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Seroquel
05:57
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You must be the best mistake
Repeating for a million years
You wanted an apology
I’m sorry that you fell asleep
But you must be the best mistake
And I could never want escape
To stand in everybody’s way
For you
You write your stories about me
They end in failed tests and seroquel prescriptions
You punch my face ‘til your hands bleed and then you seek to
Cry in my arms for sympathy
You must be the best mistake
Repeating for a million years
You wanted an apology
I’m sorry that you fell asleep
But you must be the best mistake
And I could never want escape
To stand in everybody’s way
For you
You tell your friends my worstest sins
Then tell me I’m your bestest friend when they are absent
If I had known what I know now ‘bout your affections
I wouldn’t ask for anything
You must be the best mistake
Repeating for a million years
You wanted an apology
I’m sorry that you fell asleep
But you must be the best mistake
And I could never want escape
To stand in everybody’s way
For you
At times I think you’re still fifteen
And we’re preparing to take on the world around us
But I was crushed near victory
And I’m the only one defeated in our struggle
You must be the best mistake
Repeating for a million years
You wanted an apology
I’m sorry that you fell asleep
But you must be the best mistake
And I could never want escape
To stand in everybody’s way
For you
I named our babies long ago
Was thinking Bernadette and Jophiel or ‘Jo’
Though you just laughed and said ‘whatever, what’s to eat?’
I said ‘my wasted heart and soul, bon appétit’
You must be the best mistake
Repeating for a million years
You wanted an apology
I’m sorry that you fell asleep
But you must be the best mistake
And I could never want escape
To stand in everybody’s way
For you
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Well I know that I’ve been hard on you
I know you made the universe for me and you, yeah
You’ve seen me walk out on you
Declare myself as independent
With your input out of view
But you know that I like ya
And I think that you’re the cure, you betcha
We can share in this delusion, confusion
To meet here in the middle
In spite of all the devil’s games
In spite of all the devil’s games
In spite of all the devil’s games
Let’s play a little game of our own
Inside our little club
To point and laugh at Beelzebub
To spite all of the devil’s games
When I see that you are not impressed
I kick and scream at your decision to decide my sex, yeah
Though your ruling seems a bitter hand
Emasculating me to compromise to try to be a man
But you know that I like ya
And I think that you’re the cure, you betcha
We can share in this delusion, confusion
To meet here in the middle
In spite of all the devil’s games
In spite of all the devil’s games
In spite of all the devil’s games
Let’s play a little game of our own
Inside our little club
To point and laugh at Beelzebub
To spite all of the devil’s games
You collect the bounty of my word
To hold me ransom for devotion
Though it makes absurd, yeah
But I’m nostalgic for the kinder things
When I’m behind in your forgiveness
I get busy by the drink
But you know that I like ya
And I think that you’re the cure, you betcha
We can share in this delusion, confusion
To meet here in the middle
In spite of all the devil’s games
In spite of all the devil’s games
In spite of all the devil’s games
Let’s play a little game of our own
Inside our little club
To point and laugh at Beelzebub
To spite all of the devil’s games
And I’ve hit the bottom of the rank
I’ve got impatience and some narcissism to dually thank, yeah
So I rant in every evening prayer
And coddle nearer your perfection
To refresh my scent to you
But you know that I like ya
And I think that you’re the cure, you betcha
We can share in this delusion, confusion
To meet here in the middle
In spite of all the devil’s games
In spite of all the devil’s games
In spite of all the devil’s games
Let’s play a little game of our own
Inside our little club
To point and laugh at Beelzebub
In spite of all the devil’s games
In spite of all the devil’s games
You are what you are and you
Know everything there is to know
So let me know you too, again
In spite of all the devil’s games
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You forged down my signature
To sell soul my to pay the rent
I followed you along La Trobe
To see what else you tried to spend
And you cried, and you bit your lip
As you tried complicating it
But the demon wasn't paid
We did hide enough to pray
I'm that tired, I can see
The fabric of this plain in fray
While you set up your overlocker
Hem the sheet you caused to sway
But you froze when you tried to make
Some clothes from the veil
I implored you leave alone
So you wait 'til I'm not home
But the angels grounded long ago
Could use the pasture that you keep
I'm confined a cell in Pakenham
Terraforming hell within your reach
And you screamed as moscato heaved
And your spleen lost its quantity
And there was nothing I could do
'Cause you changed your number too
You woke up refreshed that morning
Unbeknownst o' night before
I waved to you in South Wharf
Only noticing your forehead's mark
And I puked, and I prayed for you
You rebuked, said 'away with you'
But I raved to clean your head
'Til some bishops shot me dead
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Happy
03:31
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Tender embraces run their course
With many apologetic gestures
Beginning to teeter in its measure
And finally spilling on the floor
Try to preserve the bits that crack
Stuffing them in my linty pockets
If I can attempt to piece them back
Then I will gather every fragment
But I have diseased you
I really made immaturity wrong
Wait around to feed you
Taking up the world
A ball and chain to be your song
I have diseased you
Finally proved I’m the one who’s insane
Wish that I could be with you
And shake this shy addiction of renewing all my pain
Sore malnutrition eats my toes
But I can replace their functions
To walk with assisting voices
Suggesting I do things like before
I’m getting better at forgetting
Hope that forgetfulness relieves me
I just want me to believe me
Can’t concentrate when I am praying
But I have diseased you
I really made immaturity wrong
Wait around to feed you
Taking up the world
A ball and chain to be your song
I have diseased you
Finally proved I’m the one who’s insane
Wish that I could be with you
So I won’t ever have to feel my feelings once again
But you are so wonderful
I am so happy
I fucking love you so
I am so happy
I’m just so happy you were born
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deserve this?
00:42
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If you couldn't pardon me
I wouldn't know what to do
I wouldn't know what to do
I wouldn't know what to do
My error's plain to see
For that much it is true
For that much it is true
For that much it is true
And if you couldn't pardon me
The sun shall turn away
My heart will meet retirement
And freeze inside the shade
The blunders known and hid
Is burden I can't bear
Is burden I can't bear
Is burden I can't bear
I wonder if these sins
Are far beyond repair?
Are far beyond repair
Are far beyond repair
For if you couldn't pardon me
My life shall take repose
Salvation will be allegories
Of things that I don't know
I hope to find my feet
Upon your welcome mat
Upon your welcome mat
Upon your welcome mat
'Cause I cannot believe
I'm never coming back
I'm never coming back
I'm never coming back
And if you couldn't pardon me
Then I'll no longer press
But I don't know if I will ever
Find my place of rest
If you couldn't pardon me
I wouldn't know what to do
I wouldn't know what to do
I wouldn't know what to do
And if you couldn't pardon me
I wouldn't know what to do
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Animal Pharma Melbourne, Australia
I am Animal Pharma.
Studio Albums:
Zygoat – 29
July 2014
Evergreen Civil War – 10 August 2014
Pantomeme – 11 October 2014
Light of a Hard – 28 March 2015
The Vuuz – 10 May 2015
Mazel – 1 November
Joseph Phase – 29 July 2018
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