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machismo & his masochist
04:12
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This Spring I buried a man
Inside my head as I held his hand
Malevolent tongue snaked out
Soft palms napalm southpaws now
Fireworks and smokescreens
The belle-of-the-ball or GHB?
A neon-lit reverie
Far from the bitch he’d breed
I’ll just give it thanks
And you can turn to crank, man
A gram of love left never grand enough
Instead of filling blanks
Well, I’d rather keep it frank, man
You can keep gruff with a heart so tough but
I’ll be
Calling you out on your shit
I’m just
Calling you out on it
I’m just
Calling you out on your shit
I’m just
I’m waiting for karma’s kiss
Boy
I’ll be your masochist
Boy
Calling you out
Oh, I
Wonder if he’s still cruel and dismissive
Finicky tempest-tempered and capricious
So pitiful, his little criminal
Rebuffed till he fucked me a little, well...
Fireworks and smokescreens
The belle-of-the-ball amphetamine dreamin’
A neon-lit reverie
Far from the bitch I’d breed
So I’ll just give it thanks
And maybe turn to crank, man
A gram of love left never grand enough
And ‘stead of firing blanks
Well, I’d rather keep it frank, man
You can keep gruff with a heart so tough but
I’ll be
Calling you out on your shit
I’m just
Calling you out on it
I’m just
Calling you out on your shit
I’m just
I’m waiting for karma’s kiss
Boy
I’ll be your masochist
Boy
Calling you out
Oh, I
Yeah
I know you wanna screw me better
But I’ll be in my head forever
No I won’t be your scarlet letter
But I hope there’s someone worth your pain
Yeah, I hope there’s someone worth your pain
And I hope I’m someone worth this pain
‘Cause I’m just
Calling you out on your shit
I’m just
Calling you out on it
I’m just
Calling you out on your shit
I’m just...
Yeah, I know you wanna fuck me better!
But I’ll be in my head forever
So maybe I am just too tender
But I hope there’s someone worth this pain
Yeah, I hope there’s someone worth this
(Pain!)
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2. |
potluck
03:17
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Honestly, I don’t know what it is about people
Can’t relate most days in a free fall when
Being equal is harder than it looks
Narrating the story but
Who the fuck wrote this book?
I’m gonna need more
Drugs if I keep living
I’m gonna need to
Pick up my slack
I’m gonna need more
Love if I keep giving out
Gonna need my stupid body back
Oh, suck it up!
Write it down and forget it
I’ll pop a potluck of anaesthetics
Suck it up!
Ride it out like I’ve read it
I’ll pop a potluck of anaesthetic
Oh, I’ll pop a potluck of anaesthetic
Yeah, I’ll pop a potluck of anaesthetic
Honestly, I don’t know what it is about myself
Carved an epitaph then a toast to my health
In a suicide note from a murderous plan
All so insignificant but isn’t life just grand?
I’m gonna need more
Drugs if I keep living
I’m gonna need to
Pick off your slacks
I’m gonna need more
Love if I keep giving out
Gonna need your stupid body back
Oh, suck it up!
Write it down and forget it
I’ll pop a potluck of anaesthetic
Suck it up!
Ride it out like I’ve read it
I’ll pop a potluck of anaesthetic
Sometimes I forget to tell myself
I’ve done nothing to justify this cruelty, yeah
Times I get to tell myself I’ve done
Everything to die more brutally
Oh, suck it up!
Write it down and forget it
I’ll pop a potluck of anaesthetic
Suck it up!
Ride it out like I’ve read it
I’ll pop a potluck of anaesthetic
I’m gonna need more
Drugs if I keep living
I’m gonna need to try to not crack
I’m gonna need more
Love if I keep giving
I’m gonna need that knife in my back
(Oh, suck it up!
Write it down and forget it
I’ll pop a potluck of anaesthetics
Suck it up!
Ride it out like I’ve read it
I’ll pop a potluck and just drop dead)
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3. |
rain dancer
03:49
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I’m a wrecking ball of a broken heart
You’re an easy match; I’m a wildcard
It’s a stupid game I never win
Find my trigger fingers itching for this killing to begin
Flashing a deadpan
Dazzle with ease
Reeling you in
Slashing the leash
I am a stopgap gimcrack whore
But lately I’ve been looking for
One more foot in the door
No, I don’t take much to come crawling back again
I won’t fall on my sword
But I’ll be just fine till I’m firing rapidly
“Fuck you! I hate you!”
We still hook up when I’m outta self-love
Might be token
But I’m still hoping for
Rain
Rain
Dreaming of you when I’m hard—on luck
I get roughed around till I toughen up
Then I’m cursing these cutpurses stealing my heart
Rolling my eyes as I’m not that hard
I’m a flash in the pan
Spitting up grease
Come in your mouth but I piss in the breeze
I am a stopgap gimcrack whore
But lately I’ve been looking for
One more foot in the door
No, I don’t take much to come crawling back again
I won’t fall on my sword
But I’ll be just fine till I’m firing rapidly
“Fuck you! I hate you!”
