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Resent/Reflect
12:15
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You’re still uncertain
How far you will descend
Staring up at nowhere
Wondering when this pain will end
Loving lies are choking you out
(so long)
To your life that was once worth living
(the exposé reaps)
A one true self-maleficent, you’re
(so far gone)
Your opinion’s no longer worth giving
(sever your past)
and convince us all you’re feeling sound
You left you far behind
Inattentive to your health
A systematic rewind
Back to your primal self
Loving lies still choking you out
Your halo of flies keeps buzzing until you’re spellbound
That little nip-ass bastard on your shoulder constantly whispering in your ear about how you never change for the better. You’re a fucking disgrace. A smokescreen of doubt & anxiety chains you right down to the anvil. You think you’re on a hot streak, but the unholy, uncertain finger points right back in your face."
(so long)
To your life that was once worth living
(you know what we see:)
A suicidal imbecile, you’re
(so far gone)
Your opinion’s no longer worth giving
(run fast and far)
But your recklessness led you straight to the ground
Go on take your final breath
Before you kill yourself to death
Show your smile; open wide
Your world catches on fire, & when dawn creeps open, all you see is ash & a bloody red sky
The long road towards self-fulfillment
Oh, it grows ever longer for all the convalescents
In the omnipresence of you
A new leaf turned over
In the wake of dark, repugnant times
An epiphanic sign
You still can’t help but wonder what’s left of the residue
(so long)
To the past; now you’re more forgiving
(the exposé reaped)
That one true self-maleficent, but you’re
(not so far gone)
Is your small life still worth living?
(left uneasy)
It’s a long road that you’re traveling down…
(Will it come back round?)
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The Suburbians
06:43
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Rise and shine to you, and another day
Where you’re exacting your revenge in spades
But as you open the door to greet the Hydra hive,
The air is quite befouled…something isn’t right…
"EXTRA EXTRA! THIS JUST IN! They found their common sense and blew their whistles, and exposed the mental head of state as the vile, thistled anti-human, displaying to the nation what we already knew: the many methodical ways of remaining in the high-chair, and gorging himself with greed until he explodes and he can’t breathe…"
I will now decide
Not to choose either side
The surface of your silent plan with your idle hands; it’s a caviar crackhack
Hammering your nail in & out my ears/head
Over & over & over again
Your dead end friends cutting anchor
& refuse to further hold their share
(now they found your filthy flag)
Now you’ll find instead
The remnants of regret rearing its ugly head
Fighting tooth & claw to find your happy hellacious light at the end of the tunnel, but that maggot mouth is closing in
The surface of your silent plan with your idle hands; it’s a front row funeral
Hammering your nail in & out my ears
Over & over & over again
Keep calm of all the neglect
In that broken home you were raised in
Try to run right back to your Kremlin womb
But you’re still gravely mistaken
War to war
Can’t stop stealing
Molt & mourn
Never healing
See the tsar bombs
Sailing over me
Distant stance
Your elation
A selfish glance
The bull is brazen
Pull the rug from
Under my two feet
Rise & shine on another soulless day
Frail hand over fist that’s been torn & frayed
Well, enjoy the scene before you burn the bridge
Dearly beloved, we’ve all gathered here tonight
Looking back on the past years
What an unproductive life
Hating all the time
Gorging you with pride
And choking on the lies
An easy climb up the mountain
Will show us how far you’ll fall
Now/Pretty soon, your high-sprint run
Will turn right into a boujee (boozy) crawl
Oh, it’s not your fault
It was all just in the family plan to send your bastard
The most ironic thing?
You can’t stop that thirst for more
The cancer from before is settling your score
It’s knocking at your door…
I still have
The choice & right
Not to choose
The façade of opposing sides
Candid plans
Show you’re no fool
Idle hands
Are the devil’s best tools
Your salvation will wither in the breeze
The surface of your silent plan with your idle hands; it’s the final fucking straw
Hammering your nail in & out my head until you smile and see us dead
Nothing’s ever phased since the ol’ family muck that you were made in
Try to run right back to your Kremlin womb
But you’re mistaken
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Christ the Bait (& the work of Colin Jenkins)
Christ the Bait new EP "Idolatrosities" out now; CTB LP1 currently being recorded...
My goal is to
write different long songs that don't seem that long when you actually listen to them...
Originally from New Hampshire/New England; currently based in Seattle, WA.
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