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Jetlagged, with a cast on both my legs
What a mess I';ve gotten in, can't you see me in your head
Nothing is as guaranteed as death, and I'm gravitating toward the inevitable end
I wrote you a letter that you couldn't see
Why won't you respond to me?!!!1!1!1!
The apple, it never falls far from the tree, so you won't walk home with me
I would shave my head and buy new clothes, but I don't know where to go, I don't wanna be alone! :( (sniff)
Bummed out by my own company, my psychotic tendencies, I CAN USE THESE AS I PLEASE
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End it on a high note, I convey a simple wish
Vanity can ruin me, writing down an empty list
Don't give up on giving them the best
Make me feel better about my disease, Oh disease
Oh disease, oh my disease
It doesn't spread, you're mislead
I could become a stoner too, I could become cthulhu
I could become a married man
I could become an alien
Every time I drink my glass, reading up on worldly news
i can see a thousand lights pointing at the morning blues
I found out what I already knew
It's very messy, maybe it's best I proceed
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Manager, why don't you talk to me, you're always controlling me
You just employed me as an experiment
Manager, I'll always wait outside, just in case you decide
You're stable enough to bring me back inside
From the ground to the sky, everything just comes right back
Manager, I have her to keep me feeling intact
Don't you ever wonder why everything you love must die
I wonder all the time, but I'm done wondering
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Maggots (2022 Remaster)
03:30
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Maggots fill my heart with joy, they're all I ever want
When they live in bed with me, the larvae confidant
Tempestuously writhe around a broken jar
My inventory's fallen but it can't go far
I grab them but they're slipping through my fingertips
They're very infantile but they can't be missed
Meticulously painted number on their backs
Forensic entomologists will come in packs
The details in the microscope detect the shape
I've got to find them all before they all escape
Observing colored images from way back when
Their oily exterior escapes again
A wintry, callous basement floor is barely seen
The framework of an incident that can't be cleaned
The camera flash illuminates the embryo
The fuel inside the lantern starts to overflow
The remnants of the fallen do project a seed
The maggots on the basement floor are all i need
The maggots are calling, by god, they are falling
Remember the time that they got out and cover your eyes
Becoming allergic, the bodies are urgent, you're making a scene out of nothing, you've got to calm down
Don't come to the basement, you've got to escape it, there's nothing to see that you haven't already observed
A twist of a fate, and I'll cover your face, and I'll burn down the house if you keep occupying my space
Well, goodbye. We're gonna go home now. I guess I'll talk to you later. Okay. Bye.
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On a Thursday, had to go to the emergency room
Rather empty, they told me that I would be let out soon
Walls are white and there;s a window only showing the moon
Just a few more days
Try to stand up, but the atrophy has taken its toll
Dim the lights but still the image is burned into my skull
What a shame i never made it to the vending machine
Never came back in, they never came back in
And I''m completely out of my mind
Walls are covered in some ivy and the mold building up
Try to scrape myself from out of bed without any luck
Gel is forming on my body, now I guess that I'm stuck
Cough up all my blood
Take my pills and now my pigmentation's turning to grey
See two guys outside, they walk by without anything to say
Muscles turn to chocolate syrup and I'm wasting away
Just a few more years
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Petal Aggression Oaklyn, New Jersey
We're the next big thing.
Andrew Wilson- Guitar, Vocals, Piano, Songwriter
Anthony Messina- Drums, Songwriter
Christian Smith- Bass, Vocals
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