song lyrics from the callous daoboys posted at pseudorandom intervals (approx. 8 times/day)
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@ijomeli@void.rehab
a student of your own safety, ever changing
still sick from the flavor of youth
found out that the poison was my own
no truth to the cause
no deep state lies
i have seen the elephant
write a hit summer album, never worry again
fake it, fake it, your trepidation
be equally afraid for the outcome
evidence numbers on all your possessions
you want your die hard
but the trigger's stuck
(pick it up, pick it up)
you wanna know what i keep from you?
you wanna know the bastard who sent me?
"found dead in his eggs benedict"
but i don't decide to try to put weight on you darling, featherweight
the world is just as boring as you think
like losing baby teeth but with accompanying disease
and i can't carry the sun
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
i'll reply with my open mouth gaping
when we see what's left to sell
you will cross no oceans, but retain the worst of every land
some of you need "death of the author"
imagine how i must writhe in the addiction
i always finish what i start but i guess it's been almost a decade of this
i know i'd never speak to you that way
it's all been projecting, i won't be respecting the runtime
