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Complacency
01:41
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[Spoken] Pacifism enables fascism fuck off.
Lurking under my bed
I'm a notch on my own post
Not going head to head with my monsters or my ghosts
I’m alright.
I’m alright.
There you go again.
Forgotten stumbling
Rehab for the night before.
Here we go again.
It’s alright.
I’m alright.
Just you and your shitty friend.
I’ll ask you to count the bottles, and you'll lull me to sleep, secrets that I choose to keep, secrets that I no longer wish to keep.
I’m alright.
I’m alright.
Rehab for my nights with you.
Here we go again.
There you are again.
[Spoken] You pacifistic pigs, Nazis have no rights you fucking assholes
No soma.
No quick fix.
No pleasure.
No end.
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CreepShow/Freakshow
01:10
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[This song is very loud and very angry, please be mindful if you have hearing sensitivities]
Oh yes, I see you staring me down. I see you looking around as though you I am not here, is it the ghost
of my absence you fear now, as she screams in that empty bedroom?
Sleeping alone
Sleeping alone
Sleeping alone
Portraits of me taken down or still hung up like regret on the hanger? Something for you to dust off later.
G-d doesn't want me, and neither do you. So I'll be here
Sleeping alone
Sleeping alone
Sleeping alone
I'm not going back home.
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Take me somewhere pretty
where winters don't last 'til April
So I can show my thighs a little fucking more
And he thinks this gives him permission to touch me
And I don't wear them until winter last til April anymore
Wearing dresses in Portland, ignoring the sea of white, because this vacation spot isn't founded on
racism unless we say so, right?
I'm sorry is my dress too tight?
At shows men will keep their hands to their selves, until I go up after the show to buy myself a drink with
sweat on my brow, oh shit, I'm cornered, what to do?
Show him my drink band,
Tell 'em not to worry because he's just like my father when he drinks-I've got this.
I've got this.
I'm sorry, is my dress too tight?
[adlib with my drummer and guitarist here]
Maybe, just fucking maybe I'll be something I always wanted to be. The center of attention, of both appeal
and fucking intimidation.
But however the story ends,
Basement shows, coffee and Vegan food as opposite to drugs. When what you have is a vacant space.
you fill it with noise.
I'm sick of these fucking boys, boys, boys...
I'm sorry is my dress too tight?
I'm sorry is my dress too tight?
It just might be,a little too fucking tight.
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Narcan
02:04
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Oh can I stay a while while you're in the clear?
Nothing's too heavy when your head's out here
Floating around a surreal night
A city so quiet it doesn't feel right
You call me a mess, but baby, we're so clean
Ain't nothing like the shit we've seen
A wreck of forgotten photographs and threaded relics bursting at the seams
And you say she's like chocolate
And I'm your novacane
And we're back to where we started, boy.
A city so quiet it doesn't feel right
So I'm with her instead of you tonight
You got that powdered sugar
Your chocolate
Your novacane
Can I stay a while while you're in the clear?
Nothing's too heavy when your head's out here.
Oh no, no no.
Nothing's too heavy when your head's out here.
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Sh3ba Minneapolis, Minnesota
Old punkers, new style.
Demo was recorded by Sam Stahlmann at the HiWatt House.
EP: Photography and recording done at Cloverleaf Audio
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