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I can see the ugly portraits painted in nightosphere |
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But I was not an art major so I stay silent out of fear |
| [00:22.12] |
Those brush strokes, so messy |
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There must be some way out of here |
| [00:25.80] |
Those expressionistic paintings, they paint me in my nightmares |
| [00:29.50] |
I opened up my third eye for an entire light year |
| [00:33.14] |
I live wrong, you dead right |
| [00:35.02] |
I've never been on that website with the Pitchfork, |
| [00:37.77] |
I'm dead right? |
| [00:39.57] |
I'm dead right? |
| [00:41.30] |
I'm dead right? |
| [00:44.14] |
In California on tour I happened to lose my soul patch |
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Among those with ornate bobbles on their snapbacks |
| [00:51.73] |
Passwords were spoken, talismans and tokens |
| [00:55.31] |
Grip handsigns in motion, battlements were broken |
| [00:59.05] |
I scream Hellfyre until my lungs collapse in their own poison |
| [01:02.64] |
It's risky business, you're picking a fight with Ricky Fitness |
| [01:06.31] |
Now I've found my courage to walk up in those dark places |
| [01:10.37] |
Now I've found my courage to talk to those with shark faces |
| [01:14.37] |
I've known the buzz of anxieties |
| [01:17.23] |
Bury me in rap money only to watch me practice piety |
| [01:21.19] |
I don't worship crystals and I don't dabble in secret societies |
| [01:24.83] |
With hidden lords and Ouija boards |
| [01:26.93] |
I used to get paid to squeegee floors |
| [01:29.09] |
How dare you ask for more |
| [01:30.74] |
At the intersection of task and bore |
| [01:32.41] |
Where better is the enemy of |
| [01:33.86] |
And I swear to God I'm good enough |
| [01:36.40] |
And I swear to God I'm good enough |
| [01:38.04] |
And I swear to God I'm good enough |
| [01:43.44] |
I can see the ugly portraits painted in nightosphere |
| [01:47.02] |
But I was not an art major so I stay silent out of fear |
| [01:50.71] |
Those brush strokes, so messy |
| [01:52.61] |
There must be some way out of here |
| [01:54.40] |
Those expressionistic paintings, they paint me in my nightmares |
| [01:58.04] |
I opened up my third eye for an entire light year |
| [02:01.67] |
I live wrong, you dead right |
| [02:03.51] |
I've never been on that website with the Pitchfork, |
| [02:06.31] |
I'm dead right? |
| [02:08.14] |
I'm dead right? |
| [02:09.82] |
I'm dead right? |
| [02:27.79] |
You don't need to run away |
| [02:29.42] |
You don't need to run away |
| [02:31.25] |
You don't need to run away |
| [02:33.08] |
You don't need to run away |
| [02:34.91] |
You don't need to run away |
| [02:36.80] |
You don't need to run away |
| [02:38.65] |
You don't need to run away |
| [02:40.37] |
You don't need to run away |
| [02:42.76] |
I can see the ugly portraits painted in nightosphere |
| [02:46.16] |
But I was not an art major so I stay silent out of fear |
| [02:49.78] |
Those brush strokes, so messy |
| [02:51.70] |
There must be some way out of here |
| [02:53.45] |
Those expressionistic paintings, they paint me in my nightmares |
| [02:57.25] |
I opened up my third eye for an entire light year |
| [03:00.79] |
I live wrong, you dead right |
| [03:02.70] |
I've never been on that website with the Pitchfork, |
| [03:05.49] |
I'm dead right? |
| [03:07.22] |
I'm dead right? |
| [03:09.07] |
I'm dead right? |