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The Machine
00:50
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Oh, we found the machine
Let's pull a few levers, let's pull a few strings
Oh, out come words, but what do they mean?
Let's listen closely, we might find meaning
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Party Please (Part 0)
01:19
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D C G
My room is always a mess
Can we go somewhere else instead?
I think it scared off a few friends
And potential relationships
C G D G
D C G
So give me something fulfilling
The parties that you said to me
Where I just wanna get so deep
Just invite me to something
I just need you to invite me
Really that, I think, is all I need
D C G
D C Em D
I wanna have friends that last more than a day
I need to feel included, I need a safe space
All these people act so differently
But I always find a way to be afraid
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3. |
Oh No
02:40
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It feels like
So often
We degrade our identity to jokes
"I'm shopping for a friend"
"I lost a bet"
It took me years to figure out and try to push what I feel like I am
I'm apparently confused I have no clue what I am, it's all pretend
It's for attention I guess
Don't want to let you pick my therapist
We're witnesses to some of the worst reactionary movements
This year was the worst
Normalizing certain words
And their unrelated correlation to our self worth oh no
Keep the older folks thinking
That you're the same kid forever
Everyone else gets to change and evolve
In a family of openness your involvement is never
It takes years to get over the shame
To so many different people you're so many different things
You're just trying to figure out exactly what
being yourself means
How disrespectful can acknowledging your identity really be?
It's for attention I guess
Don't want to let you pick my therapist
We're witnesses to some of the worst reactionary movements
This year was the worst
Normalizing certain words
And their unrelated correlation to our self worth oh no
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Bury My Lungs
02:36
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It's simple
Be what we like
Not what we know
Be a walking corpse
Wear your skin from middle school
It's simple
Be what we remember
Cause you never change
It's nothing
I say before I scream into the dryer like I'm fucking insane
I drain my blood
Keeping the love
Keep it all bundled up
Bury my lungs
It's awful
I'll be what you like
And not what you don't know
Be a walking corpse
Wear my skin from years ago
It kills me
To pretend to be anything you remember
Invisible now, but I'm draining my blood and my lungs slowly forever
I drain my blood
Keeping the love
G D C
Keep it all bundled up
Bury my lungs
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Skinny Dipping
02:05
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I ate myself into a body I hated
I doubled down and tried to embrace it
It would work out if my opinion fluctuated a lot less
Getting recommended interesting therapies
All the costs make them sound less interesting
But I've saved up a lot of money
I can spend a little pile of money
I'm susceptible to targeted marketing
And I'll swallow what you give me
I'll try about anything
I'll take off my clothes
And I'll go skinny dipping
I'll take off my clothes
And I'll go skinny dipping
I'll take off my clothes
And I'll go skinny dipping
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Light Show
00:23
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Every single tear drop, every single one I lost
When I sent you a message, being honest felt so wrong
When you boiled it all down
I felt the final cord disconnect
I can't confide in you anymore
I can't confide in you anymore
Asking me why like I can answer
I've come to find all my errors
Well after they've become clockwork
Well after they're second nature
I can't confide in you anymore
I can't confide in you anymore
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Automation
01:20
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Ripping my face apart off right next to pretty people
Everything feels like machines
I've got a spare brain lodged in my temple
It's locked behind thousands of keys
Everything is automatic
Automatically attractive
Automatically reactive
Out of my control
Everything is automatic
Automatically distracting
Automatic frequent habits
A shoddy staircase of colored tablets
Might pull me out of hardwiring my mouths
Hardwiring my doubts
Looking for an out
Ripping my face apart off right next to pretty people
Everything feels like machines
I've got a spare brain lodged in my temple
It's locked behind thousands of keys
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Party Please
01:06
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D C G
I miss a friend I hardly met
I'd like to meet him again
I'd like to know him in depth
Walking outside, and he's in my breath
C G D G
D C G
So invite me to a party please
Or something that could get to me
I just wanna get so deep
So invite me to a party
All I need's an invitation
Really that, I think, is all I need
D C G
D C Em D
I wanna blend in and get microwaved
I need obliteration I need crazy games
All these cute guys and girls in one place
But I just need someone taller than me
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To Care
01:38
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When somethings clearly unfair
But I'm conditioned to hardly care
I know so little that I'm scared to care
What can I do to help
Everyone out there
When every input feels unimpactful
Against an army of people who don't care
So unrelatable
To them it's so simple
And if we don't conform to simplistic solutions
We're hatable
And blamable
When somethings clearly unfair
But I'm conditioned to hardly care
I know so little that I'm scared to care
What can I do to help
Everyone out there
When every input feels unimpactful
Against an army of people who don't care
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I wanna be placed under a microscope
And told the things I can't find out on my own
Why did I freeze when I saw you?
What does my face say to you?
I need an expert
To tell me I'm a failure
Rip open my ribcage, analyze the nature
The things that they say have value
What does my face say to you?
Poke and prod at the weights
Pulling clouds out of space
There's a pulse they can track inside my cords
There's something in there
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A Friend I Hardly Met
04:27
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Feel like a third wheel
No matter my placement, my words, or my skills
Since the start, started songs with I want
Four years, and wanting still
When I get to party I will surely have my fill
In let's call it five minutes, I'll be corner-bound until the party ends
Roan left, I just wanted to share my edibles with him
I wanted to get high, solidify a new best friend
But that ship sailed, all I got was depression
Didn't think it'd affect me that much, but I guess it did
Building an idol in my head
Of the perfect friend
When he left, he said "I hate it here"
Maybe I'll forget that in four years
i feel like i can't do anything anymore
i struggled so hard even learning to drive
i don't feel ready for anything
i don't know why i do anything anymore i just do things absentmindedly
i can barely remember anything i do or anything that happens
every little things terrifies me to the point where i feel paralyzed like i'm too scared to even try
i feel like a disappointment to everyone i know and love
im really sorry
i was so happy for a while and things were working out fine
i don't know what happened
besides having to stop taking that medicine
i don't know what's happening
i feel awful just texting you because i want to cry and i feel bad for wanting to in the first place
i don't know what to do
i feel like i'm trying my hardest but at the same time i feel like i'm not at all
i feel like everybody wants me to be something i'm not
i don't feel like i've evolved in any way since early middle school
i'm trying as hard as i can to just be happy at all
i feel almost destined to just lose
sometimes i feel like screaming and sometimes i feel like bashing my head against the wall when it all just gets to be too much
when i can't even pretend to be happy anymore
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13. |
Bottomless Pit
02:16
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Into the machine
Inside the machine
Inside the machine
We lose a few things
Built atop atop atop atop
Crumble underneath then built over
Then built atop atop atop atop
Till nobody knows what they're running over
Into the machine
Inside the machine
Inside the machine
We lose a few things
Never stop, nonstop, it can't be stopped
The weight of all the bolts and screws that dropped
Repairing the inside of inside of inside's to live
And buy perfectly coordinated gifts
Into the machine
Inside the machine
Inside the machine
We lose a few things
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