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Boss Cannon
04:06
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The first time that I met you
We were standing on the green
Of a beautiful spring morning
At my parent’s estate
You were much my equal
In chess and sporting games
But now I must defeat you
And destroying create
A better world
With the freedom of choice
You can’t bend the world to
Whatever you would wish
Even if you control the minds of
Everyone in it
For the betterment of humanity
And preserving human rights
I’m looking at our picture
As my thrusters ignite
Over the old world
We’ll build a better one
I’ve got my hands tied
In dirty work
It’s shoot or shoot down
In my illusion of choice
I’ve got my hands tied
I’ve known no greater sins than
I can’t believe that
I’ll shoot down my old friends
Shall I strike you head on,
Or raid your supply chains?
I’ll pilot my own Knightmare
Straight into artillery fire
Yes I’ll be okay
But I am a little nervous
I decided to pull the trigger
On my hadron cannon
My breathing rate is steady
My hands are so controlled
Commit my sins over the skies of Tokyo
Sayonarra, Euphemia
Sayonara Cornelia
Sayonara TJ
Please don’t forgive me
Sayonara DPRK
Sayonara JLF
Sayonara TJ
Please don’t forgive me
I’ve got my hands tied
In dirty work
It’s shoot or shoot down
In my illusion of choice
I’ve got my hands tied
Destroying the world
I can’t believe that
I’ll shoot down my old friends
I’ve got my hands tied
Destroying the world
Sayonara, Yuffie
Please don’t forgive me
Sayonarra, Euphemia
Sayonara Cornelia
Sayonara TJ
Please don’t forgive me
Sayonara DPRK
Sayonara JLF
Sayonara TJ
Please don’t forgive me
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There's a lightning bolt inside my head
It'll be there after I'm dead
It was there before I lived
It won't let me forget
How this world is just a dream
Barely worth imagining
Nothing is what it seems
Empty in it's predescribed meaning
I thought I'd find a reason
To find connection in this world
But all I found was a season
Of repetition in your mortal curls
I guess I'll seek away
to accelerate our demise
By the end of this world
We might see eye to eye
It's amazing how different things can be
Yet still remain so singular
It's beautiful how known you are to me
Yet you remain so unfamiliar
Maybe I'll take a train to the end
Of this majestic walled off garden
Maybe I'll see you sometime then?
On the plains of what lies beyond this.
I won't mourn your death
I won't harm your home
I won't carry your hell
In my plastic bones
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3. |
Distance
03:20
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It's 4pm on a Friday
And I get the text from my friends
Let's go out for drinks,
Let's have a night
But lately I've been feeling too tired to do much
I'm burnt out from the work week
And studying for days
And it's true that I miss you,
But every time I get some time
I catch up on my sleep or my shows
If it helps you to know
I never agreed to this
What's one more weekend underground
I can make up when I'm less busy
We'll have a night we'll paint the town
Maybe when I've turned fucking forty
But as it stands when I think about you
I'll pour one out with cheers
To absent friends
To the both of us
We'll the distance always gets to me
And it's even worse with you away
I kept every letter you wrote to me
And fall asleep to your Pinback CDs
But to get from here to where you are
Would take at least three flights
To cross 9 states in 2300 miles
I'm not trying to be dramatic,
But the distance gets to me
What's one more weekend underground
I can make up when I'm less busy
I'll pick up the phone if I'm in town
I hope you know, I'd love to see ya
But as it stands when I think about you I'll
Drink a couple of beers
To absent friends to the both of us
And I know I'm hard to pin down but with you gone
Things are too quiet for my tastes
And these sleepless towns could use some nightlife
I'm going out of style
And I wanted to know
If you'd go out with me
One last time,
The next time I'm in town
What's one more weekend above ground
If I've got no more plans than you do
Work is busy and I'm burnt out
And, you know, distance gets to you
But if I'd know
It was you at the end of these flights
I could have rode three planes
With a smile
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Who is he that has been brought forth
Into this treacherous world,
Bitter deliverance for
The ragged common folk.
