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So yeah,
Thought ya might like to
Go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
Is this not what you expected to find?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise
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My Prayer
02:33
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Years ago
My father asking god for a son to hold
And someday overgrow him
Now time has passed
Opulence
Came burgeoning with ladies
Lame men, lame men
Oh, God
Please rectify this birth of mine
And oh, God
Please justify this offensive presence
Oh, god
Please do more right by those who want me gone
Yahweh here this plea
The church will persecute me for my ways
Cross me off your good book
And all these lovers torment me
It must be punishments for my bad ways
Let me proceed straightly
And oh, God
Please cut whatever sickness has me down
Oh, god
Please save me from these depths and putrid smells
And oh, God
Please do more right by those who see the light
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Family (Sin)
02:54
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One great daughter to love
One great son-in-law
One great wife to hate
One great son to beat
One great Allah love
Family from God above
One great Faggot Son
One Damien full of sin
(We know you love your God)
(Your family loves your God)
(You know he hates the fags)
(One Damien full of sin)
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Mommy & Daddy
02:11
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Mommy and my daddy never liked a lot of things
And, well, they never liked me
I found myself a bottle in the cabinet
I swallowed and was finally free
I never knew enough to know the bottle was the curse of my entire family
(And well I guess they never would if I tried)
(And if I swallowed quite enough then I'd die)
(It's in our blood)
(And well I guess they never would if I tried)
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Pickup Truck
02:54
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Heavy-setted male
Looking for some tail
Looking for a young boy
Male in search of male
He pulls up in his truck
Plenty big enough
Pretty ironic size
For an underwhelming fuck
He walks me through the back porch
Sneaking through the back door
Sneaking in the window
Feeling like a whore
He let's me set the boundaries
Let's me when I want to leave
Early morning smoke break
And crying when he leaves
I never knew his name
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Usually fathers never love their fathers for abusers
Only words i ever got were "Go back there and fucking do it"
Usually fathers keep their sons from death not lead them to it
Drunk in love with the idea that his son might fucking do it
"Go back there and do it"
Usually love is not an offer but a sacred sign of being
Usually death is not a threat levied against your fellow family
"Go back there and do it"
Usually nearing death you get a sweet word of bereavement
"Go back there and do it"
Normally fathers are not swine, deserve to die, just like you're doing
"Go back there and do it"
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