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Let's Make a Martyr
02:17
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I look forward to the day we can travel through time
And go back to the day when all the sinners were freed
We'll discover that the saviour was just a normal guy
And the prophets were illiterates and Romans agreed
Gotta pad the story a bit
So let's say you're not gone forever
While he still breathes
Do you ever wonder if Kurt Cobain
Remembers the people who drove him to his end
They're calling the poor guy Jesus nowadays
If he didn't he would blow his brains out again
It won't amount to anything if
You're still alive in the morning
Everyone leaves
Eventually
Better pick up the pace
Let's make a martyr
You gotta die someday
Let's make a martyr
You're gonna die anyway
Let's make a martyr
If no one hears a word you say
Become a martyr today
These are just a few of my favourite things
People dying, people crying, and a lost message
Why would you ever wanna fight for your rights
When getting over life is a right of passage
I think it's just adorable how you
Stand up for what you believe in
Nobody grieves
Soon down the road you will realiZe
That no one can be bothered until somebody dies
You should have stayed happy with all you got
The message gets through better to people when it's SHOT
It won't amount to anything if
You're still alive in the morning
Everyone leaves
Eventually
Better pick up the pace
Let's make a martyr
You gotta die someday
Let's make a martyr
You're gonna die anyway
Let's make a martyr
If no one hears a word you say
Become a martyr today
Let's make a martyr
You gotta die someday
Let's make a martyr
You're gonna die anyway
Let's make a martyr
If no one hears a word you say
Become a martyr today
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What a Way to Go
01:19
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It's time to act your age
Burn the house down
What a way to go
What a way to go
No one sees the dead boy
Fly around
What a way to go
What a way to go
They don't understand
When he succumbs to his rage
What a way to go
What a way to go
The monster's
Already acting his age
What a way to go
What a way to go
Look for something to cheer up the folks
Something kinda Islamic
Way to go
What a way to go
Took one step away from zero
Way to go
What a way to go
The more you do, the less you know
Flipping backwards
Off a rocking chair
What a way to go
What a way to go
Red colour of copper
Needle in the eye
What a way to go
What a way to go
My kid loves
Our brand new car
What a way to go
What a way to go
Go for a ride
Come back bone dry
What a way to go
What a way to go
I'd look to look before I walk
But I'm choking on all the plastic
Way to go
What a way to go
Took one step away from zero
Way to go
What a way to go
The more you do, the less you know
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Get Out of the House
03:25
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You won't find me here
I'm a whole world away
You try to keep me grounded
You lock me up all day
But now I've got a plan
We'll see how long this stands
I've stepped out of this house
I've stepped out of your hands
Bit of a money and an altercation
And some edible imagination
My burning head and I
Are searching for new lands
I'm on the outside
Of here and now, of then and now
I'm seeing lights, I'm seeing
Sights that two feet won't allow
My own have now betrayed me
I can't see through one eye
My plan was to escape but now
I've tought myself to fly
But I still see
To my surprise
No longer a high rise
My bedroom is in the sky
By the time you found me
I'd hit an all-time low
Never saw the flashing lights
But felt a fleeting glow
Now I'm stuck back at home
A gnarled ball in the den
I guess it ain't so nice to
Get out of the house every now and then
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My parents died
And everyone loves me
I have no faults
Except my horrible spelling
Put some colour in my hair
Try and punch me in the eye
Doesn't matter if I even deserve it
Everyone takes my side
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So once again the guy you're stuck with
Took you out to dinner
He orders you a salad, guess he
Wishes you were thinner
You know when you catch his sight
"Unsightly" seems to say it right
But that's the reason he is yours
You know that he too ain't a winner
What is beautiful to you (Look at my new legs)
Does it look at all like you
Should know the girl in the mag (Look at my new legs)
Doesn't really look like that, no
Look at my new legs
You think you finally understand
What makes the people rave
Should you work your stomach flat
Her's seems to be concave
You want to focus on her clothes but
Kudos to the one who draws her
Legs 'cause you don't realize
Those aren't the ones her mother gave
What is beautiful to you
Does it look at all like you (Look at my new legs)
Should know the girl in the mag
Doesn't really look like that, no (Look at my new legs)
Look at my new legs
What is beautiful to you (Nobody cares unless you're pretty or dying)
Does it look at all like you (Nobody cares unless you're pretty or dying)
Should know the girl in the mag (Nobody cares unless you're pretty or dying)
Doesn't really look like that, no (Nobody cares unless you're pretty or dying)
What is beautiful to you (Nobody cares unless you're pretty or dying)
Does it look at all like you (Nobody cares unless you're pretty or dying)
Should know the girl in the mag (Nobody cares unless you're pretty or dying)
Doesn't really look like that, no (Nobody cares unless you're pretty or dying)
Point your ass at the cameraman and say
Some ignorant opinion of the world today
Why do you pine for fame and fortune
When you get a lot more than that
Your tears are a farce
Rock out loud in your giant Hollywood home
It escapes me why no one wants to leave you alone
