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Six Six Six
02:36
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As I walk through this world
Grown and past my prime
I look back on all the paths I've left
Am I wicked, am I damned
Am I wretched now in exile, shunned
By a light I once held in my hands
I'll come unto His house and hearing His sweet song
To his glory and my shame, this unburdened song
And I'll try to remain, but it crushes me with fear
And with its light and turns my world upon its side
I'll leave before I'm upside-down
And I have heard that he died
For we could not see that he died in order that we might
With him I've cried "Father why have you forsaken me?"
And he is gone now but I remain
I am wretched O and I am damned
I am wicked now, in exile shunned
By a light I once held in my hands
I'll come unto His house
And hearing His sweet song
To his glory and my shame, this unburdened song
And I'll try to remain, though it crushes me with fear
And with its light and turns my world upon its side
I'll leave and I will weep and I will scream
Of repeating I will dream
My hands will claw for anything
But it's nothing they'll receive
I'll twist agony from ecstasy
And throw to the dirt the gifts he's given me
For long ago I left His way and shouted
"He was never there."
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Shitty Vacation
02:03
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The world will spin you round and round until you're too dizzy to see
If you're unhappy with your perception you should take a few of these
They will spin you like a saucer until your mind and soul are blind
So I ate about a half an eighth and hopped on the twenty nine
My skate beneath my feet the landholder traveled at my side
We walked along the Pacific coast and the ocean was my shrine
And I laughed and joked beneath the sun and shat between the trees
We spoke of life and death and love against the Geary breeze
Then that night we parted ways the old landholder and me
His thoughts asleep, I rolled downhill, I felt a sense of ease
But bombing Ocean avenue bad omens came to me
The demons in my head were pissed and all at once broke free
A tiny crack, my back foot slid forward with some ease
And I saw the night and I saw concrete as I went barreling pas the trees
My face smashed into a concrete wall, blood gushed from head to knees
My end had come on a wooden deck, Christlike my mind at ease
I felt my shoulders follow my head into a foggy urban grave
Then I rolled by City College and I felt like I'd been saved
And on and on to Balboa Park, hallucinations came in waves
I felt like I'd been saved
My mind had buried my body, and dug it out of its own grave
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