song lyrics from the callous daoboys posted at pseudorandom intervals (approx. 8 times/day)
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my bitter red
my constant need to feel like i'd be better off dead
all of this pushes you down in your seat
this sky writer pattern you let repeat
and when you stutter
i pretend to stutter
there's no jugular bleeding out
so we'll see
bores pass the sniffing test with full confidence
for incitement of sin
bastardized to the point of contentment
you can breathe outside, i lied to make you stay
and i don't know when i can die
the emblematic wasp stuck in your car
am i outside of the window, or will you cleanse the cab?
printing out the havoc in several prepositional phrases
everyone i know gets fucking tired
i am so grateful for the way that you're supposed to be
when will things change? i'm enjoying myself
i'm raising eyebrows, but i'll never get caught
press up your chest, that's how i like it
you'll never know, she'll feel hell if she does
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
if i'm not a fool for you
i'm not a fool for anyone at all
heaven is a broken place if you're not in it
heaven is a broken place if you're not in it
it just goes to show
you'll never know
a single thing about me
i think you'll like it
like it
like it
consent to death
the lights seemed to dance to the beat of my watering eyes
