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PHIST
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PHIST
I got into this not to be a part of but to be apart from of all of this nonsense. I never wanted some shallow sense of belonging, only to be separate. You can keep your dog and pony fashion show and I’ll keep my PHIST close to my heart. Weed out the fake and weak. Passion, honor, integrity, strength and truth is what this has always meant to me. For you, it’s a phase and you won’t remain so I’m against the grain of everything you are. I’ll be right here long after your status quo is out of vogue. Just blow with the wind on to the next trend while we keep on keeping it real.
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Boss Battle Background Music
I know that this is just the tip of the iceberg but at least I’m doing everything I can. Dousing what’s visible with every household product I can find with ‘flammable’ on the label. I keep warm by this consuming flame, in these ashes I hold dear. I will laugh as it burns until nothing remains, praise what you fear. Nothing is whole and nothing is broken. Toe tag prayer position power precious guest list with a death wish. When reason has failed, force will prevail. You lay desecrated while I stand firm in what I’ve always held sacred. I tore down the stars from the sky and used their debris as confetti. Open fire on closed minds and cease fire on open hearts.
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A Little Extra For A Little Extra
The air is polluted by your presence. The taste I once cherished now asphyxiates. Wind escaped me and collapsed my lungs on its way out. Gravity took a special interest in my heart, dragging it down deep into my stomach where it struggled still in spite to beat. No more treasuring this torture, I won’t be tethered to this torment. Well I reckon hell has frozen over. Lemme know when you get there. My dearest of deceivers, you’ve damned yourself for good this time. “A bit worse for lack of use.” Without pride, without shame as you speak to me of sketch and shade. I’m forgiven for being rushed. It’s my gift for having put up with enough. Fare ill far away from me. You made this bed to lie in. You dug this grave to die in. I’m so sorry that it’s too late but I can’t regret a choice that wasn’t mine to make. You sell yourself and live your lies. You sowed the seeds of angst and strife and you shall reap them in kind.
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Island Nation
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Island Nation
Sever the tongue of silver with a dagger of steel. Lose your voice as you've lost your mind and heart in all things of worth. Just a bleating lamb with the facade of a fierce wolf. No more speaking bold words absent any purpose as you run a rat race in a hamster wheel. You're obsessed with your reflection. You're possessed by your possessions. The tide can't be delayed by grains of sand. Spare me your excuses. Spare me your alibis. Only results matter to me. I will bend over backwards until my spine snaps. Your indifference is my outrage. Lift not a finger for me, lift it for those who are in need.
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Look Who’s Stalking
I laid down my cards face up on the table. The ace in the hole was not up my sleeve. I called your bluff and you folded. Every dog has its day and every cloud has a silver lining. Where’s there’s smoke, theres fire and where there’s muck, there’s money. You’re on your last leg with one foot in the grave. Dragged from your bed by a rope into the layman's parade. You played your first hand with no plan and didn't care if it was shit. Dont try to wave a gun that’s got nothing in its clip. You've barely stirred the pot and you think you've earned the right of God? Wait till the boats on fire before jumping ship. Now the captain's got no excuse when the noose's at his neck. We can be our own masters if we can stop being our worst enemies. Nothing will ever be to able to stop us if we can get out of our own way.
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Of Smoke And Sweat
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Of Smoke And Sweat
After the sun exploded and the nova engulfed us, I was energized, though incineration was not only expected but preferred at the time. And oh how it’s dying light shined through the brainwashed burden of a bad investment. I saw it and I know you did too. No worse for wear, still alive and kicking. Took a licking and kept on ticking. Let’s fly away and leave this all behind. Let’s fly away and things will be alright. We go through what we can’t get over. We go through but we can’t get over.
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Don't Mind If Do
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Don’t Mind If I Do
Insecure narcissist without a single shred of honor. You think you're golden but you ain't worth your own weight in copper.
You'll rue the day you said my name in vain. So eager to spread filth for its your only asset. It would be depressing if it wasn't so hilarious. Your pathetic pleas for validation are the only things about you we will recall. I hope our laughter makes you shatter. The bridge I'm burning is the same one you should be jumping off of and may your hubris propel the plunge on your way down. You are unfit to exist. No quarter given, no mercy shown. The pulse has proven false and the purpose has been deserted. The next time you go down, you won't be taking me with you and I won't be anywhere near to break your fall. Saccharine binges leave a palate tasteless, so oblivious drinking your own piss.
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Mickey Fickey
Yakety yak. So much talk about such little things. Wither on the vine without even a grain of salt. The horse was led to water but it died of thirst while drowning. Don’t ask me how. Don’t ask me why. Your guess is as good as mine. A life wasted falling apart. It’s on you my dear, it’s on you. You make me feel like this and you make me sick. Nothing but a counterfeit cardboard carbon copy.
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Dead Wrong
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Oh dear! You’re a deer not a goat. Pebbles go bam bam for Bambi. After this walk on the wild side, we’ll get down on the farm. If you were a scab, I’d pick you. I’m a scab, you’re a scab, they’re all scabs, we’re all scabs and we pick at each other. I love the way freshly picked inner nostril scabs smell. It’s like chicken grease but better. And the saddest scenes and songs give me the strength to carry on. Fortune favors the foolhardy and I am one lucky bastard. I may not come back from this but I sure as hell can keep going. What can I say except you’re welcome for coming? Twincest is the best oh sister where art thou?
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