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Death by Midnite
03:54
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Talk of the whole town
Left unresolved
Leave it to me to find
The way it dissolves
People murder, can't forgive
They don't know what they think is right
Empower people, give them some
Don't tend to this constant fright
They don't care 'bout you
Believe what you thought
I can't stand to see
They way it falls (apart)
People murder, can't forgive
They don't know what they think is right
Empower people, give them some
Don't tend to this constant fright
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Craisin in the Sun
04:35
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Chastity Hearse
03:15
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Grant me a chastity spell
I've tried to use the belt
Screaming for yellow
'Cause I didn't know how chastity felt
Ruin your circuitry first
Wreck your exterior worst
Bleeding 'cause a 7th grader
Didn't know what surgery's worth
Why must I read every book that comes around
I didn't see what your worth without a crown
Why must I leave the TV on without the sound
Why must I hear every word straight from your mouth
My thoughts are on the next
Subconscious sex with my best friends ex
My brain will haunt itself again
Chastity hearse
To let you see my worst
Waiting for you to say your never gonna treat me like dirt
Capacity burst
To let you see my worth
Are you waiting for me to say I'm never gonna treat you like dirt?
Why must I read every book that comes around
I didn't see what your worth without a crown
Why must I leave the TV on without the sound
Why must I hear every word straight from your mouth
My thoughts are on the next
Subconscious sex with my best friends ex
My brain will haunt itself again
Ooo
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Second Darkest Day
04:20
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Mr. Islam
04:47
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Thoughts of a lonely boy
A lonely kid who doesn't
Care 'bout anything at all
But everything comes once again
You don't see anything
You don't see anything in him
Well who are you to blame
Your fucked up smile, your stupid grin
He thinks about his life
Thinking why there's no meaning yet
But life itself's just fine
I guess if you don't come again
He picks around his brain
Around so that he can forget
The voices in his head
Saying "now Islam try again"
Now Mr. Islam wastes his time by playing games
He can't quite figure out why life just ain't the same
Mr. Islam walks with his hand pressed on his head
He can't figure out why everyone is dead
Biding his time he knows
Won't get him anywhere
He wonders far and long about
Something he thought about last year
But he's just so alone
Depressions got to him
He feels so useless after all
His conscience just feels so dim
Thinking about his life
Thinking why there's no meaning yet
But life itself's just fine
I guess if you don't come again
Picking around his brain
Around so that he can forget
The voices in his head
Saying "now Islam try again"
Now Mr. Islam wastes his time by playing games
He can't quite figure out why life just ain't the same
Mr. Islam walks with his hand pressed on his head
He's tried so hard but now his vision's going red
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