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Perfect
I am Little miss princess Little miss punk rock
I’ve been here for days Could I please stay forever?
I don’ t have to be here Laced in my confusion fishnets and cut up dreams
Strayed thoughts that digress I hope you’re all impressed
I hope you all go to hell perfect like a queen
displayed on a magazine covered rose petals
My imperfections on display persecution trial and error
the centrepiece at my wedding day a burning cross with a burning me
The stains one my pretty dress A display of masochism
and all of my other bodies 1 2 3 and go to hell
They try to love me, try to leave me
Try to break me, cause I’m small
Try to take me, try to tease me
Well, fuck you all
I’m Little miss princess little miss punk rock
I’ve been here for days could I please stay forever?
I’ll leave when I say
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Jerk
04:22
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Jerk
My stomachs aching, I feel bad
I’ll leave cause I have to soon
Break the silence with a look
Can I please sleep in your room?
Insomniac and paranoid
I love the way you think
A pretty dress as you suggest
I should love me too
The colors get so grey at night
I never thought used to
Staggered my way through this fight
I never thought I'd have to
The walk home, the lonely one
I swear I’m not the only one
Washed up on the shore
On the wrong side of the ocean
(Chorus)
Arsehole
I feel like such a jerk
Step aside my lonely life
I don’t think this will work
I’m toxic
I’m Sorry
I did the best I could
But not the best I should
Is this real? For goodness sake are
Should we never not be taking
The killing fields grass is greener
Only for the victors side
I knew that they should have tried
I knew that they should have tried
Black eye bloodied lip
But it’s my mind that keeps me sick
(Chorus)
Arsehole
I feel like such a jerk
Step aside my lonely life
I don’t think this will work
I’m toxic
I’m Sorry
I did the best I could
But not the best I should
Figure of speech
A metaphor
To stop the metaphorical meteor
A scumbag a jerk
A life with hurt
I'm the only one I'm thinking of
I’m lost in conversation
Whilst trying not to cry
I hope for both of us to get out alive
I miss you
Possibly love
You’re the only one I’m thinking of/Despite all my better judgment
(Chorus)
Arsehole
I feel like such a jerk
Step aside my lonely life
I don’t think this will work
I’m toxic
I’m Sorry
I did the best I could
But I’m just not that good
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Pot glasses thrown across the country
Pot glasses thrown across the country
Built on my negativity
Streets smell of teenage remorse
12 years old and taught to riot
What it means is the future’s parents
Lose the faith in this vicious cycle
So they should but they don’t learn
That the stench of tires burning
Is the smell of a self-loathing nightmare?
No one in this picture’s happy
And the outcast on the sidelines
Quotes, quotes from an Orwell novel
One by one they’re sinking slowly
The markets booming to the tune
Of an overrated system that they rejoice
As the finest that there is
…my god
The alcohol's been flavored
As bitter turns to sweet
Children decapitated
In broad daylight on the streets
Sexism celebrated
Like 1943
What have we created?
