1. |
Welcome to Hell, Idiot
03:56
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You consume everything
Because it’s yours to devour
You put your hands where you want, where you want them, boy
My value swings by the hour
Oh, this is your time, your time, your time
Is it not fun anymore? Is it not fun anymore?
Oh, this is your time, your time, your time
Your life was always a bore, your life was always a bore
Well, don’t you worry, don’t you worry, don’t you worry, boy
This world is built for you
Well, can’t you hear it, can’t you hear it, can’t you hear it, boy?
Hear how they scream for you
Oh, this is your time, your time, your time
Is it not fun anymore? Is it not fun anymore?
Oh, this is your time, your time, your time
Your life was always a bore, your life was always a bore
This is your time
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2. |
Soak
05:12
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it had been a long time since i last needed her medicine
but i shuffled the track out of town to her shack again
that distance others had fallen, i fell again
i fell at her door
and i don't remember much after that
soak your wounds, kill some time
soak your wounds, stay a while
she dragged my body into the light
her outstretched hand means she can fix you if you can pay
she don't want credit
and she don't want gold pieces
all she wants is a piece of you
she takes her pound of flesh
and she started working away
soak your wounds, kill some time
soak your wounds, stay a while
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3. |
Crawl
07:02
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You fall through
No more
And I, I, I
Can’t close that door
I trip on all my words
They’re lying on the floor
You crawl, under my skin
I can feel you, burrow in
Left behind
Always was your fear
My, my, my, my, my dear
It never was that clear
Faulty wires
And insincere
You crawl, under my skin
I can feel you, burrow in
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4. |
Saint Y'ain't
04:22
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You’re working through a slow trip
You’re living fully, with your loose lips
You’re working like you won’t fail
You’re a hammer, without a fucking nail
You’re a feedback loop of nothing
You are white noise, you are nothing
You gave yourself a spit shine
Won’t hide the vacuum, behind your dead eyes
You’re slapping on your fake smile
It will never touch the fucking sides
You’re a feedback loop of nothing
You are white noise, you are nothing
You are nothing
You are nothing
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What you saying, boy?
What’s your game, boy?
What you playing, boy?
Light your flame, boy
Don’t be tame, boy
There is no shame, boy
It’s all the same, boy
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6. |
For You
06:21
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Stay in place
There’s something for you here
Save your face
They’re looking for you here
Stand up straight
You belong up here
Know your place
There’s nothing for you here
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Potential Sydney, Australia
Weirdo dark-pop synth-wave plus-a-sax three-piece operating on stolen Gadigal and Darkinjung land.
We play songs you can make out to.
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