is

Still one cuz punks won't fucking acknowledge it

It's a dust bowl of honesty

You lie to yourself when you lie to peeps

You lie to yourself when you denying truth

D-Do some research and you will find the truth

Do you really think you could try the shoes?

You really think you'd even be alive for long?

Do you really think you could fly the coop?

You wouldn't and that's exactly why I'm writing this song

Punk

Realize.. That all forms of protest.. Including those not classically defined as protest.. (That's a whole 'nother story) All follow directly from the root cause.. There is no other conclusion. The unheard will be heard

Noodles Lyrics

He's on his Ps and Qs

Victim of a shampoo used to get the fleas removed

Keen to eating and the things that he could lose 

Hubbada he on the Columbus compass dreaming just the same as you

And it's not like he's the wrong one,

You can get a song done 

While he overnight a Walmart  

And it's hard as dolomite to see that you not harvest exposure hold the mic and your composure 

And I remember the time 

We had copious supply

And not a bill or tab or rent or gas we lived to free our minds

And he was there,

He was sinking into demons there 

He could see your faces twisting, scared, you read it as a glare

And the three of us have gotten out

Callus saturate the broken soul until she fizzle out

That's got a ring to it I say she be waiting on the diamond season

Not a band, but bandwidth, sapphire Needle

Everybody's life is a groove in a vinyl 

Can you tell if they are separate ellipses or a spiral?

An individual tribe?

Not tribal

Of course the zeitgeist is an amalgam of the minds time tried for the generation amount to

But the outsiders too 

They fit in the groove just like that you 

Oooh you like those noodles motherfucker?

She told you toodleoo my brotha 

Off course, back pedaling, you can cue the rudder Caution, plume of wonder

Caustic moves of lover

Caution, plume of wonder

The hallucinogens 

Gone pursue my dharma 

A clot in the pineal 

A Pock on the lineage 

A martyr in confinement 

All my gloom abundance

Stop at the mind I'm in

But find I'm inside the wind

I'm alive with all kinda them

Drugs in lieu of mama

He be dreaming she be sleeping we be eating by the greeting of the morning

Ab and normal yellow porridge worldly tourists 

He sit and leave it to allah

She be fret await for caller 

it's a premature rejoining when the noise becomes a sentence

Bent for extra sensory but terrestrial not paid its penance 

And it's Denice to the peasants or peasants to the heinous and a menace to the planet look at panorama plainly see

It's in the days of deeds don't pay the peso for a miser to redact the final payment wait so, there's a man inside the amplifier?yeah and you say damned if I know where he fits in the record pile up

Boring how you can play a record and hear the notes of a waterfall easing down on the nimbus 

But still a man inside the amplifier hasn't spoke his soul in completion and you didn't hear the bits he could muster

Funny how you can play a record and hear the notes of a thunderstorm pouring down from the nimbus 

But still a man inside the amplifier hasn't spoke his soul in completion and you didn't hear the bits that he could muster

Everybody's life is a groove in a vinyl 

Can you tell if they are separate ellipses or a spiral?

An individual tribe?

Not tribal

Of course the zeitgeist is an amalgam of the minds time tried for the generation amount to

But the outsiders too 

They fit in the groove a just like a you

Olives Lyrics

I'm worried

Always fret bout a nothin, puff and walk away in flurries 

I don't rush, but one thing that I hurry

Is sickness, give it to me in a cigarette-ah perfect

I'm lazy

I'd rather fucking sleep with trash than clean my shit it's crazy 

I'd rather work for a piece of crap than put in applications

I'd rather work for a piece of crap than a pissy test awaiting  

I'd rather find a new friend than catch up with past relations

I'd rather dream a good life than experience the sensation

I'd rather let it destroy my life than give up my sedation

I'd rather learn to cover it than admit that I am lazy

That I am anxious

That I am falling down the well and returning without patience 

That I'll have a grudging thought before I have one that is grateful

That I'll have a useless thought before I'll have one that is painful

That anything I've ever done I wasn't ever feeling capable 

That a thirst for happy days in this silt is never satiable 

Quicksand swallow me, my lifeline is tabular

And endless, soon I'll be swallowed by the scavengers 

Good afternoon, 

All you'll ever do is poop, laugh, consume, and cry over pasts you choose exactly who's the hatter dude

