1. |
Atomic After Party
02:37
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yes I know the sun won't rise
and yes I know we're going to die
Nothing is going to save me not SPF infinity
The fallout after party is just a pile of burning bodies
Nothing is going to save me no promise of divinity
The fallout after party is just a pile of burning bodies
yes I know the sun won't rise
and yes I know we're going to die
Nothing is going to save me not SPF infinity
The fallout after party is just a pile of burning bodies
Nothing is going to save me no promise of divinity
The fallout after party is just a pile of burning bodies
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2. |
It's Okay
03:43
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This crush is a Grecian urn
but it's getting me through these days
I'm not trying to step in line
I'm not trying to get laid
We're best friends in winter
and we're holding hands in spring
and by the end of the summer
you know every song I sing
There's nothing wrong with falling in love
falling in love
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3. |
Grant Rant
02:11
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What controls your life?
Is it your pride?
Is it your vice?
Is it a fear of the afterlife?
Is it a voice that tells you to be nice?
People don't change
but situations do
The sky can be red.
The sky can be blue.
You think the lion's tame
and then he eats you.
People don't change.
there is nothing you can do.
What controls your life?
Is it your pride?
Is it your vice?
Is it a fear of the afterlife?
Is it a voice that tells you to be nice?
People don't change
but situations do
The sky can be red.
The sky can be blue.
You think the lion's tame
and then he eats you.
People don't change.
there is nothing you can do.
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My muse is not amused with my musing any more
so I swallow my frustrations and ignore the door
I am just confused by the bruising and the sores
on my hands and knees from living on all fours
I CAN'T SING WHEN YOU'RE IN THE HOUSE
DIRTY LOOKS AND COTTON MOUTH
I CAN'T SING WHEN YOU'RE IN THE HOUSE
DIRTY LOOKS AND COTTON MOUTH
My muse is not amused with my musing any more
so I swallow my frustrations and ignore the door
I am just confused by the bruising and the sores
on my hands and knees from living on all fours
I CAN'T SING WHEN YOU'RE IN THE HOUSE
DIRTY LOOKS AND COTTON MOUTH
I CAN'T SING WHEN YOU'RE IN THE HOUSE
DIRTY LOOKS AND COTTON MOUTH
My muse is not amused with my musing any more
so I swallow my frustrations and ignore the door
I am just confused by the bruising and the sores
on my hands and knees from living on all fours
I CAN'T SING WHEN YOU'RE IN THE HOUSE
DIRTY LOOKS AND COTTON MOUTH
I CAN'T SING WHEN YOU'RE IN THE HOUSE
DIRTY LOOKS AND COTTON MOUTH
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Kiss me on the apocalypse
Sing and sway our doomed hips
This might not be the end of time
This is the night the Earth will die.
THIS SENSATION IS NOT RADIATION
IT'S LOVE
IT'S LOVE
IT'S LOVE
Kiss me on the apocalypse
Sing and sway our doomed hips
This might not be the end of time
This is the night the Earth will die.
THIS SENSATION IS NOT RADIATION
IT'S LOVE
IT'S LOVE
IT'S LOVE
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6. |
Avalanche
04:52
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Smiles must be hard to paint
Because there's frowns all over the walls
I'm waiting for the ice to melt
I'm waiting on the spring to fall
We're suffocating on our last cigarettes
chocking and we're holding hands with death
We're suffocating on our last cigarettes
Chocking taking bets on whose next
When the grape juice spoils
We'll all be talking loose
and when the pot overboils
We'll be smoking our own noose
We're suffocating on our last cigarettes
chocking and we're holding hands with death
We're suffocating on our last cigarttes
Chocking taking bets on whose next
We're suffocating on our last cigarettes
chocking and we're holding hands with death
We're suffocating on our last cigarttes
Chocking taking bets on whose next
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7. |
Grouch
05:24
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If I did yoga everyday my back wouldn't hurt.
I try to be funny, but end up the jerk.
I do know how language works.
Being the ass has it's perks.
I was taking to myself, but then he got bored.
Call it talking to myself. some call it talking to the lord
Think I got a callus from cracking the lighter.
I hope my malice makes me brighter.
Nature was talking shit so I had to fight her.
Sometimes hate is the best uniter
I was gonna meditate, but I said that shit can wait.
It feels good to love, but it's not unhealthy to hate.
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