I’ve got to flea this town
Pot glasses thrown across the country
The scotch goes down like soft drink
To the kids that have been abused
Post apocalyptic
Mob mentality
Where the violence flows like water
Gardening my state
State of mind with boredom
And suicide's not uncommon
Pot glasses thrown across the country
Broken jaws and blackened eyes
Faces I hate but recognize
Child-like teaching children
And no one lasts the lifetime
Frustration no one can save
Macho bullshit stupid culture
Brought me here to be saved
40 something lifeless vultures
Pot glasses thrown across the country
We’re breeding stupid killers
While feeding this remorse
This shit still goes deeper
Then they’re willing to be taught
The artistically creative
Exposed and beaten down
It’s not that uncommon
So we’re breeding well-worded suicide notes
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Untitled
00:10
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Untitled
We all walk through hell alone
So choose your shoes and distractions wisely
But If you wanted a war
…You should have just asked politely
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Coward
04:20
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Coward
We’ll live like we are kings
Living on murder and sin
When the painkillers wear thin
We’ll stop saying we win
They didn’t fight
We watched them lay and die
No one we could trust
Science can’t even save us
I wore a crown of gold
With lives that I had sold
Tattooed to my heart
But the joke never got old
They protest and march
But my conscience had died
In a war that I had started
But never did I fight
Two meals a day, a packet of cigarette ash, 4 grams of weed, A death sentence to last a lifetime
I hope that it is hopeless, therefore I’d be free, I look him in his eyes and shoot him in his knees, The cunts got his cocked and loaded and I pray that he shoots first to dignify the pain I’ll justify the hurt
And I know your threats weren’t empty
and you’d finish what you start
But if you want to break me
It’s really not that hard
We shouldn’t fight
For two meals a day
And the girl that I love
And the life I choose
The math may not add up
For everyone in life
But still I’ll fucking march
For what I think is right
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Painkillers
03:32
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Painkillers
I can’t believe we made it out alive
But the next step is as dark as the last five
I heard the sirens coming through the break in conversation
I won’t go quiet but I’ll try and let
you finish what you were saying
The blood drains through the cut
That I put into my chest
I put salt in my wounds
For the sake of it
To I say that I still love you?
and probably always would
The paramedics did their best
Though it wasn’t any good
Growth spurt stunted whilst my heart beating off kilter
The race I run plays a part of a broken childs fear
Buried alive whilst gnawing off my limbs
Parasites find my flesh as a feast for a king
The blood drains through the cut
That I put into my chest
I put salt in my wounds
For the sake of it
And to say that I still love you
Would only be a guess
Everyone’s around me
But no one seems impressed
I can’t believe we made it out alive
But the next step is as dark as the last five
I heard the sirens coming through the break in conversation
I won’t go quiet but I’ll try and let you
finish what you were saying
The blood drains through the cut
That I put into my chest
I put salt in my wounds or the sake of it
And to say that I still love you
Would only be a guess
Everyone’s around me
But no one seems impressed
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Yoga-Nidra
02:18
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Yoga-Nidra
Stepping out, the sun is crowning
Roundabout, her eyes are frowning
Dressing down to face the day breathing makes it all ok
Awareness from my head to toes open palms could save my soul
Stepping out, the wind is freezing
Roundabout, her mind is easing
On a rainy day took up the fight new ideas have come to light
Restriction lifting from my hands visualizing endless sands
When I wake up
I'm gonna shake up
I'm gonna walk out
I'm gonna break out
Gonna take it all and say see ya
Don't need ya, Yoga nidra
When I wake up
I'm gonna shake up
I'm gonna walk out
I'm gonna break out
Gonna take it all and say see ya
Don't need ya, Yoga nidra
When I wake up
I'm gonna shake up
I'm gonna walk out
I'm gonna break out
Gonna take it all and say see ya
Don't need ya, Yoga nidra
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It will Only Hurt like Hell
They told me I was different
The pedestal was mean
Christian people walking past this suicide machine
I didn’t know what they meant
I dragged my name through the mud crossing
borders making headlines Whilst never fitting in
Lifeless, My body is a capsule
Timeless, My body’s caving in
Waiting, At the station
One where, The train will never pass
Dreaming, Of a moment
Wishing I was someone else, But I’m just not that happy
Creative Thinker, Stupid, Ugly bloody drinker