A door nail with forceps 

Twist Argyle out cortex

But hooray is dormant

He's bar time enforcement 

Good morning

You can seep at the mouth and it bore me 

You can keep it to self I implore you

You can stress me till my head is hoary 

A cocoon in cedar

Olive on ya speakers

Gotta shoo the tweakers

Dali on my t shirt

Hello

You can see that I sleep with a crow

Or a raven  ordained on my door

He's a chatter chatter never more 

He's a rancid miser 

Stealing my eye of the tiger 

Olive juice obliged and

No one paid the piper 

Goodnight

Imma light up my life with the pipe

Gotta visine and my eyes are white 

Imma live for the night till the light

I'll be frying my life like a bite

When they find me and crickey they might

My plight will be likened to blight 

Imma fight til my life is alright

Sirens Lyrics

I got anxiety so likely I won't show uh my face

Most remedies just tend to be either bogus or fake

This condition isn't artsy like the Mona or scream

Fretting over nothing got me in a coma asleep

A cigarette tween my fingers, my head tween my knees 

Cracks in my psyche tween a dead piece of meat

A head full of ideas a twisted tongue to speak with

I hear my ringtone in a dream and hide in a seashell 

I won't dial the phone to tell the doc I think my brains ill 

I'm too scared to even move my timeline breeds a standstill 

At jobs I feel a cookie cutter number 2 a scantron 

At home i try to find the energy to put my pants on

Like I Gotta Bubble On my Face

I'm in Hiding All the days

Deadbolt Imma Locked a way 

Try to Get me Out I Stay

Working on my dreams but even me doesn't believe in me

I think and analyze too much as such in sure I'll always be  

Anxious

So I face my day with blankets

My career is losing patience

You can see it waiting waiting

Anxious 

So I face my life a lazy

My dreams are losing patience

You can see them waiting waiting

Anxious

So I face my life with blankets

My career is losing patience

You can see it waiting waiting

Anxious 

So I face my day as painful 

My dreams are losing patience

You can see them waiting waitin

Uh basic criteria

We require that

You enjoy time 

With other people

Uh basic criteria

We require that

You enjoy time 

With other people

The basic criteria

You require thatm

I enjoy time 

With other people

The basic criteria

They require that

I enjoy time 

With other people

You can see that it got to me

I call a job when the earth stop its orbiting 

I am a vegetable minus the chlorophyll 

Been at my house I'm becoming an ornament

You'd be in luck if I open the door for you

I'm in the tunnel just digging for normalcy 

Feel I'm a freak in a circus or horror show

People are watching like tweakers at corner stores 

Anime eyes.. Glug glug waves

Spanning the tide.. tugboat aes 

Can he survive in a such low game

Banish the rival and touch home base

Take him alive with a danger in his left pocket

Get him straighten his posture 

Inhale flames like hot salsa 

How a ruler gonna get a populace that's proper?

Mi casa güey

Su casa eight blocks away

Tsunami saucy brain

You cost a lot to maintain 

Born to a time where the cost of surviving is dollars and dimes and an arm and a leg

And I don't know why but I just want to hold on to my malfunctioning head

The sirens pace the alleyways

With chip on the shoulder for forsaken castaways

For vagrants lining the gutters and gates

Goes to the dumpster to utter " your life is s waste

Get a job, we both know it'd be better with a paycheck

The vagrant, a sly smile sitting on his face, says 

"But officer your job is to harass me in the daily

If I go and get a job then you're out an occupation

Anxious

So I face my day with blankets

My career is losing patience

You can see it waiting waiting

Anxious 

So I face my life a lazy

My dreams are losing patience

You can see them waiting waiting

Anxious

So I face my life with blankets

My career is losing patience

You can see it waiting waiting

Anxious 

So I face my day as painful 

My dreams are losing patience

You can see them waiting waitin

Uh basic criteria

We require that

You enjoy time 

With other people

Uh basic criteria

We require that

You enjoy time 

With other people

The basic criteria

You require thatm

I enjoy time 

With other people

The basic criteria

They require that

I enjoy time 

With other people what the fuck?

(Ugly) Issues Song Lyrics

Lotta shit I'm really tired of 

Lots a things that really fuck me up but I ain't talking bout my mind uh

America the gorgeous

I'll tell you, I've seen people lots of colors but I never known no oranges

Till he showed up on my tv screen, my Facebook feed

A parenthesis im-practical joke, the proverbial They were like "we need help, call Alex jones"

And those that couldnt resist the throes showed up in droves with yellow snake bumper stickers

A couple Pepe pins and Richard spencer

KO!!

