1. |
The Waves Were Low
02:03
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I almost choked to death on my puke last night.
Instead I wish that I had puked on your fucking face.
I took an axe to my headboard today
but I wish it were your throat
I’ve never been angrier and I’ve never felt better.
Because hatred clears my head and gives me purpose
to inspire love and hate in every word and every letter
that I write in my notebook. It keeps me from getting too nervous
You’re an island and you’ve burned all your bridges.
The world is yours to roam
because there’s not a single soul left to love you at home
you’re gonna fall on your ass you’re gonna sink like a stone.
When you call yourself an artist I can’t help but laugh
ain’t no soul come from a life of suburbs and speedboats
You suck as an artist and you suck as a human
I know I’m biased but believe me it’s the truth
Your reckless dreams will give you no satisfaction.
One day you will learn to respect your fellow humans
but that day will come way too late for your redemption.
You’ll die alone with no friends to even mention your name
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2. |
Wall Punchers
02:14
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Wall Punchers
When I get so drunk and mad that I want to punch a wall
put a guitar in my hand so I can sing you a song.
Watch the hatred melt away into an angry bliss.
I can’t strum these chords with clenched fists.
I’ve felt heartbreak and I’ve felt betrayal
and there’s nothing wrong with that;
I’m just tired of breaking my knuckles.
I’m angry all the fucking time and quite frankly
that’s just who I am and who I’ll be
and I still love me (and you).
But I can sing this misery in the key of C,
and I have all my friends to sing with me
So let’s fucking cry and sing and dance all around right now!
Whoooaaahh
Whooaaahh
My friends, my friends
There’s a better way to manage
anger than property damage
So when we get so drunk and mad that our inhibitions fall
let’s throw our fists in the air and together we will all sing a song.
Watch the hatred melt away into an angry bliss.
We will all scream these words with clenched fists.
We’ve all felt heartbreak and we’ve all felt betrayal
and there’s nothing wrong with that;
I’m just thankful that we have each other.
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3. |
Anxiety
03:23
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You lost today kid, but that doesn’t mean that you have to like it.
Pick yourself up and wipe the blood from your nose
Anxiety, lack of sobriety
Feelings you can’t reconcile.
Don’t let your flaws kill you now.
You never thought that things would turn out this way.
You never thought I’d see the day
that cheap liquor and tobacco stains
replace playground and video games.
Feelings you can’t reconcile.
Don’t let your flaws kill you now.
They strung you up and bled you dry
screwed too tight and left out to die.
Batter up, kid, you’ll get them next time.
Find your voice and unravel your spine.
Another case of teenage requiem anxiety.
Another shot at easing the pressures inside me.
These childhood friendships and faces all begin to fade.
Your favorite punk rock bands have all gone away.
Feelings you can’t reconcile.
Don’t let your flaws kill you now.
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4. |
Human Landfill
01:48
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Reagan over the fireplace
Jesus in every doorway
I’m sure your neighborhood is very safe;
That’s why you paid so much.
No minorities in sight because Sycamore Springs is all white
And thank god for that
looks like your car is safe.
I’m going away
from this place today
All these houses look the same
I won’t feel comfortable until
I leave this human landfill
You live behind iron gates and a veil of subtle racism
well, maybe not so subtle when you play rush Limbaugh
on your speedboat radio
But all the others on the lake
they just tilt their heads back and laugh
Because casual racism is funny
It’s a shame
Your Jesus was an Objectivist
when the real Jesus was Socialist
Your god hates anyone not rich white and conservative
Stick your phony god up your ass
I don’t need your god to learn how to live
fuck you and fuck your jesus, too
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5. |
Blank Days
02:00
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My mom keeps telling me
focus on the little victories
but goddamn what if all I have are little failures
puking in the shower
a cigarette every hour
I’m jaded on everything that doesn’t slowly kill me
little failures
that’s all I’ll ever know
fuck these blank days
pass out on the floor
there’s a flesh-eating plague
swarming inside my sweaty soul
and I’m worried that don’t know how to cure it
cuz home doesn’t feel like home
so I’ll pound my war drum chest
and play and sing this song till my teeth rust
little failures
that’s all I’ll ever know
fuck these blank days
pass out on the floor
I’m a warrior of loneliness
I’m a depraved prophet of nothing
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6. |
GO HOME
01:40
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I’m too fucking drunk to be here
in this place, around these people
I’m too fucking drunk to be here
I’m gonna punch a wall or a treet
anything that can’t fight back with me
I’m gonna punch a wall or a tree
can’t count the beer cans on the floor
can’t name the people in the door
people scare the shit out of me
I wish I would grow up already
everyone is cooler than me
so I am just gonna go home
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ScreamVomit Bloomington, Indiana
Formed in that 20-year-old's liminal space between home (Indianapolis) and school (Bloomington). Indiana Forever.
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