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Runts

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1.
Ash trays on the upper lip as I'm drifting between the lakes I'm swallowed only to be digested Charming words from an abomination One moment until my destination Ray of words and your ultra violet ways Curious storage and the un-birthday Celebrating how things can sometimes change You climb all of your hills As if you're paying all your bills Slowly out of breath You're just a nervous wreck They have found a dormant gene It releases the beast I'm converting it all into melted ice cream 31 days and each one is another flavor Grab your spoons for small tastes only Not so drama llama predicted my future Never telling me my outcome Bringing more to the table Celebrating how things never change History is just a broken record and it's not even strange
2.
Nocturnal advocate He's everywhere Knight stick settlement Without post bail Nocturnal advocate Is everywhere Marching Marsha Marshall Law A joke that is so exhausted Go and get some rest A tick on my neck with a glass of sweet tea With lying Lyme disease Every time that I smile The walls around me will chime I've been making so much music for you and I Word gets around this small world (round and round it goes, round and round it goes) Just like gonorrhea in the wind "But think of the children!" It's so hard when they are non-existent Fork lift torture kit Whenever I smile the walls they chime! So much music for you and I Burn down the Knight Burn down the Knight That's the Plan It's always been my plan (Fork lift that torture kit It's childish and ironic) Tidal waves beats you to the punch With ironic Childish rage
3.
I was once a river now left soaking wet Tied around the feast-ings of small insects This reason was never delivered to my front door Alert the townspeople! A riot is the only way I can get off Giggle if you will *Trying to find* a reason to "thrill" Turned on my laugh Turned off my smile Creep am I! Ahead of radios and we cannot deny That being curious can bring you back to all the wrong places Constricting around my neck like a serpent Constructing is the way of Pi Being curious can bring you back to all the wrong places Convey Deploy Of the territorial minds Given the examples that you have
4.
Look at that poor lose noose It's leaving just the right amount of oxygen But it will all be juiced from your self inflicted wounds Photographing every single second As the fluids fall into the mouths of bats that can see I'm flying now Hiding only to spread my disease Checking to see if an avalanche makes a sound Graceful not only enchanted I've been checking for famished grounds I'm the only one famished I prayed for rain but it never came It's just clear skies and droughts these days Planting a dead bat some might call it a "funeral" It's a load of Fig Newton's Third Law If it can abide the first I prayed for rain but it never came It's all clear skies and droughts every day Bags of crow's feet as a nourishing complex But how can they see if the apple never falls from the tree? I keep praying for rain But nothing ever falls
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Swastikas and Klan-robes Sexists, racists, homophobes Aryan-Nations and Hammerskins You can wear my nuts on your Nazi chins I love a man in uniform! Just what exactly are the great historical accomplishments of your race that make you proud to be white? Capitalism? Slavery? Genocide? Sitcoms? This is your fucking white-history, my friend. So why don't we start making a history worth being proud of and start fighting the real fucking enemy? Swastikas and Klan-robes Sexists, racists, homophobes This one's for the master race My brown-power ass in your white-power face Kill them all and let a Norse God sort 'em out!

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released January 14, 2020

James Furber - Vocals and Lyrics
Cody Wiggins - All the other stuff


Art by Connie Sgarbossa

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