There's nothing remotely interesting about you
But we must know about your cat
Are you happy now
You got what you wanted
You are not allowed to cry
Are you happy now
You are rich and famous
And sought by the cameraguy
You know I love you but you missed the important part
You put the heart back in rock but you've got the funding for your art
How's a poor kid gonna give his basement or garage
Half the tech that you got in yours
You're seeing too close
Everyone gets dropped
A side glance once in their lives
Take the cheap way up
Or work it out
Or play it out
Or burn it out
Then burn it out
And burn it out
Burn it
Are you happy now
You got what you wanted
And you didn't have to try
Are you happy now
Everyone is watching
Counting down until you die
Oh how you dreamed of being a rockstar
You wrote a song and everything
You worked your ass off to be a movie star
Hey what's that piece of shit you call a wedding ring
The whole thing's missing
A toilet metaphor
If only it were easy
To piss it all away
When everybody's watching
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Hang On, I Got This
02:17
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I believe in coincidences
When I'm gone they'll all point to this
Like I saw it coming, like it's prophetic
But you never see it coming
So the going feel pathetic
Just coincidences
I gotta wonder what's been taking him so long
A bit of good luck, hiding in a ditch all day
I already know how it all went wrong
I hear you better when you're further away
Accidental kerosene embalment
Boss is sick and tired of your involvement
Found a new way to beat the clock
But they dump you beside the dock
Too late to learn hearts don't have any strings
What is the metaphor, hanging up by its eyes
Wait to cry when you lost all your things
Look, the joke is everybody dies
At the tender age of mitigation
Mouth to light is not illumination
Blame yourself, you're barely a year old
That was it or melting in the cold
You know you did it to yourself
Your mother dropped you down a well
Your father promised not to tell
You know you did it to yourself
Die right and it's hilarious
Until the joke's on you
Never say again (Hang on, I got this)
Don't ever tell your friends (Hang on, I got this)
You haven't got a body left to waste
You know you did it to yourself
The victim said to blame yourself
Look at what you did to yourself
You know you did it to yourself
No matter what could break your bones
Your skull needs a jackhammer
Never say again (Hang on, I got this)
Don't ever tell your friends (Hang on, I got this)
You haven't got a body left to waste
We're missing all the anger in your face
And all that's left is strewn around the place
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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Antioxidant
03:01
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Didn't know each other long
And goes to tell
As far as doomed to fail goes
It did not go well
Two figures in their masks
And over time
Your face came out of yours
Should I have left on mine
Have to hate the way I
Am when I think about it
I shouldn't think about it
Should I
We're bound by bitterness and
Manic cheers
Blind hate while wondering
What you'll do in a few years
Some day the time came for your
Thoughts to fair
Nobody's was but I
Still can't stand you there
Want to punch you in the
Face when I think about it
I shouldn't think about it
Should I
Stop me wishing
To go back in the marsh
Things are better
How they've laid out so far
It's up to you how you spend your time
So it's your call
But why do you insist to waste it
When you clearly hate them all
Someone had to say it
Guess something got through
And with the steady change
Maybe I'll forget you too
Now the seeds are planted
Now I've finally had it
It's time I made you think
So should I
Should I
Should I
Should I
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Don't Hear Me
05:17
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Tell me why it keeps going wrong
Have I been cursed with a poison tongue
I can't speak to you like I want to
Because every time I show I'm a fool to you
There's something odd about a silent conversation
It can be read so many ways
I could convince you all that I
Could not uphold said to your
Don't hear me
Just read my words
I'm not who
I hoped you heard
Don't hear me
Just read my words
I'm not who
At times I feel like some random punctuations
Made to hide that I was swearing
So instead I look like I just
Had a mother of an aneurism
I can't connect while I'm still talking
Is it best if I stick to text
Or should we skip to the ultimatum
And have the both of us see what's next
Don't hear me
Just read my words
I'm not who
I hoped you heard
Don't hear me
Just read my words
I'm not who
Tell me why it keeps going wrong
Are my hands a mouth or my mouth a gun
Do your eyes see the friend I want to be
And your ears balk at that who is really me
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I'm Your Victim
02:34
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You have a funny condition
Of killing everything that you touch
Oh, the hurts so good that they all pay for
Soon it doesn't hurt all that much
And everyone is turning a blind eye to you
But baby I'm ready to talk
You ain't getting repeat business so
Why don't you replenish your stock
That feeling in your chest that
Says you're still alive
Anymore of it and I won't be
I'm your victim
Any other case I'd be dead on the floor
But you and I know it's 'cause I
Want you more
I'm your victim
I'm not looking for the usual kiss
I don't want to be the usual lover
I wanna feel the air leaving me baby
You and I both want a kind of tender
I'm a sick boy with a capital D
And I wanna give a buck with a capital F
The last thing I hear at all should be your vitriol
You're only halfway if you make me deaf
