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HAVE A GARBAGE DAY!
01:42
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I am mad as hell, and I am not going to take this anymore.
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HELLHOUNDS!
04:08
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I think I'm coming down with something vile;
I haven't felt this way for a while.
But when when the angels try to call,
I can't say anything at all.
I think it's time I told you I have sinned.
I want to chew off all my skin.
But when my headache starts to swell
I'll still say I'm feeling well.
I think I'm coming down with something foul
that makes the hellhounds yelp and yowl.
But when the devil calls my name
my father hangs his head in shame.
I think it's time I told you I am ill.
It makes me want to cut and kill.
But when I feel like I have lost my mind
that's when I finally feel Fyne.
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All of my friends are hurting themselves,
some of them might be dying.
Baby, I haven't been feeling so well.
Today at work I started crying.
Put your brain between my teeth,
help me pick it out for weeks.
You stained my lips sea again,
how fluidly the meaning
changes all that we are.
I just thought we were water.
I just thought I was tired.
When will I see you again?
You know you're my favorite friend.
I can't believe that he's dead;
I can't believe I'm alive.
When will I see you again?
It can't be too soon, really.
Wake me up at...uuhh.. one. Yes.
I have an idea.
I don't belong here!
I don't belong anywhere.
But I guess I don't care.
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PLANET FLASHERS!
02:36
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There was a song I wrote one time--
but I forgot how it went--
like this one--
Never would I try to change your life for good,
but smoke this shit, it should.
I'm a special boy,
but I needed new toys
'til I made my brother flash the planets.
If that wasn't my most brilliant idea to date,
then I guess I'll panic.
And all the times I was in danger
I tasted hell between my ears.
But in the reports, they marked me off as "healthy"
because I can hold a job and I don't need to fuck my professors.
Don't be alarmed, I am not armed,
last time I checked I am barely bodied.
Fulminating crowds of christmas faggots break the gates and rush on in.
And now the teens are getting sued for a hand shaped bruise,
but we can talk about it later.
If what the planets said is true, then everyone we knew
was an instigator.
Keep your fucking eyes off of me,
you know better, I ain't shit.
And all the vicious spirits tell me:
"We smell the trash in your mouth.
We'll knock your rotting teeth out."
I'm not a man of many words but now I'm gonna have to flash the planets.
I am neither harmed nor could I harm another creature if I tried.
And maybe if we all fall down then the ground will shake
and we'll glow like the eyes of children.
I stole so many stars out of the sky to improve my life,
but there's still a billion.
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AVERY!
07:16
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I'd fallen so hard, but I picked myself up.
My life far from over, but I'd had enough.
And I won't let it happen again.
And I won't sit and pretend
that you aren't the whole world to me
or that you are the first one to bleed.
Ever since you came to me
it's been so easy to breathe,
although you turn and curse me
from the moment I leave.
So let me hold you like I used to at night
when nightmares would wake you in fright.
I'm an old maid, but humor me still:
remember when life had its thrill?
And you aren't a soldier or night,
you're a dragon shortly barren from flight.
You're an entity, you command all the skies.
In the winter, towards the sun must you fly.
But don't get too close, or your scales will start to crack
and you'll realize you're burning and you'll have to turn back.
It gets better, life changes with ease:
the ocean, the moon and the trees;
inconstant, like the blood in your veins,
in motion, like the wind through the plains.
THIS IS NATURAL,
like the galaxies unknown: vast and terrible,
but God made them glow.
Avery, why won't you talk to me?
Don't you ever forget that I love you to death
and you make me happy when the sun is at rest.
And the grey skies that your smile could clear
are ephemeral, as are all these tears.
And one day, I promise, you will look back and laugh
at the miseries you never thought you'd outlast.
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DEATH METAL! IN G MINOR
04:03
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I've never been too good at goodbyes,
but I'm not very good at hellos either.
I just want to accept my demise and
disappear into the aether.
You smell like the hospital and
you look like you've crawled from the grave.
Your bones are my personal muse;
they are mine and only mine to take.
I was the ghost that haunted the eaves
and sent chills all throughout your body.
The ashes on the wind led me to
believe that your spirit was with me.
God works in mysterious ways
to keep our bodies apart,
but I'll try my damnedest to shake
this guilt-ridden weight from our hearts.
The wolves that howl in my dreams want to feast
on the flesh that keeps the souls in my body.
The scent of blood sates their hungering just
for a moment while I answer their calling.
The moon is my guardian angel,
she keeps me from falling apart.
The Sun is a vampire lord,
he is driving a stake through my heart.
The world works in mysterious ways
to keep our spirits apart,
and I promise that I'm gonna shake
this grief-stricken hate in our hearts.
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I AM FYNE Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
i'm fyne. i promise.
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