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Crackers
01:57
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When I was fourteen I saw death on a soda cracker
and a pear tree
Many careerist fucks surrounded me
demanding my free time, and like a fool I gave it to them! (He he)
And the Blood was seepin'
from a triple basement apartment
bathtub chest wound
canoe-head motherfucker!
I saw guts twisted all around
merry-go-round
American fair ground... (Ha Ha)
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I am Disgusted
01:29
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I am rich
You don't even know my name
I inhabit
Every fold in your brain
(...and you're insane!)
I am disgusted
By the human race
I think its time
Someone put us in our place
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Tortured Womb Amherst, Nova Scotia
Misanthropic post-incel gothic
Neo-Scotland.
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