We still hook up when I’m outta self...
Might be token
But I’m still hoping for
Rain
Rain
All it takes is softly holding your hand
And all it takes is being the bigger man
And all it takes is someone else in my bed
All it takes is gently kissing your head
‘Cause
I’m still open
I’m still hoping for rain
I’m still hoping
I’m still open to change
I’m still open
I’m still hoping for rain
I’m still hoping
I’m still open to
All that I require is
(I won’t fall on my sword
But I’ll be just fine, I swear!)
‘Cause it might be broken
But I’m still hoping that
I might be coping though I’m
Likely joking when I’m
Nightly smoking something
Might be going insane
Might be token but
I’m still hoping to
Change
Fuck you, I hate you
We still hook up when I’m outta self-love
Might be token but
I’m still hoping for
Rain
I’m still hoping for...
(When I’m outta self-love
When I’m outta self-love
When I’m outta self-love
When I’m outta self-love
When I’m outta self-love
When I’m outta self-love
When I’m outta self...)
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4. |
transmogrification
03:59
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I cradle a catty reputation
“Sticks and Stones” when I’m up for lapidation
Laughing off all the scrubs I’ve dated
Kinda difficult when they insist
“We didn’t”
Crawling along the snakes of the land
I am the wicked
You are the Man
I have the knowledge
I am the fruit
But I’m not the wino
Eyeing the flute
The rush
Of flying through the
Forest
Good luck
According to the
Chorus
I’m stuck
According to the
Fables
Good lord
I’m running with all the
Werewolves
Awoo
Awoo
Awoo
I flex my eerie meditations
Patiently waiting, fear flipping faces
These days, no agenda around
Sucking me off and spitting me out, I'm
Crawling along the snakes of the land
I am the wicked
You are the Man
I have the knowledge
I am the fruit
But I’m not the wino, no, no
I am the flute
The rush
Of flying through the
Forest
Good luck
According to the
Chorus
I’m stuck
According to the
Fables
Good lord
I’m running with all the
Werewolves
Awoo
Awoo
Awoo
I know I’ll figure out
Some reason to make you leave
Then I can hunt you down
Once again between my teeth
I’ve got this penchant for
Letting all the good ones bleed
Dancing in the moonlight
Till I’m begging for some goddamn sleep
(Sleep)
Sleep
‘Cause I’m a werewolf!
‘Cause I’m a werewolf!
‘Cause I’m a werewolf!
Oh, I’m running with all the werewolves!
Running with all the werewolves!
I’m running with all the werewolves!
Running with all the werewolves!
I’m feeling like I’m a werewolf!
Oh, I’m feeling like I’m awoo
Awoo!
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5. |
stone fruit
04:53
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I stake myself on a mine again
On guard, I’m gardening, I
Climb supine men, I’m vining
Find surprising silver linings
Sanctuary, sanctuary
Body is a temple, so I’m fucking missionaries
Maybe bury them in my epistolaries, but
Soliloquies are better than obituaries so
I could be your sweet summer son
I could be your peaches and plums
Scraping flesh off the pit of the pain
All of my heartache in haste we’ve abated
You taste it and waste it away
Stone fruit
I’m stone fruit
I’m stone
Stone fruit
I’m stone fruit
I’m stone
Stone fruit
I’m stone fruit
I’m stone
(Stone fruit, I’m stone fruit, I’m)
Oh, suck away my heart, why don’t you?
Sell me your magenta shades
Don’t do the math, won’t solve my issues
Just leave me where I‘m lain
And if I never grow emotional
Would you believe I still get hurt?
I still marvel your proportions so
Come twist my head off
Let me show you how I turn
Soliloquies are better than obituaries though
Soliloquies are better than obituaries so
I could be your sweet summer son
I could be your peaches and plums
Scraping flesh off the pit of the pain
All of my softness is gravely degrading but
I could be your sweet summer sun
I could be your peaches and plums
Scraping flesh off the pit of the pain
All of my heartache in haste we’ve abated
You taste it and waste it away
Stone fruit
I’m stone fruit
I’m stone
Stone fruit
I’m stone fruit
I’m
I could be your sweet summer son!
I could be your peaches and plums!
Scraping flesh off the pit of the pain
All of my softness is gravely degrading!
But I could be your sweet summer son!
I could be your peaches and plums!
Scraping flesh off the pit of the pain
All of my heartache
You taste it and waste it away!
All of my heartstrings are rotted away
(Stone fruit, I’m stone fruit
I’m stone fruit, I’m stone
Stone fruit, I’m stone fruit
I’m stone fruit, I’m stone
Stone fruit, I’m stone fruit
I’m stone fruit, I’m stone...)
