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The first one died in a dreamlike fist fight
I was seven
The streets were bloody
Another one died his liver popped like a balloon
I was drunk too
Our lives were blurry
I got your blood-stained letters
Why? Why?
You know I'm terrified of candles
I'm not going to your séance
I'm not going to your séance
I don't need any more dead friends
And there was that girlfriend, that got hit by a meteorite
I was heartbroken
I smashed my telescope
Why? Why?
I'll always blame the atmosphere
I'll always hate the unforgiving stars
I'm not going to your séance
I'm not going to your séance
I don't need any more dead friends
When I called for an ambulance, they sent a garbage truck
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Word Machine
04:29
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Why does his word machine speak a cruel language?
Every number, every letter feels so dangerous
I am powerless against this stranger's voice
Can you make us imaginary?
Can you make us imaginary?
Please invent us in someone else's psyche
Where is the button to delete these static feelings?
Your teardrops are flooding every hospital in Boston
And I'm tired of trying to swim towards the sun
Can you repair our circuitry?
Can you repair our circuitry?
Please rewire us for wild currents of beauty
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I Am Blacking Out
02:59
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I am blacking out
I am selling out
I live a tacky life
I give fake flowers to my wife
And I want my face on that billboard
I want a smile you can't afford
And I want eyes like a wasteland
I like my body as a drugstore
I am cashing out
I have an expensive mouth
My teeth are stolen
I give watering cans to my children
And I want my face on that billboard
I want a smile you can't afford
And I want eyes like a wasteland
I like my body as a drugstore
And I want them to know, their parents are wilting
I want them to know, their parents are wilting
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I'm obsessed with their internet videos
I want to know who's wearing the creepy masks
I want to know who's writing the soundtracks
I confessed to what happened in Chicago
I want to know who's enjoying my flashbacks
I want to know who's playing the laugh track
Every upload has a toy I owned as a kid
And every ad that's sold, is keeping me sick
I love their costumes
But their bodies tell a familiar story
But their bodies tell a familiar story
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Blood On the Computer
03:57
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What happened here?
Cracks in the computer
Blood on the calculator
This was not an accident
And here come the flies
I feel him here
Spit on the fax machine
D.N.A of wide-eyed dreams
Who am I trying to invent?
And here come the flies
Someone has been
Someone has been
Someone has been de-programmed
And their archives
And their past lives have been returned
And here come the flies
I believe in him
I believe in what he writes
But I look horrible under these fluorescent lights
Someone has been
Someone has been
Someone has been de-programmed
And their archives
And their past lives have been returned
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Mom is With the Crystals
03:10
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I want to find you attractive
But your parents are thieves
I find it addictive
And the cheapest way to grieve
What do I taste like?
What do I feel like?
How do I look through the pollution of your breath?
Your love is too possessive
You're an insect that feeds
I find you aggressive
But the bite marks never bleed
What do I taste like?
What do I feel like?
How do I look through the amusement of my stress?
I see you as a crisis actor
In the starring role of my disaster
What does he taste like?
What does he feel like?
What will you do, to stage my fucking death?
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A Good-Looking Ghost
02:43
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This is not the death that I wanted
But it's the death that I got
The bleeding started around Christmas
And I was dead by March
I tried to find God
I wrote the New York Times
I drank my friend's blood for the headlines
I'll make a good-looking ghost
This is not the death I wanted
But it's the death that I got
The bleeding started around Christmas
And I was dead by March
I picked out my ghost
I wrote Thank You cards
I want Central Park to be my graveyard
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Dosage
04:39
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Look at that women in the white coat and the black pants
I think her skull is splitting open
See the black clouds forming around her
See the paper airplanes flying in and out of her
I ask the nurse
Is 20 milligrams enough?
It doesn't feel like the right dosage
Now there's a head with white hair and green eyes
I think a new woman is forming
See the brushstrokes outlining her figure
See the paintbrush reproducing my fake mother
I'm feeling worse
Is 20 milligrams enough?
It doesn't feel like the right dosage
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Hijack a Star
02:48
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There's an ocean of words at the bottom of your throat
We're going to build a makeshift boat
We're going to explore the waters of you
There's a universe swirling in your eyes
We're going to hijack a star
We're going to orbit around the planet of you
There's a roadmap printed on your hands
We're going to steal a car
We're going to drive around secret cities for you
And I promise, we're gonna find you
And I promise, we're gonna find you
And I promise, we're gonna find you
And I promise, we're gonna find you
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Psychic Graveyard San Diego, California
Psychic Graveyard is Eric Paul, Paul Vieira, Charles Ovett, and Nathan Joyner.
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