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Love Letters to Satan
00:58
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Hey Punk, Lose the Funk!
02:02
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hey punk, lose the funk
what's with that jacket?
take it off or you'll end up in a casket
hey punk, lose the funk
polish the sound, pick me up
here i stand, nice and clean
pointing my finger, cause you're a freak
something is growing and it ain't pride
smashing my cheeks against the mat
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3. |
Keep Simpin'
02:38
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fill my heart with fakened love
keep my wallet empty and cold
send shivers to my spine with your digital touch
im gonna love you every day and night
you're my wallpaper on this shitty mac
it's a desease and the cure just can't be found
i'll keep simpin' till my brain collapse
i'll keep simpin' cause what else can be done?
i'll keep simpin' till my braincells die
i'll keep simpin' cause im sick of crying
sticks and stones may break my bones
fill my head with dirty thoughts
it's a curse that surfers won't destroy
turn off the lights, my room's a mess
empty cans and too much deodorant
i am a menace to my daddy's minimum wage
i'll keep simpin' till my brain collapse
i'll keep simpin' cause what else can be done?
i'll keep simpin' till my braincells die
i'll keep simpin' cause im sick of crying
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4. |
Class of 2020
02:46
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holy class of 2020
sitting back at their fancy homes
looking back it was so funny
cause they couldn't leave their houses at all
sure it's fun to waste your time
doing nothing but existing
sure it's fun to leave your friends behind
cause the world is ending
holy class of 2020
with their eyes locked on the screen
they can't help but thinking that they
will not last past 17
sure it's fun to waste your time
keeping everyone exhausted
sure its fun to leave your friends behind
cause the world is rotting
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5. |
Handful of Rockets
02:39
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got a handful of rockets stuck in the sand
beating 'round the collar
hear my voice reactivated along with the sound
yeah we need some dollars
panavision feeds my vision
of empty adolescents keeping their hands were they shouldn't
panavision keeps my heart beating true
sticking true to the trauma
and there's no such sonic sound
to make your ears warm up
yeah there's no such sonic sound
got a pair of sunglasses to make me look cool
i need 'em cause i suck bad
besties never cant decide which clothes they should wear
cause they all suck anyway
tiger r zone dreams all red and black
i think i'm having a heart attack
panavision feed my vision of love
yeah still true to the trauma
and there's no such sonic sound
to make your ears bleed out
yeah there's no such sonic sound
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Cursed Surfer
02:15
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we got three different pair of eyes
our skin is ugly like a curse
when i feel tired i go to sleep
and i'm a stranger in my dreams
i'm a humanoid from outter space
i've got a big green head and a fancy ship
travelin' through the galaxy, i landed on earth
and my ship is broken, the engine is dead
from outter space
from outter space
i come from outter space
they thought they hit a dog at least
this ain't no movie called e.t
they saw my body coming out
i ate until their insides rotted
this planet is awesome, the air is so fresh
the trees are green and the water is clear
but something anoys me, and that is your face
i think i wanna blow it with my laser ray
my laser ray
my laser ray
yeah, with my laser ray
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Stylish Spit Argentina
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