1. |
Shoes That I Can Run In
02:48
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I've been wearing ill fitting clothes and shoes that I can run in,
So I don't slip trip and fall when I hear the footsteps comin.
I've creeping out at night and hoping no one follows,
I've been running through the dark and through the thin and hollow.
I've been trying to cut my legs under the briars and brambles,
Watch the blood drip pouring out and down across my ankles.
I've been walking on broken glass just to see how it feels,
Feel the pressure cuttin' deep it helps remind me I'm real.
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2. |
Hot Girl Shit
03:58
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Had a shower without crying today,
We'll chuck it on another list of personal victories.
It's nine in the evening and I'm trying to find,
Ways to pad out the time before I,
Hit the road and I,
Head back home I,
Know when I get there it will just be things that,
You,
Wanna hear me say,
And you,
Wanna see me do,
While I'm holding back the tears and I'm trying and I'm crying and I.
You were too busy doing,
Hot girl shit,
To notice I was down.
You were too busy doing,
Hot girl shit,
to see I'm not around.
Cry into my pillow and you're not even here,
Try and tell myself that you still care but.
Another day, another party, another congregation,
Stuck feeling like everything's a competition.
I wanna know, just darling, tell me where I stand,
On the list of things you've got on your hands.
Tell me baby, tell me darling, tell me sweet,
When you're around I don't know how to speak.
And I don't know just what to do,
When making love with you,
Feels like making love in,
Nineteen sixty two.
You were too busy doing,
Hot girl shit,
To notice I was down.
You were too busy doing,
Hot girl shit,
to see I'm not around.
And I don't wanna hear another,
Word out of your mouth.
And I don't wanna see it when you,
Finally turn around.
And everytime she walks in the room,
Everybody stops, and turns.
And Every song about some, other girl,
Suddenly becomes, all about her.
You were too busy doing,
Hot girl shit,
To notice I was down.
You were too busy doing,
Hot girl shit,
to see I'm not around.
And I don't wanna hear another,
Word out of your mouth.
And I don't wanna see it when you,
Finally turn around.
You were too busy doing,
Hot girl shit,
To notice I was down.
You were too busy doing,
Hot girl shit,
to see I'm not around.
And I don't wanna hear another,
Word out of your mouth.
And I don't wanna see it when you,
Finally turn around.
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3. |
Chase This!
01:49
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Chase this chase this chase this chase this
Sling you like a ragdoll I'll kill you with a kiss
I am not a fetish
See you in the back row tryna' creep towards me
Your eyes are lolling out your mouth
Your tongue is lookin stormy.
I bet you wanna see every little piece of me.
You fucked up little school boy that never felt love.
I bet you wanna touch me and drink everything in.
I'd rather have flies and maggots burrow in my skin.
Now you make it our problem track us trannies down.
Good luck tryna' get to us before we run you outta town.
Chase this chase this chase this chase this
Sling you like a ragdoll I'll kill you with a kiss
I am not a fetish
Chase this!
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4. |
The Cryptozoologist
05:06
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Ladies and gentlemen if you look to your left,
You'll see what's left scientists most fiercely bereft.
Sits in it's cage it doesn't eat all day,
And only Comes out at night when it wants to play.
Scratch with it's talons, and bite with it's claws,
You always know when it's hungry for more.
Languished around, concocting it's lies,
It's only friends are the spiders that feast on the flies.
It wants you to, notice it,
It wants you to, sit with it,
It wants you to, open wide,
It wants you to, step inside.
Ladies and gentlemen if you look to your right,
You'll see something standing so viciously uptight.
Tigers tail, vipers fangs,
Carrion wing, and helpless hands.
Nothing to do and naught to be done,
But watch it struggle from the rope that it's strung.
Twitching and flailing, arms out wide,
But it's so much safer shut deep down inside.
It wants you to, hear it cry,
It wants you to, meet it's eye,
It wants you to, let it free,
But it wants oh so, hopelessly.
Bite the hand that feeds,
Bite it till it bleeds.
I want you upon the grass,
Tender meat it never lasts.
Bear with me now if you look dead ahead,
You'll smell it's been rotting before you see where it fled.
Vitriol and bile spews out from it's mouth,
It takes fifty men just to clean it all out.
Putrid and helpless, yearning for more,
Sickening, violent, it drips on the floor.
It wants you to, put it down
It wants you to, lay around,
It wants to do, what you want,
It will do just, what you ask.
Ladies and gentlemen would you look where we are,
It seems that somebody has stolen a star.
So we locked it away with a noose on it's neck,
And we'll give it a tug just to keep it in check.
It's hands fly slyly, quick as a whip,
It's tongue is laced with a venomous tip.
But don't you dare don't look in it's eyes,
Veneers of kindness quietly die.
It wants you to, sit right down,
It wants you to, lay around,
It wants to have, you be it's fun,
It wants to be your, oxygen.
Bite the hand that feeds,
Bite it till it bleeds.
I want you upon the grass,
Tender meat it never lasts.
I will savour every bite,
I will take just what I like.
I want to know every taste,
Nothing is going to waste.
Oozing and dripping from my lips,
Another successful hunting trip.
I want you upon the grass,
Tender meat it never lasts.
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5. |
Paranoia
03:55
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Have you ever seen the lights coming down from the city above you?
Have you ever seen the lights coming crashing down around you?
Have you ever seen the lights engulfed in flames surround you?
Have you ever seen the lights so strong that it blinds you?
Cause I see it every night in my dreams.
I wake up, cold sweat, no one to keep me warm.
I wake up and there's no one to see me through this.
And this paranoia, it makes it hard to breathe.
I pull this light out from in my dreams.
This paranoia it twists and follows me.
I can't pull these chains out from under me.
Have you ever seen a hundred ships and sails on your shore?
Have you ever seen them pull in one by one?
'Cause I saw it once, and then I saw it again.
And no one believes me everytime it ends.
I don't know how much more of this I'll take.
I don't know where I am, but I do know where I'm going,
And I know just what is waiting at the end.
And this paranoia makes it hard to breathe.
I can't pull this light out from under me.
This paranoia twists and follows me.
I can't keep on playing this game of make believe.
This paranoia can not separate from me.
I can't believe anything I see.
And I guess I'll just keep playing along,
Guess I'll just keep singing the song,
Sing it, sing it, la la la la!
Over again!
I said la,
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
And this paranoia, it makes it hard to breathe.
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Laika Loveheart Auckland, New Zealand
Hello everyone I am a TransNonBinary artist from New Zealand. I make little weird projects all over the place and here is
the place where I'm gonna start unloading things here as I make them.
Sending love and Trans Rights to all people <3
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