1. |
90 Degrees
05:12
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I was born in America,
Against my will,
With time to kill,
All this modern hysteria,
These corporate shills,
These cheap new thrills,
But I have to ask,
Have things gotten worse,
Are we cursed,
Or is this how it’s always been,
We’ve just started,
To notice it,
E F Am C
The sand in the hourglass,
Is racing to the bottom now,
You can’t believe this will last,
It has to come crashing down
I was born in America,
Against my will,
With time to kill,
All this modern hysteria,
These corporate shills,
These fake dollar bills,
I was raised in an area,
Where theres nothing to do,
But drugs in the woods,
I’ve had friends end up dead,
I’ve had friends live in tents outside,
In covid time,
Every time I think we’ve reached peak stupid,
Someone comes in here,
Like “Hold my beer”
There’s two things that extend to infinity,
The universe and stupidity
It’s way the fuck too hot out to go outside,
And I’ve already jacked off my dick two times,
I’m sweaty and bored out my goddamn mind,
So it’s time for me to write some rhymes,
About being angsty and stupid and making bad choices,
Being scared of commitment and really loud noises,
Stop screaming stop fighting use inside voices,
Look to the sky and sing rejoices,
There’s a sign in the alleyway someone put it up,
Someone put it up,
When the sun goes down and the pants go off,
Someone call an ambulance someone call the cops,
X2
Breathe in the humid summer air,
Thicker than my own thick head of hair,
So you better be there or be square,
Don’t you know it’s impolite to stare,
Nobody’s ever really fine,
That’s such a bullshit feel good line,
It makes me cringe every fucking time,
Why the fuck you always lying,
There’s a sign in the alleyway someone put it up,
Someone put it up,
When the sun goes down and the pants go off,
Someone call an ambulance someone call the cops,
X2
I can’t outrun myself,
I can’t undo yesterday,
I can’t become anyone else,
Life would be easier that way
There’s a sign in the alleyway someone put it up,
Someone put it up,
When the sun goes down and the pants go off,
Someone call an ambulance someone call the cops,
X4
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2. |
Fork Leftist Unity
02:54
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Tell me again why Stalin wasn’t that bad,
And tell me again you won’t send me to gulag,
Why in the unliving fuck should I trust you,
Momma didn’t raise a fool,
I want freedom for the people cause freedom is great,
You want consolidation of power into the state,
I care about the working man,
You care about carrying out your tyrannical plan,
You think you’re cool,
Cause you’ve read Lenin and dress like a tool,
You swear the fascists are your enemies,
But you guys seem to constantly agree,
Tankies get the bullet too,
History teaches us the difference ‘tween me and you,
And I don’t need to see a red arm band or a roman salute
To know that I can’t trust you
Tankies get the bullet too,
It’s as simple as 1+1 is 2,
You can call me a rad lib but I’m a student of history,
And the Catalan’s would surely agree with me
You want me to defend you with impunity,
But I say fuck you and fuck leftist unity,
I’d be better off siding with the ancaps,
At least they’re less likely to stab me in the back,
Sure their ideas are stupid,
But the shit that comes out of your mouth is fucking putrid,
If they aren’t fascists on the inside,
At least I know the ancaps might not want genocide,
You think you’re cool,
Cause you read Lenin in high school,
You swear you don’t like private property,
But you think that the state should own everything,
Tankies get the bullet too,
History teaches us the difference ‘tween me and you,
And I don’t need to see a red arm band or a roman salute
To know that I can’t trust you
Tankies get the bullet too,
It’s as simple as 1+1 is 2,
You can call me a rad lib but I’m a student of history,
And the Catalan’s would surely agree with me
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3. |
Silent Ghost
02:55
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Back on the road,
Even though there’s nowhere to go,
Get out there and drive so you can finally be alone,
Don’t go too slow,
There’s a hundred thousand miles to go,
Wasting gas and driving in circles is better than being home,
Thinking about your life,
Where has all this brought you,
Would yourself at five,
Approve of the adult you,
A simple tone,
Sing it into the microphone,
Make their ears ring with your angsty screams about being alone,
Check your phone,
There’s no missed calls don’t worry though,
You’ve chosen this they don’t deserve you your friends would never know,
What you did to fit in,
Did you really want to,
Make the decision,
To wear a mask and hide the true you,
Did they ever know,
What you did all alone,
What did you do when you were back at home
Back on the road,
You’ve got nowhere to fucking go,
But you’re tired of feeling homeless in your own home,
A silent ghost,
A shell of what they used to know,
What happened to the spirit you had where did your excitement go
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4. |
