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Who R U?
03:35
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Who are you and what are you worth?
Who are you and what on earth?
I came here to spit out smoke streams
All my subjects come to breathe them in
Oh oh, what a delicate demise
I didn’t know they let your type in
Goes to show how saccharine beauty can change you
Even though you are a small thing
I’ve dealt with smaller things
My red carpet has a crown, knighted out the womb
Remove your shoes before you kneel down
To genuflect in front of the women I felt underground
Say my name in vain every Sunday to save face
You’re not clear of the charges yet
Catch up to the grizzly nature
Of my kingdom, hope vacations for days on
End to escape a crumbling maison
Cozy up to every warden
Seven sins, no cash reward or free parking
Even though it’s such a small thing
Been offered smaller things
My red carpet has a crown, knighted out the womb
Remove your shoes before you kneel down
To genuflect in front of the women I felt underground
Say my name in vain every Sunday to save face
Everybody here wants to be you
You’re pretty, pale, undusted too
The future’s dim for my doe-eyed friend
Hopefully you’ll orbit again
Give them what they want, give them what they want
Give them what they want, give me what I want
My red carpet has a crown, knighted out the womb
Remove your shoes before you kneel down
To genuflect in front of the women I felt underground
Say my name in vain every Sunday to save face
You’re not clear of the charges yet
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Hercule
03:54
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A party animal is just a stray dog in disguise
I stay home, write lists of long lost lovers to pass the time
Don’t read the classics ‘cause I’d have written them better
Don’t fuck around with younger folks ‘cause bills are what make me wetter
I tend to dress to display more flesh than cloth
Everyone in the business knows that’s how you get to the top
Before you sob and say your mellow is harshed
I want you to know there’s a beat in my heart
I’m every cliché of a villain there is
But somebody out there is so much more than into it and
I’m intimate with a boy named Hercule
He teaches me truths that you’d never want to know
I’m intimate with a boy whose cold blood turns me on
Sometimes I make him cry but I think it’s all for show
Every last one of my friends are scared for my health
I beat her battered and bruised out of respect for myself
I cut my teeth on the concept injustice is law
Why cut your teeth on a concept when you can unhinge your jaw?
Before you sob and say your mellow is harshed
I want you to know there’s a beat in my heart
I’m every cliché of a villain there is
But somebody out there is so much more than into it and
I’m intimate with a boy named Hercule
He teaches me truths that you’d never want to know
I’m intimate with a boy whose cold blood turns me on
Sometimes I make him cry but I know he’s in control
And here we go, I fell in love with someone who can’t comprehend
A single human feeling, yeah my new boyfriend is of reptilian descent
Oh woe is me, I got way too attached to some strange deity
I think I’m going crazy, just trying to keep up with everybody
No, I can’t keep up with anybody
I’m intimate with a boy named Hercule
He spat a pickup line in tongues and I was his
I’m intimate with a boy who’s slightly vampiric
He’s got a square jaw, Russian Red on his lips
I’m intimate with a boy named Hercule
He teaches me truths that you’d never want to know
I’m intimate with a boy whose cold blood turns me on
Sometimes I make him cry but no one has to know
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Male Model
02:47
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This is not a test
I’m sending out a PS, SOS
This is not a thank you
But this could be a thank you
I’m very well aware
You never went through the training to handle
All of my tantrums
And late nights and breakthroughs and headaches and meltdowns
You can’t talk to me that way
My brother’s the prettiest boy on the block
Christmas, we’ll go to Amsterdam
Where the beer is cheap and so is talk
I am such a fake
I could have sworn "spawn of" was your first name
Wasn’t on the test
Will this be on a test?
Every Sunday night I cry
In front of a mirror to recognize
I am still a golden god
My sibling’s not a god
You can’t talk to me that way
My brother’s the prettiest boy on the block
Christmas, we’ll go to Amsterdam
Where the beer is cheap and so is talk
I want you to know the parcel is on its way with a ribbon in back
I want you to know my brother was a male model, isn’t that impressive?
I want you to know the ribbon is on its way in the back of a parcel
I want you to know you could never be a male model, you could never be a young boy
You can’t talk to me that way
My brother’s the prettiest boy on the block
Christmas, we’ll go to Amsterdam
Where the beer is cheap and so is talk
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Pretty Void
03:31
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I’m at a loss for words
Please tell me things can’t get much worse
The sky opened its mouth
Only a pretty void came out
I never said that the world was kind
But that’s how it was read by the god divine
And I can’t take it back
Like I can’t get her back
‘Cause I tried
If I acquired a sense of trust I’d trade it in
Nothing is less useful to a heartless piece of skin
These days I try to hide from
The sun creeping through the blinds
But nothing reminds me more of you than golden light
A pretty void is nothing new
A pretty boy is such bad news
I want to be with you
I want to be cut loose
A pretty void is nothing new
A pretty boy is such bad news
I want to be with you
I want to be cut loose from this
Pretty void
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