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hey thirsty fucker, do you want to buy a plain ass road from me? you could paint some lines on it. you could. stay between the lines because the lines are your friends. people line up never reach transcend, never comprehend, never lend a helping hand, only over extend they shit they recommend. like, you could paint some lines on it. you could.
rather rather get gone, we on, foregone, terminate shit, terminate shit. truly quit, lit hit, never cry, rather die, never say i, never say i, never say. just just give me real mistrust, direct lust led, now we fed, thrust, combust, then rust. rest, while they dig in the past, never say i'm very last. grip read particularly if you like your thrills really chilly, bloody. eerie glimpse into the future. fast moving, spine tingling, rarely ever humor. rather rather get gone, we on, foregone, terminate shit, terminate shit, truly quit, lit hit, never cry, rather die, never say i, never say i, never.
knelt over body.
true hooligan bust out your tooth again. shitty mouth get a new fuckin dental plan. good thing you're on your parents fuckin college plan. i would numb the pain with a few fuckin black and tans. common man grow up to be the poor man. young man grow up to be the wise man. stunt man got sucked into exhaust fan. chopped the fuck up throw the body in the garbage can. the peking man had a shitty fuckin game plan. we out the cave but we got no fuckin wing span. you overran looking like a fuckin feral man. parties over dude better call the fuckin moving van. and they ask and they ask and they out. shut the fuck up disrupt no doubt.
he ain't got a name, he ain't got a name. he ain't get it, but he'll bash your bloody brain. make the whole street red and then he go. make the whole street red and get the slow mo. but that's the go, the only road, what he know. see them finger tips bow, that's the only woe. window frame, he overcame perfect shame. a waiting game, took shot without aim. it's all the same, just like a fucking open candle flame, lay claim to the desolate shame. he ain't got a name but he'll bash your bloody brain.
very never forever.
released August 13, 2014
Recorded in Brussels during June - August 2014
Sounds, Programming, Drums, Production, Mixing, Art by NAH
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe @ Maniac Mansion in Philadelphia
Additional Synths on "very never forever" by TZII
Vocals and Lyrics on "paint some lines on it", "rather die", and "woe" by GIVV
Vocals and Lyrics on "they out" by PRINCE ASSHOLE
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