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You'll never make it in the suburbs.
They break your ankles in the cul-de-sac
You'll never make it in the suburbs.
The Lincoln slowly rolls over your neck.
You'll never make it in the suburbs.
You get impaled on the white picket fence.
You'll never make it in the suburbs.
They start a fight and claim self defense.
You'll never make it in the suburbs.
They leave you naked on the fresh cut lawn.
You'll never make it in the suburbs.
You're gonna die with the TV on.
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Me afeité con agua fria
El dia de tu funeral.
I shaved with cold water
The day of your funeral.
El calefactor se rompió
El dia antes.
The pipe from the heater
Burst the day before.
Llevabamos camisettas blancas
Desteñidas de amarillo.
We all wore white t shirts
Turning yellow with age.
Tus cenizas son más pesado
De lo que esperaba.
The bag of your ashes
Weighed more than I thought it would.
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Sadism
02:40
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I hurt him.
I really did, I really did.
I knew I could.
I hurt him.
I knew I would. I knew I would.
Cause I was hurt.
He loved me.
He really did. He really did.
He hates me now.
He hates me, but I don't care.
My touch was the only thing in the world that felt real to him, so I showed him that it's as full of artifice as anything, and I hurt him, and he might die and he might kill. They kill for less. I saw it on BBC, Al Jazeera, and CNN.
I hurt him. I really did. I really did. I won a bet.
And his pain is my night light, my salvation, my weighted blanket.
His walls will sing sorrow to him borrowed from me every night.
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Opsin
02:59
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Hey, Paul died. Say goodbye. His eyed always turned out red in pictures. He swore he wasn't evil. What a kick! The camera probably wanted to defame him. The living eye is envied by the lens. Its hunger threatens the order. Opsin is a photosensitive protein. Trauma is the building block of your conscience. We must learn to make machines feel guilt.
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