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Substitution Method
01:39
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I don't think about you
I think about the pain that entered when you left
I think about the feeling of laying on your chest
So I don't think about you
I think about the hospital in late September
Holding you with frail and failing hands
Making up grand plans before the shut down
No I don't think about you
No I don't think about you
But sometimes, oh sometimes
I wish I could
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(Star Student)
I've been screaming your name but you're not around
I've been feeling alone every time I breathe out
Tell me what's the point in always moving around
When all we'll unpack is just more self doubt
I'm a throwaway that's all they'll fucking ever see
Choke myself with bloodied hands
I'd rather die than be your entropy
No expensive knit sweater and not my name in bold letters
Could ever solve the endeavors of self forming identity
Commodity is cyanide we're keeping carbon
In the recipe
But sand bags around my waist would waste
Everything I've ever valued so I swallow the taste
(Yeah, we all swallow the taste 'cuz they'd waste everything that we ever valued so we swallow the taste)
I've been screaming your name but you're not around
I've been feeling alone every time I breathe out
Tell me what's the point in always moving around
When all we'll unpack is just
More self doubt
(Record Setter)
No expensive knit sweater
No bold letters
You called me a throwaway
No worse than what I tell myself every day
I'm fixing this
If I can
I'll love myself so that I can extend a hand
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DEADMAN'S HAND
02:25
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My brain stays busy repeatedly bleating out 'our love is dead'
Without comprehending what you're saying instead
I keep on looking to blue light distractions again
The court is seldom confused until it takes the judge's head
I know the ghosts of our past
Tighten the knots in your back
Kissing the cold lips of death
Dying, not fixing what we lack
But what's the use in knowing
The back of a dead man's hand
We eat ourselves alive each day
Rather than holding we put our own best friends' heads on a plate
I don't wanna be alive today
We never look at the batch
And so we incubate trash
And then we all act confused
When toxicities hatch
I know the ghosts of our past
Tighten the knots in your back
Kissing the cold lips of death
Dying, not fixing what we lack
But what's the use in knowing
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4. |
Bad Actor
01:17
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Poetry by Olivia Loftis (@ojl.stylebook)
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5. |
Blood Light
01:44
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Spend more time watching murder on the screen
Grow greater than hours you'd spend with me
Dried blood on the block just like there was on the leaves
Glock-19 empathy moved in just down the street
I'm feeling more like a human and less like a person
How in the world can we keep from feeling worthless
Profit from violence to pay to silence who you're hurtin'
There's no pain in the ending if you're not paying attention
(I just feel more like burden)
And less like a person
Or more like an ego that's scared of putting the work in
Stay too distracted to see the conveyer belt I'm on, it's turning
There's no pain in the ending if you stop paying attention
(Right now)
(Turn the record off right now)
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(Star Student)
Wake up on the floor of a motel
Beat my brain bloody taking it out on myself
Cold body shaking with a hot head under blankets
I know that I'm a fuck up and it's not for you to fix it
Brush off the confetti settled deep beneath the dust
Dig through rubble from the party
Leaning in where there's no love
I wonder if walls and banisters remember where they're from
Because I can't find foundation in a past of giving up
(Eyeswideshut)
(Vocal outro by La'Keisha Grey-Sewell)
(Vocal sample at 0.44 by Zodiac the Rapper)
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7. |
juneberry (Extended Mag)
03:00
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8. |
Ashamed
03:19
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Right outside a house that I could never heal
I stand behind the back door like a blast shield
And I can hear you crying from the basement as I
Strangle down my own fears
Tired life
IV tracks bruising
I'm a dissapointer every night
Yeah I can
Hear you sobbing from the basement
But dear God I can't hear myself think
The more I'm trapped inside the more I realize
Empathy's a bitter drink and I'm drunk
With a clamped jaw or I'm dying
Throwing up in the sink
It's coming out red
It's coming out
I know we like it loud
But this time, no I can't deliver
Sickly, on the ground, yeah
I've been Screaming in the Mirror
My costs making sounds
Shadow people always made me shiver
I feel like an imposter with my double bringing death nearer
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Star Student Detroit, Michigan
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