The Blackest Beautiful

Banshee (Ghost Fame)
Well I have to swallow pride, but it’s making me sick
Well I have to swallow pride, but it’s making me sick
Well I have to swallow pride until I’m sick

We’re here to fulfill every one of your dreams
A small nominal fee
It only costs you your soul

They say the older the bullsh*t, the more offensive the horn
It’s another trick, another matador
(I don’t want to be that)
If you can take that, then you can fake that
Until you grow a new mouth to say
“I hate the ones that you adore”

Swallow pride until you feel sick
My stomach hates that, hates the bitter taste of the truth
Well I swallowed pride until I felt sick
Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth

If you’re equating fame to religion, then where’s your faith at?
Where’s your faith at?
Go ahead and sell yourself when in rome
(Now I finally see that)
You can make it – nah, but you can fake it
Although that skin is uncomfortable
I’d rather show some skin than to bear my soul
I am the man that existed the year that hell got cold
Now that I’m mature enough to feel devil’s touch
We’re gonna f*ck until we’re numb

Swallow pride until you feel sick
My stomach hates that, hates the bitter taste of the truth
Well I swallowed pride until I felt sick
Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth

How you like that?
How you like me now?
How you like that?
How you like me now b*tch?

We drove a hearse into the crowd and took the willing
A leap of faith with a foot on the ground to wait for you
When they say, when they say, when they say “go”
I will say, I will say “no”
When they say, when they say, when they say “go”
I will say, I will say “no”

Swallow pride until you feel sick
My stomach hates that, hates the bitter taste of the truth
Well I swallowed pride until I felt sick
Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth

Empty Elvis
Blame the almighty, crucify me, martyrdom, sex, and fame
Screaming “oh my god. Oh, that’s your god?”
Blindfold the firing squad
Pay the almighty with your body then you can carry me
Screaming “oh no, that’s wrong. You don’t belong”
Stand before the firing squad

I’m alone again [x3]
I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls
But now I want it all

“Oh my god. Oh, that’s your god?”
Blindfold the firing squad
They, the almighty, keep inviting us to all come along
Then they scream “oh my god” when they see that you’re flawed
Take shots at the firing squad

Seems that I’m alone again
But you said you would give me the world
I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls
But now I want it all

Over and over again
Oh my god, is that you god?
I’m over it.

Soul made the devil his riches
Because I couldn’t have gotten here all by myself

All of us paper thin. Pages ripped for money

Seems that I’m alone again
But you said you would give me the world
I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls
But now I want it all

White America’s Beautiful Black Market
Well if it’s worth a thing then it’s american
But it ain’t that then I don’t really want to see it
We’ll let the dreamers dream if it’s american themed
But if it ain’t that then don’t believe a word

They say
That bootstrap theory doesn’t fit on all of those feet

Much like glutton
Starving pigs
My mind is certain they’ll take all they can get
So push their buttons
Hit reset
We’re finally deserving what we get

I said “fuck birth and death”
The hospital to the funeral
The debts lie on child and the deceased
The say “get sick. Then feel better”
Be sure that they will never cure you
You’re worth so much more diseased

They say
That bootstrap theory doesn’t fit on all of those feet

Much like glutton
Starving pigs
My mind is certain they’ll take all they can get
So push their buttons
Hit reset
We’re finally deserving what we get

It’s just like cutting off your nose just to spite your face
It’s just like ripping out your tongue to get rid of the taste of success

We get sick so we can feel better
They keep us sick
I want to feel better

We get sick so we can feel better
With government sucking the dicks of corporations
It looks like uncle sam finally put his money where his mouth is

Dreamer’s Disease
I don’t want to be a waste
I’m wasted. I’m wasting away.

While I’m out here making history, you’re making love
To demons with no idea what horns have done

But I don’t care. No, I don’t care

I’ll die with a smile so my widow gets jealous
The ones that observed are the worst story tellers
And lust is pulling my chair from under me

Well it seems like the amorous man has a prostitute like sense of commitment again
And it feels like my eager hands are searching for that promiscuous skin

Don’t mock me by existing
My ambition went from handsome as hell straight to ugly as sin

But I don’t care. Why should I care?

So fuck making love, I’d rather make history
I’d prefer a monument over a kiss of thee
The world is pulling the rug from under me

Well it seems like the amorous man has a prostitute like sense of commitment again
And it feels like my eager hands are searching for that promiscuous skin

They say home is where the heart is
So where do you keep your bed?
And if home is where the heart is
Then what do I do with this empty chest?
They say home is where the heart is
So where do you keep your bed?
And if home is where the heart is
It’s a crying shame we can’t afford the rent
I’ll stay home where the heart is
While you better yourself in bed
You’ll stay out with the hardest piece of him
Between the both of your legs
I’d rather be homeless
Than smelling his scent in our bed
There’s no such thing as heartache, you idiot

I’ll stay home where the heart is
While you better yourself in bed
There’s no such thing, you idiot
It’s all inside of your head

That Fear Fever
Spitting image of all that is black imagery
We scream the loudest while saying nothing
The spiting image of anonymity
Who screams the loudest while saying nothing you.

