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Loose Teeth
03:54
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One by one, I’ll cut off all my ties to this goddamn town
I’m sick of chasing atrophied feeling
This sweeping city’s haunted for me, ghosts in corners whispering
Of days that I long to forget, but for now the white noise will lend its company
I’m sorry for defiling every memory that you had of me
It was never my intention to develop such a mockery
I promise this will be resolved once I’m not around
Expend energy rebuilding a bridge that I’d burnt to the ground
And pray to some kind of god that these loose teeth won’t defy
And succumb to the night
When we divulge our truths and encourage each other’s vices
My head won’t stop swimming, room would stop spinning
Get me out of this fluorescent light
And drag my sorry bones home
With any luck I’ll wind up somewhere far away from here
One by one, I’ve cut off all my ties to this goddamn town
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Rotgut
03:41
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Grew up fast, I grew up mean
Raised on scraps, stubborn disease
The devil walked right into me
And I accept him willingly
They told me there’s no saving me
Fields drenched dry reluctantly
Cracked old dirt riddled with disease
The land cries out, “deliver me”
I’ll die by his hand
I’ll die by my hand
No good book in my bedside stand
No reprieve nor a promised land
Rattling bones dumped and picked clean
Sink into earth, never seen
Awaiting on a judgement day
No scarred up knees getting down to pray
My fate’s not mine, it never was
Just send me down there without cause
Drink, smoke, swallow 'til the nightmare leaves
The bottom of the bottle smiles back at me.
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Sleight Of Hand
05:11
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Another morning, another bed
Your front to the wall
Slink out the front gate again
I’m the worst of them all
Your friends are full of shit
You’re good for just one thing
And you’re not really any good at that anyway
I can’t wait to sit in this room and count mistakes that I have made
Maybe I’ll leave here soon
Cut off all your hair and alter your façade
But you’re still the same toxic wretch beneath it all
Maybe tomorrow I won’t wake with this awful thumping in my head
Maybe I won’t wake at all
Again I’m wasting another day
Spent waiting around here
Praying for my hate to dissipate
My mantra is unclear
Cause everything happens in the scent of a second
The sleight of your hand is a force to be reckoned
Dexterity aside, I expected more
Your meaning is fleeting and your presence is the tool.
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Move Past It
05:00
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This morning the highway stank of its decay
The lines blurred together and heralded the way
Took me 2 hours to get through roadworks to improve
By then the corpse of whatever had died had been moved
The weeks flow together, days, they lose their names
Wake up in the morning to face more of just the same
You know, the 7 days a week, before 9 and after 5
Adds nothing but a few more lines ‘round my eyes
Cause kids, the solution’s to gain all those properties
Invest the future intergenerational equity
But all I inherited was biting my fingers
And a predisposition for mental illness
I will sleep on a stranger’s floor
Through the screams and laughs from the guys next door
Cause my last housemate’s goddamn reprobate
And I can’t go home anymore
Next month is my last year that I’m a ‘young person’
I still get ID’d for my nightly poison
‘How are you, are you okay? My kid’s 2 next week’
That’s cool, I still hitch my tent up by Jackson’s Creek
I’ve been conditioned to believe that I am useless
Kid, some people are born wrong, you cannot refute this
But god, I’m such a self-righteous sack of shit
My vanity’s unbecoming, I guess you’re not used to it
I swore one day I’d make a difference to this hellscape
But every day I rot away underneath the weight
Of opiates and copious whatever I find
Oh kid, your potential’s been withered by time
Yeah, I’ll still cross my fingers at the next budget
While the pollies and breakfast hosts scream about dole-bludgers
God, how fucking dare you need help just to live?
Why the hell are you still here, what more can I possibly give?
Finally got permission from the boy’s club
To one day marry the girl that I’ll love
So sit down, shut up, what else is there to complain about?
My bitterness is endless, I’m sure I’ll figure something else out
I’m lying in the back of my defected car
I’m slurring, ‘sorry, I went too far this time’
‘Sorry, I went too far.’
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