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Katie Anxiety
01:51
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Everybody’s crazy and we’re all fucked up.
Don’t go chasing razors, let your anger out.
You’re all full of stupid angst and blood that carries doubt.
Run away and save the day, and liberate yourself.
Shut your stupid face.
Stop trying to win the race.
Take your amplified bullshit
And burn your ignorance
Burn your ignorance
I’m confused about the stupid place I’m in.
Can’t believe that everything I do is still a sin.
Don’t you look at me, I’ll just acknowledge that you’re here.
A twitch from my hand. Don’t be someone that you fear.
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2. |
Perfectionist
01:43
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It’s not that I don’t like myself
I just want to be someone else.
I just want to be someone like you.
(Run a mile but not too long.
I’d rather write a stupid song
To tell you to trade places with me.)
Feeling worried about my cell.
And who I’ve chosen to guard the key.
Slowly drifting into hell.
And I’ve lost my fuckin warrantee.
Tired of hearing others’ thoughts.
Can’t take in much more I’m taught.
Want to fucking blow up at you.
Had just about enough of shit
That you possess. You just won’t quit.
Want to fucking smash you in the face.
Can’t be my fault I’m fucked.
Either way I’m still a loser.
But I’ve still got some luck.
Be generous and be a poseur.
I want to know! Can I please go!
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3. |
Six Fingered Thrill
03:03
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I can’t tell if that’s the fifth time today.
But I can’t see the faces on the wall anymore.
I just wish that you could be here eternally.
But it seems that I’m not good enough for you anymore.
Kind of hate myself for always being stupid
But not as much as I hate you.
Want to shoot my stupid broken door
For always making me pay
For another interrupted six-fingered thrill.
I wish that you could’ve been here early.
But it seems that I’m already done.
I want you to just be here, but not to touch me.
I just want to look at you while I’m touching myself.
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4. |
Fuck Impudence
02:13
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Can’t avoid hypocrisy. Or offending more than three.
Mocked by stupidity when I transform what I see.
Give a bomb to the anarchists, put a life in a politician’s fist.
Be courteous to selfishness, and don’t be open minded.
Everything sounds better when it’s not played by me.
Everything makes sense when it’s not said by me.
Can’t get it right then it’s not meant to be.
Can’t be myself, then who can I be?
It doesn’t matter what they say.
It doesn’t matter how they act
Just so long as you aren’t confided in.
Say fuck as many times as you can.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Try it again.
Failed well, then you fuckin failed well.
Fail again, then fuck it all to hell.
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5. |
Anti-Ism Factory
01:54
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So you want to be a racist,
A fascist and a bigot in a stupid white scene?
Well, you can go fuck yourself
And piss the fuck off with your skinhead dream.
I don’t want your fucking prejudices
And I know that sounds kind of hypocritical.
But I don’t give a fuck if you mention that
‘Cuz I’ll kick your nazi ass and your mental, white balls.
Go far away, and really think things over.
Or stay here, and have a taste of your own fist.
So your daddy was a fascist
And your mom was a whore on the streets at night.
Then the problem’s not the world, it’s you.
And if you disagree, then let’s fuckin fight.
And sure I may be a pacifist
But it’ll just be a reflex that’ll knock you on your ass if you don’t
Fuck off, and hang around with your emo-nazi friends.
Just piss off, or it’ll be your end!
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6. |
You're Ugly
02:18
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You’re (so) ugly. But you don’t know that.
You’re ugly. And you’re so flat.
You’re ugly. You’d better keep your sweater on.
I always thought about the times when things went wrong.
My life should never, ever take this fuckin long
To end all your dreams, and cancel all your screams.
I think I’ll kill myself tomorrow for you because
For you, I’d do almost nothing.
You’re not what I want, and not what I need.
I think it might just be a fuckin chain reaction.
If I leave, you’d better leave my exit too.
It’s not the time to fuck it altogether now.
Don’t you blame it all on me. You know I hate you with monogomy.
Don’t trust or even find another. You know they’ll never ever be
Quite as bad I guarantee.
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7. |
Face Her Dad
02:17
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She said, “Holy fuck! It’s really you
I haven’t seen you for a year, maybe even two.
I remember back then when you used to say,
‘Woah. Who’s that chick? And what’s her name?’”
She looked hot and was in a bikini.
I looked down; I was sprouting my jimmy.
I felt embarrassed when she hugged me tight.
She looked down and said, “You’re alright.”
I thought I’d finally give her a try.