All shall sacrifice life and limb
For the gift of Lemonhope.
Imprisoned child,
Finally freed,
This yellowed Ulysses.
And the faces of your people haunt your dreams,
You wayward hero, on your lemonfeet.
We will rally at the castle,
For your love and glory.
Oh lemonhope.
Oh Lemonhope,
Take your rightful citrus throne!
Oh lemonhope,
Oh lemonhope,
Take your rightful citrus throne!
Lemongrab would try and slay our messiah
Before he defeats the vicious Duke.
How can this bittersweet child,
Save the hearts of his people with his flute?
What gentle sounds from your harp,
Would devastate this sour monarch?
Gloried Knight,
Rest assured
Your martyrdom awaits
Who can hear
The call of need
For your people must be freed!
And the faces of your people haunt your dreams,
You wayward hero, on your lemonfeet.
We will rally at the castle,
For your love and glory.
Oh lemonhope.
Oh Lemonhope,
Take your rightful citrus throne!
Oh lemonhope,
Oh lemonhope,
Take your rightful citrus throne!
Reject the mantle of the hero
Harp in hand, you yearn to sing
Break free from these castle walls
Do you run from destiny when it calls?
And the faces of your people haunt your dreams,
You wayward hero, on your lemonfeet.
We will rally at the castle,
For your love and glory.
Oh lemonhope.
Oh Lemonhope,
Take your rightful citrus throne!
Oh lemonhope,
Oh lemonhope,
Take your rightful citrus throne!
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5. |
Schuylkill River
02:42
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5000 gallons coming down on my melon
The weight God has given
To punish my lack of conviction
I can taste the frog spit
I can't inhale it
I'll have to accept it through osmosis
My concrete feet are killing me
Murky minds turn to muddled speech
Thoughts of death are always comforting
Floating past the trash
Jersey needles are sticking me
I'll never last as long as this plastic
Choking on the past
Things are going so swimmingly
Learning how to breathe
But burning rivers make me think
The natural purpose of everything
Is to witness and become suffering
And keep moving
Forever searching for
35th and Haverford
Happiness was never the answer
Floating past the trash
Insufficiency always driving me
I'll never last as long as this plastic
Uncomfortable at last
Things are going so swimmingly
Now that I've learned how to breathe
5000 gallons coming down on my melon
The greatest gift god has ever given
For what ignites the brain more than the fear of drowning
For what calms the soul more than the myopic act of dying
For what
For what
For nothing
For what
For what
For Bleeford
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6. |
The Dankest Timeline
04:18
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It was snowing in July
Happens more and more these days
We kept ourselves warm
With a charged Note7
We millenials seek fallout shelter
In our safe spaces
And wait for the meme dealers
To deliver
It took the best of us to fight against the fascists
But dank memes can't melt steel regimes
Outlawed the maymays and the power they created
To realize god-emperor's dreams
Only the spiciest of memes could satisfy me
GMO free
No corporate shills please
Only the finest will grow on the server farms
Weaponize this shit post to nuclear arms
So I blow up the Chan boards
"What's up, my guy, you holdin?"
Meet me down by the Light Rail station
I'm jonesin' hard for a Biden or Picard
Or some trash about Harambe
My wallet's full of bitcoins
I'm looking for the rare ones only
These cucks can't dream what we'eve been cooking
Selling arms to the leftist rebels
Fire up the Low Ion Cannon
And crowdsource the revolution
Only the spiciest of memes could satisfy me
GMO free
No corporate shills please
Only the finest will grow on the server farms
Weaponize this shitpost to nuclear arms
The generation born too late
Born too early for space
We were born just in time for dank memes
And to save this goddamn place
With the space race lost
Moved targets below ground
Think they're safe in their bunkers
From nuclear fallout
But Trump Empire falls to the Utopian Communists
When this shit post blows
We'll take the fucking continent
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