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Poison Control
03:28
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You hate what you are, what you’ve become. Completely consumed, the guilt weighs a ton.
Only venomous word cover the sores. The knife in your back can only be yours.
Inject it, ingest it, cover it, protect it
Consume it, digest it - your hate becomes your poison.
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Breathing Problem
01:58
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I hear you laughing
You act so debonair
I hear your bullshit
Breathing up my air
I feel the judgement
Contempt without a clue
I taste the hatred
I could fucking spew
You’ve got a breathing problem
So fucking easy to east to see
You’ve got a breathing problem
Yet you continue to breathe
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3. |
Preamble / NO FIX
03:32
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Hopeless not helpless
Hateful and selfish
Hellbent a deathwish
Fucked up, yeah no shit
Wake up sweating this sick is coming.
Gotta get money you hit the ground running. Call and you call but no one will pick up. Ask for a front and he tells you to get fucked.
Puke, shit, shake, dopesick!
Stand on the corner holding a sign. Broke with no money so what’s yours is mine. Needed a twenty but only got five. Traded D’s asshole for only a dime.
Puke, shit, shake, dopesick!
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4. |
Sorry For Partyin
02:19
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I drank up all your booze
And ate up all your food
Puked on your girlfriend
Then asked her to screw
Woke up drunk as piss
Then looked around a bit
Stole what I could fit
Copped me some heroin
This shit got me too low
I need some speed or blow
Can I borrow 20 bucks
I’ll pay you back you know
Sorry for partyin
I’ve lost my fuckin head
Sorry for partyin
You’ll probably find me dead
Sorry for partyin
I fuck up all the time
Sorry for partyin
When the party’s only mine
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5. |
Copout
02:50
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There ain’t no god, ain’t no fuckin sin
Just you and I and how you justify the way you feel within
Welcome to hell, our Bastion of Filth
Where we all die and it’s just “goodbye”
No pearly gates revealed
So bow your head and wish it weren’t so
I got faith in me. I got faith, mine - the only faith I need to know
The whole reason we wrote this song
We won’t believe in bullshit
There’s no god you’re fuckin wrong
For those who blindly worship, it’ll fuck you in the end!
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6. |
Born Sick
01:21
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Allergy of the body
Obsession of the mind
A needle in my bottle
Every fuckin time
I break out in handcuffs
Each time I have a few
You say I have a problem
I say the problem is you
We’re born sick!
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7. |
Shutup
02:14
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Cracked lips - from always talkin shit
Social suggestion from a fuckin hypocrite
Passive aggression - A drama session
No one gives a shit!
So many names - makes me fuckin sick
The pot never sits cause you’re always stirring it
Another story sound much like the last
Oh how you bore me with your bargain bin sass. An eye for judgement, a mouth for talkin shit. Gossip is your passion and no one wants to hear it!
He did, she said, holy shit did you hear? How can you talk so much and still drink your beer? It’s old product and none of us are buying so stop talkin shit cause we know you’re lying!
I’ve had enough - you talk too much
You stupid cunt - just shut the fuck up!
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8. |
Cigs N' Fuckin
01:30
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Put down the booze
Had to kick the dope
Laid off the duster
And had to quit the coke
No more pills
Nix’d the gold caps
Swore off LSD
Promised no more crack
What the fuck
I’ve gotta have something
Now my only kicks are caffeine, cigarettes and fuckin
Done with speed
Hated PCP
I’m pro weed
Simply ain’t my thing
Put down the booze
Had to kick the dope
Laid off the duster
And had to quit the coke
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9. |
Hardstop
01:35
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Who am I, who are you?
What the fuck, are we gonna do?
My inspirations in a puddle on the floor
The cops are beating a hole in my door
My head’s too loud to connect a thought
A Violent scream cause that’s all I’ve got
My situation has declined to piss poor
My head is wearing a hole in my floor
Everyone’s gone but the silence is not
Just breathe deep cause it’s all I’ve got
I lashed out like a thousand times before
I got it bad, what’s worse, I need more
My mind is gone but my hatred is not
I’m takin a chance cause it’s all I’ve got
My mind is back, not a whore anymore
I got back all I had torched and more
Obsessions gone but the allergy is not
I give what I have cause it’s all I’ve got
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10. |
Death Note
03:10
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By rig, rail and bottle you were digging your own grave. No one believed it when we heard the news break.
Said you shoulda seen it; said stop before it’s too late Your were going full throttle, living lies only caused pain - so here’s the TRUTH.
It’s not too late to make a change
When you were found you had a finger on the call sign. But your one final push only connected to a flatline.
The song is for those can no longer speak. But who’s message is clear through each empty seat. We’ll speak their truth....
Death won’t wait; make a change!
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Born Sick Vancouver, Washington
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