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Oh, the Horror
03:48
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Slut shaming, is that the part that doesn’t love me?
Know it was from a lonely place.
No, I won’t apologize.
-before I knew you.
Green s' growing in your true blue eyes.
When voodoo drums the cadence of your name,
I see the entirety of your sweet face change.
The horror, oh, the horror
Shadows and ceilings, where's the heart?
Blackness, blackness
and a mote around that witch we love again.
Oh, the confidence of ignorant bliss,
isn't she delicious?
When voodoo drums the cadence of your name,
I see the entirety of your sweet face change.
C’mere doll and you’ll see just how important I am.
We’ll give your pride zen maintenance.
Then we love, then we love, when we love again,
this time, this time.
The man-whore or the boy next door, oh.
I've been right where you are before.
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Spit
03:29
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Impermanence is a gift.
Impermanence is grit.
And it tastes just like my first communion,
like my first communion did.
Wrote an ode to impermanence
in a jar without a lid
a caustic chemical solution,
yeah, I did.
Impermanence is a gift.
Impermanence is grit.
And it tastes just like my first communion,
like my first communion did.
Rodents and the old spider blankets
and thoughts of spending the last food stamp on
soapy violet candy chalk, violence can be taught.
Mother, said; put on some spit and gauze and know the truth, son.
I’m touched,
touched, touched
to the teeth.
Impermanence is a gift.
Impermanence is grit.
And it tastes just like my first communion did,
like a first communion did.
It tastes just like my first communion did
-just like my first communion did.
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