A list of my shortcomings in
hopes that someone notices
Without me being needed, to explain these bitter flaws jaded are these walls hidden by punk rock posters,Love is a torment for something
to miss later
Love you, I hate, That I, Love you
Ahh
They gave me anaesthetic, So it would only hurt like hell
Trust me, You should never trust me
Just leave, never turn around…Never say goodbye…I will only hurt you…
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Empathetic Sarcasm
04:16
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Empathetic Sarcasm
I don’t think it matters, I don’t think it counts
Are you sure that we can, But are we allowed
To cross the borders, don’t draw me the line
Don’t give me your guidelines just let me assume
That it’s OK to say what I say
When you’re offended just go away
And if I’m alone at the end of the day
I don’t think I will be but Maybe I'll change
Sexist but anti-social
Dancing in the rain
Please just come please come over
I don’t know what to say
I don’t think it matters I don’t think it counts
I’m nihilistic but don’t think I’m proud
I spoke to the devil he said God ain’t that bad
Then showed me a tattoo of his favorite saint
I’ll scream in anguish, when you scream in pain
Empathetic sarcasm, self-indulgent sayings
Don’t think I can’t, Just cause I won’t
Throw the first punch, I’ll pray that you don’t
Sexist but anti-social
Dancing in the rain
Please just come please come over
I don’t know what to say
Can I clean my tongue with yours
Could we please switch saliva
We’ll lick each others standard scars
Until I feel alive yeah
Break these bones to
break this routine we need a softer landing
Kiss this lip to sip this drip
But maybe it’s not ok
Sexist but anti-social
Dancing in the rain
Please just come please come over
I don’t know what to say
Sexist but anti-social
Dancing in the rain
Please just come please come over
I don’t know what to say
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Selfish
02:02
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Selfish
It’s not Ok
It’s not Ok
It’s not Ok
…To me
Let me tell you
Let me say
Let tell you
…It’s not Ok
You’re not making sense
You’re not making sense
You’re not making sense
…To me
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Discomfort
03:59
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Discomfort
Class act, senile, Suicide radio
Flip phone breakdown, broken home
Hair cut mishap lap dance childhood
Bury the hatchet with bloodlust smile
Class act stupid favorite child
Boredom, Wisdom lost his style
Love him hate him beat him down
Senile cynical typical witch hunt
I found comfort in discomfort again
Class act senile suicide radio
Flip phone breakdown broken home
Haircut mishap lap dance childhood
Bury the hatchet with bloodlust smile
Aging again low life pot head
Record label hand feeds doubt
Broken man from a broken home
Self-destructive liar truth be told
I found comfort in discomfort again
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Ashtray in the Corner
03:12
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Ashtray in the Corner
The magic has now worn off and we must find a way
So the riot won’t run rampant and I spin off on a tangent
And kill everyone in site with the words that I abuse
I better hide away with the alcohol I use
Now the storm is faded I know it’s not OK
Maybe never will be was it worth it after all
A total disillusionment of an image of myself
I better hide away as I walk straight off this shelf
And comfort myself with
An undeserving self-esteem
And I never meant to
Be so fucking mean
I cringe in my self-loathing
With every tear I spew
Until my throat starts bleeding
I wish I could sleep
A total disillusionment
Of an image of myself
I better hide away
As I walk straight through this hell
And comfort myself with
An undeserving self-esteem
And I never meant to
Be so fucking mean
(An ashtray in corner, I don’t even smoke)
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Anxiety
03:52
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Anxiety
I don’t want to like it
I don’t want to be
The static in my head
That serenades me
I don’t want to like it
I don’t want to stay
Everyone around
Just go away
I don’t want to be here
Numbing out my senses
Confusion takes control
When all I want is answers
I don’t want to like it
I don’t want to be
The static in my head
That serenades me
I don’t want to like it
I don’t want to stay
Everyone around
Just go away
I don’t want to be here
Numbing out my senses
Confusion takes control
When all I want is answers
Locked up in this room
Doctor told me to
Leave this place real soon
You’re on the verge of self-destruction
Strapped down to this bed
Thoughts flood through my head
Face down in this pillow
But please don’t fucking touch me
I don’t want to be here
Numbing out my senses
Confusion takes control
When all I want is answers
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Poison Fish is a Grunge/Punk/Noise band from Melbourne that formed in 2010
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