You're game is the kind that you fuck up from the inside-out
That feeling in your chest that
Says you're still alive
Anymore of it and I won't be
I'm your victim
Any other case I'd be dead on the floor
But you and I know it's 'cause I
Want you more
I'm your victim
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Edged Out
01:22
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Have you ever had a human impulse
Cut it out, you don't oppress yourself enough
They say to go straight in an old world sense
Tough it out, the better man always says no
But it's not that simple
Your badge of pride
The reason you're alive
You'd better hide
Don't touch that girl
Don't fuck that guy
Or you might
Get just
A little
Edged out
It's part of life to want to do things to people
That if your mom can hear, you'll never say
There's nothing special about not doing something
When no one wants to fuck you anyway
Repress yourself
Your human instincts
Your love and lust
Means nothing to your ego
But the best part
It's not even a dogma thing
One
Can feel
Just a little
Edged
A little
Edged
A little
Edged
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If I had to pick one thing that I like
About your eyebrows
It'd probably simply be the fact
That you have eyebrows
Life wouldn't nearly be as fun
Without your eyebrows
Turn them the other way
I see you look at me
Ever so quizically
How shall I drop the gun
I can't apologize
When I see them rise
And something in me follows
What I like most about you
Is your eyebrows
Make you look like you don't trust a
Thing that I do
Oh your eyebrows
They can break my heart
But that's nothing next to
What I do to you
Don't you know the best love songs
To sing to eyebrows
Are the ones where you're in fear for yourself
What's with your hairstyle
Where'd our relationship go wrong
I watch you sleeping
Turn them the other way
I see you look at me
Ever so frantically
Why did I drop the gun
I can't apologize
When I see them run
And something in me follows
What I like most about you
Is your eyebrows
Make you look like you don't trust a
Thing that I do
Oh your eyebrows
They can break my heart
But that's nothing next to
What I do to you
That's right
I did it
I shot her
Right in the eyebrows
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All the Wrong Friends
00:34
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Hey, man, what you doin' out in nowhere
How much farther are you plannin' to run
Look a mess, white knuckles pullin' out hair
And the Borg Queen's riding shotgun
Thrill seekin', the nostalgia hits me hard there
I traded in the coke for a gun
Tell you what, you caught me on a good day
Drive straight, take a left and have fun
Never going back to Georgia
Never going south again
Never planning alchy roadtrips
Wasn't supposed to last just one weekend
Well, sheriff, just what was all that about
Why not book 'em, Don't worry deputy
I forgot to tell them the bridge is out
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Shake
01:57
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It's on me to work through
The chemicals in us
While you sit idoling by
A trail of venom down your cuss
I keep you locked
You're so much trouble for the free
Soon to be draped in virgin white
The only virgin will be me
Shake till you can't anymore
Shake till you can't anymore
Us alone out on the floor
Oh, she's like a dream
Hazy as she goes
Oh, she's like a dream
Immobile in her throes
Oh, she's like a dream
Thriving on your fears
Oh, she's like a dream
Forgotten when your head clears
Do you want to know how people try
To so easily define gender
Do you want a little tenderness
Or do you want your body tender
You grip so impassionately
Try not to think of you and me
You're like a dog's philosophy
His thought's a lost ability
Shake till you can't anymore
Shake till you can't anymore
Be my victim on the floor
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Tribalism
03:19
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I like you, you're my kind of human
You fit under my description
That's all I need to know to listen
I welcome just a little suggestion
There's a party goin' on
And it's splitting the country in two
The only solution
Is to get a little more tribal (Tribalism!)
Get a little more tribal (Tribalism!)
Get a little more tribal (Tribalism!)
Human? Please! What do they really call you
Sure you care, well that's what they all say
What's your tribe? That's relevant data
With or without I won't give the time of day
There's a party goin' on
And it's splitting the country in two
The only solution
Is to get a little more tribal (Tribalism!)
Get a little more tribal (Tribalism!)
Get a little more tribal (Tribalism!)
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There for Me
10:00
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You'll turn away in sorrow and say
You never saw this coming from me
I had grown too attached to the way
That no matter what we had to agree
Nothing says to me I have to see it
I've gone my life without giving a damn
Awake one morning to false revelations
But take another step and you're in a jam
Sorry love there's
Nothing there for me
I don't want
Somebody there for me
To cheap experiences, I'm not a stranger
I went to church for a number of my years
Sat in back with my eyes glazing over
You never see one like me coming to tears
So perceived from the corner of your eye
Honest irreverance is naturally cold
You gave your compliments long after I decided
I have a face that you scrape off the road
Sorry love there's
Nothing there for me
Don't pretend there's
Something there for me
The freedom of love's a lie
The freedom from love is mine
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Music and experiments by Mikaela Thorn. Punk-inspired, experimental, electric, electronic, trans and queer as hell.
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