When you terrorize and profit
they will consider it a revolution
That is a very thin line; I’ll walk it
A system anarchy might understand

Cause a comfort in being scared when you’re the only one who dares
To make the gun smoke black in a white washed town so they know
Cause there’s a comfort in being scared when you’re the only one who dared
To make the gun smoke black in a white washed town so they know it was me

To be American is to profit and by any means
Yeah money talks but I think it’s bluffing
The virtue of a man is so much greater when
When he ain’t got shit, ain’t got a thing to lose

When you terrorize and profit
they will consider it a revolution
That is a very thin line; I’ll walk it
A system anarchy might understand

Cause a comfort in being scared when you’re the only one who dares
To make the gun smoke black in a white washed town so they know
Cause there’s a comfort in being scared when you’re the only one who dared
To make the gun smoke black in a white washed town so they know it was me

So start the fire with me, but don’t burn down our precious home [x2]
So with the tools you get to start that fire, don’t burn down your home [x2]

Cause a comfort in being scared when you’re the only one who dares
To make the gun smoke black in a white washed town so they know
Cause there’s a comfort in being scared when you’re the only one who dared
To make the gun smoke black in a white washed town so they know it was me

Virgin Dirt

We kiss with tongue and cheek and burn the witches in our beds
Wrap vacant stakes in sheets, accuse monogamy instead
I tried to catch the beat and do the dance of marionette
Can’t groove to my heartbeat since rhythm stops when you are dead

They say? there’s one way to feel I will [x2]

Taxi drive me to the end
Let the meter run into the digits I can’t spend
The you’ll drive me to the edge
I’ll stand upon the precipice and jump to pay my debt…goodbye

So take some hair from me
That’s what the dog that bit me said
A process we’ll repeat until it’s bald and I am dead
I played it by the book and soon became illiterate
The words that I mistook negate everything I have read

They say? there’s one way to feel I will [x4]
(They say it’s quite easy to tell someone you love? them but it’s a feat to mean it)

Taxi drive me to the end
Let the meter run into the digits I can’t spend
Then you’ll drive me to the edge
I’ll stand upon the precipice and jump to pay my debt
So be my driver to the end
Crash into my rigid back
You’ll see that I don’t bend
Now were standing on the edge
So push me off the precipice and prove that you’re my friend

They say there’s just one way it’s kill or be killed, If you show me the way I will [x2]

If love is like a cancer (kill or be killed)
then sex is just a pill (I will I will)
well we’re making love to kill ourselves (kill or be killed)
and we’re fucking just to feel (I meant “heal” … aww fuck)

And if love is like a cancer (I’ve been there before)
and your sex is like a pill (I’m not afraid of death anymore)
well we’re making love to kill ourselves and we’re fucking just to heal? (I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay)

And your love is like a cancer (I’ve beat it once before)
And your sex is just a pill (I’m not afraid of dying)
I’ll keep making love to kill myself (Go ahead and quit if you want)
and keep fucking just to heal

They say that god is love and love it always wins
Except for a hopeless damned romantic with a crush on deadly sins
Now I’m closing both my eyes to see your point of view
it’s a picture perfect paradox for camera shy taboo

Younger
We’ve got millions of broken necks from looking up at you
So get your damn soapbox standing, high horse prancing ass down here with the truth
So don’t let those admirers try and fit your shoes
Because they will then see one size fits all feet and then they will walk all over you

When only to good die young
Ain’t it ironic I age so well [x2]

To be the last man standing at the kissing booth
That really doesn’t mean a thing when they’re for free and don’t taste like they should
So after you’re done drowning in a glass that is half full
The pessimists all join together and discuss how you never could do it like they could

When only the good die young
Ain’t it ironic I age so well [x2]

You and me are a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparently
Truth is heat, we’re burning underneath our seats
Burning me for not standing

I love I love myself
I love I love myself my self abandonment[x2]

When only the good die young
Ain’t it ironic I age so well [x2]

You and me are a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparently
Truth is heat, we’re burning underneath our seats
Burning me for not standing

The Dope Beat
That ethnocentric home
Love ain’t living here no more
When people do what they do when the do it
Say what they say. What you got to say to me.
Talk in egocentric tones
With that mouth you’ve outgrown
When people say what they say when they say it
Do what they do. What you wanna do to me.