And the anarchists enjoy a futile victory

But the war is already lost 

When the two sides are moulded to enforce the status quo and every nuance of the truth is almost lost control with fake science

What's the hubbub over fake news?

Did anybody ever expect fox to say the truth?

Ain't the newspaper gave your grandpa that at 6am 

Every morning til the tribune splay the draft for Vietnam

If I remember right

While we're on the subject of lies

How bout the bullshit we were taught to make more racist whites

Excuse me.. "not racist" whites

Say it so much that it gotta be right.. 

And they sure know the wrong way to protest

Don't know the right but do it wrong and they'll protest

Hopeless

Let's make it about ourselves, smashing

Let's change the subject to reverse racism, and now it's all lives matter

As if all lives are in jeopardy

Statistics don't fly when your worldview is mythology

And your upbringing was obvious indoctrination

but the AI isn't smart enough to know its artificial

Zombies think they're normal

The spell includes an unawareness of spell

Or intense denial of it

That's why you constantly hearing people say that they're not racist 

If they entertained the notion they would realize it is true and they know that, subconsciously

The inner mind is powerful

It controls all your moods and you think it don't affect your worldview?

You think your body functions are the only thing it hides from you?

Everyone accepts that some memories will be repressed 

But You think your intentions or your neural pathways are all conscious?

That seems outlandish to me

This a long song but I got a lot on my mind

Why dudes talk shit on women all the time?

Talk about them like they're a necessary evil

Like Ass tits and pussy is all we keep em around for

Sex not only feels good, it boosts your fragile ego

So subconsciously you feel entitled to it because you put your self worth upon it so it becomes a game in your head to feel okay about yourself but you will never find connection cuz a game can't love you, man

Games ain't gone hold you down when you're old

And games won't put no smile on your face

Won't give you a hug or a foot rub and also you can't rub a games foot

Unless you're a hunter

You will never understand a game well enough to know what it wants for its birthday

You will never understand a game well enough to know what to say when it's sad, hell, how do you know if a game is sad? Or when it's birthday is?

What I'm saying is, don't make women into a game 

And when you quote on quote "don't score" you won't be so angry cuz you'll understand that she has aspirations and a life just like any other human and she's definitely not playing hard to get she just isn't interested in you and you'll be okay with that

Because you didn't lose anything, you just found out it wasn't right 

Where am I

LGBT humans have a right to live their life

Stop the hate, talk like its just a phase

You really believe millions and millions of people are just lying, and for what? Like they enjoy people treating them as if they're sub human? Or enjoy having to act like something they're not? Or enjoy having people tell them they're going to hell? Or enjoy that you see them as children deluded and therefore, once again, will never understand them

You'll never be okay with it because you know you're wrong and you can fight it or accept it but I fucking know you're wrong

Nighter Lyrics

Coffee on the outbreak eebra on the pull an all

Nighter on the no z's grow feet and push him off he's diver on the free fall eat shit and luminal with baccy from the RJ scar me and ruin all

 It's complex

Indexed in the compendium is all the useless stress the kept me wake check

I'm heck and perplexed I'm destined for death so my bed is a waste haste extra days 

How you gonna give me all a nighter on the weekly all I want's direct deposit all I want is healthy wallet all I want is lunch break all I want is watcha call it all I need is fun days all I need humble honest 

 But it's okay I be whipping fruit olé 

'Tato 'mato pork filet I would be ya dork today

But I absorb and tetra nabinol away and snort gourmet I can get a battle in your game and mate I force a play

I'm not a supporter of gossip

I could care less of Yolanda said blahblah 

I could care less if a customer calls corporate

I could give shits bout ya drugs in the parking lot 

 I'm not a supporter of violence 

But Still I'd be filming if I saw a riot 

I constantly hope that a cop hits a pipe head 

And I'm ready to strike when the stores getting quiet 

I'm a supporter of smoke breaks

I'm sure that the cameras be watching me closely

Side of the building I toke with the homie

Somebody want buy something I tell them to blow me

I'm a supporter of slow nights

Except when the coppersbe curling they nose like

I be a stoner I mean I am but I know I'm

Safe behind the counter my bro I got no pipes

And hobos be like yo you got a light?