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i am a thief
01:12
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i have accepted that i am a thief i steal from everyone i meet
but i still reject your moral superiority youre just as bad as me
we could steal your step dad's car drive out to the better part of texas
fill the trunk with adderall we could have cocaine for breakfast
but youre too good yeah youre too good yeah youre too good for that
fuck you
i think youre childish too
fuck it i dont care anymore
i got big fucking plans im not there anymore
i got a 20 sided die that lands on 20 every time
i got my phaser set to kill i got my bottle of wine
i am hatred manifested physically
i am a metaphor nothing can kill me
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afraid of police
00:21
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see the cops in public but dont talk to me
you dont know me or own me im not a commodity
roll spliffs get snitched on behave properly
skate switch get busted on private property
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brutalism
00:55
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hot skin cold air im burning up but youre freezing to death over there
purple fog peering in through my window
oh my god ignoring all signs of reality
i dont care i gotta get the fuck out of here
go ahead and and call me weak
for i seek shelter i am meek
brutalist concrete rising up into the starless black sky
unfinished incomplete go ahead and test them these walls are weak
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dysphoria
00:47
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you noticed i got thin
i think you noticed before i did
theres a sickness in my blood and in my brain
and my own flesh is trying to escape
i am hate
i am living dysphoria
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seizure
00:50
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as i awaken horrid sunlight burns my eyes
like a morbid dead spot in the sky i close my blinds
this room is cold hell its warmer outside
i cant believe im still alive i could have died
my body fails me all the colors are wrong
i inhale and i exhale i try to get calm
but i black out hit my head on the ground
i start convulsing on the floor like im fucking spellbound
epilepsy sucks
it fucking sucks
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6. |
ohio river part II
00:43
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the deep blue ocean sky turns white ashy and cold
just like the color of your skin under your clothes
my breath fogs up the air and my flesh is wearing thin
and honey i didnt have very much flesh to begin with
hey hey
train rolling
river running
twin sick hearts pumping blood
winters coming
bust out the vodka
im never gonna sleep again
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Stephanie Marmalade
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donations go into my savings to pay for trans girl medicine and doctors visits :+)
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