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Temporarily Down
04:08
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Half-open coat; Mutilated fingers
If you saw him beat her head with hammer would you take your cock out like a gun, or let
the image feature in “Celebrity Deaths – The Movie”?
Yes.
I touch it now, the perfect inside story
Yes.
Made up of silk more shallow than a real caress:
Corporate entities columbusing the air that we breathe;
Whatever happened to interconnectivities?
People say that I go too fast
They think that I should go much slower
I guess that I could try, but I prefer it supersonic
Your smile’s so boring I wish that I could cut it up to pieces of flesh and photoshop it ‘til I get a clear reaction
The next neural attraction: detritus on the front pages and 9gag would go wack, and….
Don’t hurt me; Stuck beside your recollections…
Even if I knew don’t mind me….try to find me!
Interplanetary, nothing else
And I never laughed so hard than when you said the only reason to existence was escaping from the sun…
People say that I go too fast
They think that I should go much slower
I guess that I could try, but I prefer it supersonic
( -> Youtube scavenger search on Saturday evening
-> “Unfortunately the page you requested is temporarily down”)
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(Röka gräs/Smoking weed, don’t do drugs kids)
You’ve got an engine that is running on frozen life
You’ve got a front door that is locked from the inside out
Carry a shotgun everytime when you go outside
Paint smiley faces to your face when you go outside
They thought police don’t need to work when there’ volunteers
Obedience already insured by our man-made fears:
I know a place where all our unicorns congregate;
I know a place where all our psychopaths operate!
I am an antichrist;
You are a TV screen: I am a magazine
You can’t touch me
You can’t touch me
I am made of glue
I will stick to you!
You can’t touch me
You can’t touch me
I am made of glue
I will stick to you!
All of the trees go back to sleep when they sleep with you
All of your children run and hide when you’re passing by
Past countless windows, past the church, past the bathroom stalls
Past countless mirrors, Viktor’s place, past the shopping mall
And he fucks her and she fucks him and they fuck everyone
And he fucks him and she fucks her and they fuck everyone
Don’t let them fuck with you, or they’ll put you away
Don’t let them fuck with you, or they’ll put you away
I am an antichrist;
You are a TV screen, I am a magazine of radioactive fibres
Whiplash
Mutilated bodies on streetwalks
Hashtag
But you can’t touch me
You can’t touch me
You can’t touch me
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Sanotizer
03:40
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Peanut butter jelly face, tuberculosis stomach:
You’ll be my insect and I’ll be your 50 cent prostitute
Vomits her out of herself like Shrek memes drinking 9th grade juice
Cars look confused: Their screaming at me, spamming on my newsfeed
John makes always silly faces every time he smokes weed
Got a bunch of jpegs of him sowing metaphoric seeds
High scores and dead babies kinda make him look like Jimmy Reid,
Except he isn’t Jimmy Reid;
He’s just a magazine on fire
Can you feel like red light district tires?
I am overhead
I am false incisor
Can you feel like Wall Street appetizer?
I’m your sanitizer
Encrypted freedom
Double implosion
She said she’d never, but now there’re swastikas on subway stations
Too much Siberian tiger
Encrypted information
Way too much user friendly content on the radio stations
DO YOU DIG UP DEAD POETS AND HAVE SEX WITH THEIR BODIES?
And with the stars obtrusive
I saw some rich kids go downtown ingesting nitric fluids
Get high on nitric fluids
Guess hallucinogens don’t work if you’ve got jobs
Can you feel like red light district tires?
I am overhead
I am false incisor
Can you feel like Wall Street appetizer?
I’m your sanitizer
I’m your sanitizer
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The Show Is Over
03:25
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(The childish ramblings of a 14-year old in heat, collected years later)
It’s time to leave myself now
I know how it will end when
The curtains all come down and the main director says that “the show is over”
“The show is over now”
Over her shoulder, the actors take their last bows…
It’s time to change my name now and hope that they won’t find me
And once again confine me to who I’m supposed to be
The iron lampposts
The iron lampposts stay still until it’s over and all their lights are killed
And when we’re older, will we all become our original sinners?
If it’s so cold outside, wear your camouflage until its warmer
I’ll plug myself in ‘til I can’t feel the changes
The meat machine is grinding on: 2014, know who you’re fucking with!
(Know who you’re fucking with)
It’s time to leave this place now and not look back in anger at what I could’ve done right
and why I got it all wrong
An indecision would crawl up on my back and make my feet cold, getting my mind distracted
The show is over
The show is over now
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