But then she locked eyes with some other guy.
She licked her lips as he held his crotch (balls) so tight.
I knew I couldn’t wait ‘till the end of the night.
That guy was Dave, my friend.
And I thought that he would fuckin understand
That she was mine, not his to molest.
I freaked out when he touched her breast.
I kicked his ass and I grabbed her hand
And I took her outside where we quickly ran.
I ate her lips like tenderloin (my tongue and her throat joined!)
But she kicked me in the fuckin groin. (NO!)
I saw him a couple of days ago.
He said, “You’re way too fuckin slow.”
I know! (Where did my erection go??!)
I just wanted her ass so bad.
But now you’ve got to face her dad.
Too bad for you.
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8. |
Throwing Up In March
02:53
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John gets home with things in his mind.
His parents won’t be home tonight.
Maybe he’ll just spend his time
Along with a serrated knife.
His socks are gone with holy ghosts
So he walks barefoot with the post
Opening the bills and letters
That cause pain and strife.
John puts the notes up with the blade stuck to the door.
Puts the sword back in its sheath, and falls right to the floor.
Why do we get urges to just end our lives each day?
If it’s so fucking normal then why do we stop and say
You’re useless! You’re fucked up!
You can’t wait until they say
Wait for further instructions
Or mess up and then you’ll pay.
Break the clock, burn the time
Just lie your life away.
Burn the time and spend a dime
Calling your memories.
John leaves his house and keeps a journal of his thoughts.
He wants to start to steal the things that everyone else has bought.
He’ll write about how others react to the things they miss.
He’ll do it all for fun, and in the name of rock group, KISS.
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9. |
Authoritize This
03:27
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It seems that nothing ever changes; people stay the same;
Moronity and pride both still intact.
But why must they stay so pissed and prodded?
Are they too offended just to say
That sexual frustration is nothing to be mocked at?
Well, please tell me again
Why everything depends on sex and drugs and other “sins”
To keep our shirts tucked in, and everyone in line
With collars on and leads tied to a chain.
Our throats slashed, our spirits crushed
To keep their sick, fucked dream.
We are not your animals to be slaughtered, fucked, and fried
With authority, and stuck here in a lie. No.
We have our own minds. Not yours or time’s.
And it’s not fucking up to you to decide.
Well, fuck your authority. Just fuck your authority.
Exaggerate then masturbate. Exaggerate then masturbate
And fuck your authority.
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10. |
Salute To Self-Hatecore
01:29
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I hate old people, almost as much as I hate you.
And I fucking hate you a lot.
I’d hate all fat people, if I wasn’t fat myself.
And I don’t care if you say that I’m not.
It’s time to make a stand
That humour is okay.
But don’t think I don’t know
How to keep it in the lines.
I’m going to make fun of you
But only if you’re white,
And if you’re baptized too.
There’s nothing I’ve done wrong.
I’ve just told you
What I’ve fallen into.
So, I’m just insulting myself.
I’m just insulting myself.
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11. |
Powers Of Our World
02:06
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I don’t give a fuck about you
I don’t want to hear what you have to
Say to me that you’ll disappear
And leave me, leave me
Alone in my room, on my knees
Begging for the darkness
To come and take me away
From your bigotry.
Your way is the only way you see.
So, fuck us. Fuck our beliefs and scenery.
Well, that’s not the way it’s going to be.
Now witness the powers of our world.
It’s time for the revolution
When world’s collide and yours goes down.
I’m getting ready for when your empire burns
And does your crown.
I’ll piss on the ashes of all those
Who followed you along.
Because they’re just as bad as you
For trusting such a dirty prick.
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12. |
Soap Mouth
06:12
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Should I have asked for your opinion
If I knew it’d be the same as it always is.
I know you’re smart, but you’re still stupid.
So, shove your thoughts and comments up your ass.
I don’t want your patronizing bullshit,
But it seems that you can’t keep your fucking asshole shut.
So grab a bar of Lever, cleanse your arrogance.
Let me know when you’re rinsed and done.
You’re just a soap mouth (x4)
And I don’t care about you anymore.
I guess I can’t just sit around here
Listening to stupid angst.
I gotta get out there and make some of my own
I can’t sit around here laughing at you some more.
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Quagmire Kemptville, Ontario
Quagmire (2002-2004)
As three young musicians emerging in the pinnacle years of melodic punk, this was our first experience making a actual band at the ages of 13-14. Bursting with the energy and angst of our early teen years.
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