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6. |
vae victis!
05:06
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Good enough to fuck so I’ll never be good enough
To be your friend
Good enough to start so I’ll never be smart enough
To see the end
Good enough to play but I’ll never be number one
I know the game
Dumb enough to win, thinking pawns are bound to change
Well, the king’s the same
Tallies on the wall, gotta face that final score
Thought I was a hero but I’m not sure anymore
(Oh)
I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain, huh?
I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain so
Screw my stupid feelings
If I’m the supervillain in the end
In the end
I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain, huh?
I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain so
Maybe you might kill me
If I’m the supervillain in the end
In the end
Good enough to fight so I’ll never need a hand to hold, no
Entirely enough when I have a half painted gold
You’re good enough to love but I’ll never love you that way
Bad enough, I think of myself just the same
Well the tally’s on the wall, gotta face that final score
I could’ve been a hero but I’m not that anymore, no
I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain, huh?
I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain, so
Screw my stupid feelings
If I’m the supervillain in the end
In the end
I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain, huh?
I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain, so
Maybe you might kill me
If I’m the supervillain in the end
In the end
Afraid to explain why
Divinities never save my case
Shape the matrices of my own damnation
Rather than the victim
I guess I’m your supervillain in the end
In the end
In the end
In the end, end, end
In the end, end, end
In the end
I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain, huh?
I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain, so
Maybe you might kill me
If I’m the supervillain in the end
In the end
(I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain, huh?)
I’m your supervillain
I’m your supervillain, so
Maybe you should kill me
If I’m the supervillain in the end
In the end
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7. |
whoring
04:50
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I met my ex on a streetcar yesterday
He recognised me, I him
Tried to grab his gaze
I looked up from my phone too late
He was already looking away, well
I’ll see him ‘round here once again
And in my head, I do something
Then reality hits: I’ll say nothing
But in my head, ooh, I feel glad, I guess
Then reality cuts like a knife right through my chest
I don’t even know myself
Choking on a wishing well
Whoring for a little hope
Starving stupid for the ropes
Never get filled by seas so full of fish
I confess my endless loneliness
These men I fuck somehow keep showing up
Skyline nor horizon ever wide enough
I looked up from my phone too early
Now I’m leaving in a hurry
I’ll see him ‘round here once again
And in my head
(In my head)
I do something
(I do something )
Then reality hits
(Reality hits)
I’ll say nothing
(Say nothing)
But in my head
(In my head)
Ooh, I feel glad, I guess
Then reality cuts like razors through my chest
I don’t even know myself
Choking on a wishing well
Whoring for a little hope
Starving stupid for the ropes
I’ll never get filled by seas so full of fish
I confess my endless loneliness
I’m a misanthropic
Humanist at heart
This silly scum’s my favourite part
I’m a misanthropic
Humanist at heart
This city scum’s my miserable art
I’m a misanthropic
Humanist at heart
This silly scum’s my favourite part
I’m a misanthropic
Humanist at heart
The city scum’s my personal, miserable art
And why
I don’t even know myself
Choking on a wishing well
Whoring for a little hope
Starving stupid for the ropes
Never get filled by seas so full of fish
I confess my endless loneliness
When I don’t even know myself
I don’t!
I don’t even know myself
No I don’t!
But I’m still here!
I won’t disappear!
No, I’m still here!
I WON’T DISAPPEAR!
I’m still here
I won’t disappear
I’m still here
I won’t disappear
I’m still here
I won’t disappear
(I’m still here)
I’m still here
I won’t disappear
(I’m still here)
I’m still here
No, I’m still here
I’m still here
I’m still here
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8. |
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(You)
You made me wait up in the rain
I’m always bathing in the blame
So how does it feel, huh?
Tugging on my leash
Oh
I’m tracing all your moves and plays
Pacing every night, stuck in place
So how does it feel, uh?
Tugging on my leash
I can never sweep you off your feet
Fleeting first impressions you believe
So how does it feel?
Tugging on my leash
Oh
I forever fuck up all I say
Can’t we lay this down before the day?
‘Cause I know how it feels
Hanging on the leash
I’m too young to take you anywhere
You’re too old to ever fucking care
I know how this feels
Dangled on the leash
I will never stop trying to change, try to change, try to
Failing all the rules of this old game, your old game
‘Cause I know how it feels, yeah
Dangled on the leash
Oh, all the way
All the way
All the way
Oh, all the way
All the way
All the way
(You know it feels
I know it feels
You know it feels
I know it feels like
You know it feels
I know it feels
You know it feels
I know it feels like
You know it feels
I know it feels
You know it feels
I know it feels...)
You made me wait up in the rain
I know he left you in a hurricane
Yeah, you know how it feels, baby
So I know how it heals, too
Now I do
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