Follow My Lead
02:58
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I don’t know how to write this song,
But I’ll try my best to string this along,
This is for all the dead friends,
And all the alive ones who I used to send,
My text messages to back in my youth,
Back when life was amazing and new,
When we felt we had nothing to lose,
And the future was ours no matter how we choose,
To all the bands I’ve been in,
To all the projects I’ve started and never finished,
To my guitar teachers Kyle Rick and Eric,
I finally made it I’m a worthless piece of shit
I guess this is how you write a ballad,
Just nice sounding guitars and a word salad,
About nostalgia and being sad,
In the hopes that maybe you can make somebody glad,
I don’t even know what I’m doing,
But I guess I never did
I miss the days when we could get on stage,
And not worry about the government,
To all the girls I wanted to date,
To all the people I once filled with hate,
To all the teachers that said I was a piece of shit,
I hate to say but you were right about it,
I’m not sure what else to write,
I’m so tired of thinking about left and right,
What is right and wrong what’s morality,
Where is the line between genius and insanity,
I hope when you think of me,
You feel nothing but apathy,
I hope you hope I’m suffering,
Come to think of it I don’t mean a fucking thing,
To all the kids I met in college,
To all the people who sold me weed,
To all the young ones listening to this album,
Don’t be a dumbass don’t follow my lead
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5. |
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Nick Fuentes eats boogers and gets boinked by dudes dressed as cats,
I’m not saying that to be anti gay just anti Nick,
America first means touching your lips to catboys nads,
Then saying gays go to hell cause you can’t accept yourself you prick,
Disavow is your favorite fucking word,
Because you’re a spineless tiny turd,
If we were in the same room I could probably fucking step on you,
Because you’re short and got no fucking muscle on you,
Nick Fuentes eats boogers and gets boinked by boys dressed as cats,
I really can’t stress it enough,
All you ever do is blame your problems on the Jews and blacks,
Ignoring when capitalists and white people do horrible stuff,
Aren’t you hiding something Nick,
All you really want is that catboy dick,
I can hear your butthole crying out for more from here,
Just admit it bro it’s okay to be queer,
Nick Fuentes eats boogers and gets boinked by dudes dressed as cats,
That neo nazi crypto fascist liar fucking scum,
If given the chance he would probably lick Richard Spencer’s ass,
Cause you know that guy also loves to drown in cum,
I’m not even saying that it’s a bad thing,
Be free to take all the dick you want,
I’m just saying it’s kind of a sad thing,
That Fuentes and Spencer have to hide their true feelings for each other in order to keep their followers thinking they’re anything but butt pounding savants
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6. |
Lone Skum
01:40
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Fuck Elon Musk x48
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8. |
The Mark
03:20
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Culture is a cult,
There’s no such thing as an adult,
We’re all just children who pretend,
We know what we’re doing but in the end,
We’re as stupid as we’ve ever been,
Hop on the bandwagon follow the trends,
If we don’t admit we’re wrong we’ll never have to make amends,
Force it on your children and on their children too,
The brain is connected to the world view,
The world view is connected to the ego,
Liberals and conservatives are part of the same puppet show
Hey there son who do you think you are,
Challenging tradition challenging the czar,
Put out your hand let me give you the mark,
It’ll help you to forget who your enemies are
Giving up your right to autonomy,
For the illusion of security,
Give up all your freedom give up your liberty,
Give up on your dreams become one with the machine,
Let them break your children and let them feed them shit,
Load them up with advertisement so they want it,
Convince them this is natural,
Convince them this is good,
Destroy any sense of personhood
Hey there son who do you think you are,
Challenging tradition challenging the czar,
Put out your hand let me give you the mark,
It’ll help you to forget who your enemies are
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9. |
Remember the Fall
03:04
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I don't wanna wake up
I only see you with my eyes closed
You're so far away now,
So far from my home,
I'll dream that I've met you,
Again in the night,
Until I can see you,
Again in the light,
Why do I do this,
To myself,
Why can't I find you,
In somebody else,
Sometimes I wish I'd,
Never met you at all,
But when I rise again I hope I,
Remember the fall,
That I saw you,
Remember the stars,
They sing me your name,
They sing songs of pleasure,
They sing songs of pain,
As far away as you may be,
I'll still lie here pretending you're close to me
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