song lyrics from the callous daoboys posted at pseudorandom intervals (approx. 8 times/day)
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@ijomeli@void.rehab
write a hit summer album, never worry again
i'll lie to you just like a sign
what a wonderful sense of timing you must have
everyone's a funeral, do the twist, do the twist
evidence numbers on all your possessions
it didn't have to be like this
you didn't have to embarrass us
we pray that you bring healing to our body, mind and spirit
for those in need of your guidance
we are reminded of your scripture in proverbs, which says
"trust in the lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding"
thank you, as we give ourselves to you
a moment of weakness labeled "revelation"
show your work
private first class
we're not the just friends type
don't wanna embarrass, i just wanna be what you like
if i can't be taken seriously, then i'm shuffling home
absolutely, have a good rest of your day, take care
lookalikes never did do it for freud
come into where the light is
these pieces were created 300 years ago, during the years of 2023 and 2024
it was once thought that the collection consisted of just ten pieces
however, earlier this year a reel of film tape marked "iii. country song in reverse," on one side and
"daoboys sea world footage" on the other
was discovered in the occupied zone of mena, arkansas
we here at the museum of failure were lucky enough to have the artifact marked as historically important
and the reel was shipped across border checkpoints
having now seen the collection in its potential final form
we now know that these pieces weren't just created by man
but by heartbreak, anguish, frustration, infidelity, lust, addiction, divorce and suffering
one may imagine the head of a constantly changing beast
ripping open the author of these words with more and more blood
the head of a fox wearing the young writer's body to prop them up
whilst the second head of the pig snuffs out every word of regret
this is true failure, embodied and immortalized
this is embarrassment painted over the first and last name of the grave
(is the recording on?)
this is i don't want to see you in heaven by the callous daoboys
you will bury clones of me
i'll lie to you just like a sign
trash talking to the non-existent camera
my half-cocked journalistic endeavors
my black helicopters and cia scanners
it's 1 to 2 over under on the drama queen
laying on their floor, trying to sleep until
thursday when they wake up fine
and damnation
surround the room (surround the room)
and call me home (and call me home)
just end this mess (just end this mess)
while i "screw tape" the preconceived notions that you caress so deeply