We are the ones the lonely bastard sons
of all that’s said and done
I wanted a fire but then I burnt down my own home
We are the one. The lonely bastard sons
and in the end, much more is said than done
I started a fire, burnt down my house, now I’ve got nowhere to call home

I tried to go back home
but they ain’t loving me no more
Now I don’t know what to do or how to do it
Say what they said. What they got to say to me.
So once I dig this hole
I’ll bury myself in that gold
So you can say what you say when you say it
That don’t mean shit. What you got to say to me?

All those motherfuckers asking their questions
These people broadcasting doubt
We’re going to teach them to keep their mouths shut
Up until the learn to shout

The Priest And Used Cars
Like an atom bomb with the worth of one obituary
If they know then they will kiss/explode
Like a battered mom that has finally made a fist
Breaking her heart to know what is to kiss/explode

This I know
Kiss/explode

Less we forget the death of arrogance
Pretending this we know. Forgetting kiss/explode
We’re placing bets on failure of our kids
Yeah, baby, this I know – that we will kiss/explode

Now I can see it everywhere
I see that there’s no shelter here
When science marries fairy tale
Tastes like holy water’s stale
Now I can feel it in the air
I feel like there’s no shelter here
I buy my faith when it goes on sale
That’s why my holy water is stale

I believe that God is proud of the 5th ape
I suppose that I should be proud too
Don’t believe in time that the creator of the clock invented
He left the tick tock to you

This I know
Kiss/explode

I’ll admit that I was scared until I met kiss/explode
Now I’m free

Pheromone Cvlt
Hey, mom and dad, you would be happy for me
I found God, but she was nothing like she seemed
In those books, on that screen you pushed in front of me
I now know that I would rather be dead

The grass is cut
The snakes will show
I see them all
They’re all over

To all the girls that would be perfect for me
Break my jaw so we can’t talk about me
Since my mouth is bigger than my heart could ever be
There’s no shame in screaming at deaf weddings

The grass is cut
The snakes will show
I see them all
They’re all over
The grass is cut and now I know myself
They’re all over

To all those girls
To all those boys
To all those girls that will turn all those boys into those men

To all the girls that want to save me
To all the boys – you’re just like me
To all the girls that fucking hate me
All the boys will grow up to be those broken men

27 Club
Is it bad that I never really wanted to get saved?
And laughing when hurt was my thing?
Well I’m thinking I want to
I don’t really want to yes I really want to so let me go now
Champing the bit for nutrition’s sake
I’d rather burn out than/then fade away
Die young then/than live forever

I’m gonna raise hell until it’s high enough to be heaven
Then maybe you can find me (there)
They told me if I look up
They told me I would find you there (2x)

What if I say that mutually exclusive ain’t a thing?
Now God and Darwin are ashamed
Well, I’d like to reconsider, you can’t reconsider let me reconsider
So what you’re saying is – for me, you’re saying that
The stairway to heaven is more like a slope?
And I will slip to a fiery death if I don’t believe in Satan?

I’m gonna raise hell until it’s high enough to be heaven
Then maybe you can find me (there)
They told me if I look up
They told me I would find you there (2x)

They said there’s no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole
I’m trying to be a god damned believer but the road to heaven’s full of potholes

They said he talks like a christian but walks like an atheist (3x)

I’m gonna raise hell until it’s high enough to be heaven
Then maybe you can find me (there) maybe I can find you hoping I can find you

They told me if I look up they told me I would find you there
If I look up to find you then how can I deny you? (2x)

They said he talks like a christian but walks like an atheist (2x)

There were no martyrs until he gave himself away
Giving your life is the only way to make them see
And once you’re gone, they’ll realize death is the only way
To die for your cause is the most effective way to propagate
Make me a martyr make sure the books they read my name
A gun to my head, a hair trigger with the worst of aim
Flirting with death, but I’m married to my selfish ways
See, I’d die for something, but then I wouldn’t get to see the fame
To be a martyr you mustn’t die a death in vain
I’d kill myself, but suicide is so cliche
Heavenly father, does heaven have a place for me
or will I get there only to learn St. Peter has misplaced the key?
Right down the middle polarity right down the middle
That’s where we’ll meet them all

After you kill one, well there’s thousands more
And there’s thousands, fucking thousands make about a million more so,
We got an army, for us versus them
And I’m not afraid cos, well.. (no)
We got an army of us versus them but look, it’s not us versus them.
It’s just us, my friend, It’s plural
Stop wondering and start acting, stake your claim
(hahaha, I’m just playing)
They say there’s no place for you here, so you better make one

(And that’s the lesson for today, boys and girls. Ladies and gentlemen.
I’ve been your presenter, your exhibition, your example
So, it’s about time, I go and take my own life
I’m just fucking with you, haha, oh shit)

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