1. |
Cookie Jar
01:04
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2. |
Stolen Valor
02:17
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I’ve been burnt by
Too many to count
It gets hilarious
At this point I can’t pout
I’m the last one
Wishing in the oil well
As it spills I decay
Fogging smell, overtaking me
Taste the blood of your tombstone
Feel the dirt on the ground
Suffocate the last breath,
distant hums and voices alike
I want to bring
You all with me
I want to bring
You all with me
I dropped my ego in the trash
I dropped my ego in the trash
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3. |
Betrayal On Ice
00:40
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Look at my face, find me what you can say
You don’t respect me, get out of my way
Call me a faggot, I’ll kill for my family
Again and again and again and a break
Kill Uncle Sam
Kill Uncle Sam
Put it together and try to be sane
Bullshit never needed anything
Bullshit webs in my skull
Bullshit tell me I’m a hypocrite
Bullshit take a fuckin pill
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4. |
Cushion For The Pushin'
01:26
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graves burning in flames
throw me in the fire
stretch me ‘til im thin
festered remains
boiled fragments in decay
honor
disembodied, splintered face
extinction’s here to stay
its ash, char, soiled
bodily remains
organs, vessels, veins,
flushed down the drain
lead on lead
cushion for pain
red on red
flooding like rain
acetone mixture
funneled down my throat
trials of anger
to see if i choke
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5. |
The Labrador Store
00:52
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every time you talk to me, i only see red flags
to tell you the truth it’s better for me to be alone
trying to cope with the trauma that is given from hearing you speak
binded by everything that puts me on hold
i can dream
of you being gone
pigs can’t fly
eyes open in bed
i don’t care about offending you
you’re the poster boy of human trash
in denial
in denial
in denial
in denial
you left scars
trapping me
shaken
never flourishing
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6. |
Super Creatine
01:56
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Interupted by the veiws
Of men who I'm not
Careful what you wish for
Sheild me from the truth
Testaments of burning worlds
Pointing at severed heads
Conjuring nothing more
Lifeless being, self absorbed
Try to recharge the rest
Tell the herd, nothing less
The smell of blood, my skin melts
No relief, except for hell
Pretend it's not a matter of contention
Towards the subject at hand
Its scary to watch the apparition
That sheilds us from the truth
In recent years the struggle of correcting myself
Is going to eventually fall in my face for caring to much, I guess
That's why I can't stop thinking
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7. |
You Can't Come Up Front
02:31
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I am so focus on calling out
Before taking the time to reflect on myself
Stomp egos of all oppressors
The last I saw my best friend
He struck my skull for being anxious around him
fucked on the couch
revising remorse
killing the urge
staring away from the past
running over
cis dudes in the way
of my pleasure, my self care
my brain everyday
i will cut them to bits
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Kissies Asbury Park, New Jersey
queer skram
kevy - guitar
luke - bass
kim - drums
angley - guitar
hakim - synth
QUIET YEAR RECORDS 2020
Kissies recommends:
important, cathartic, visceral
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queer and self-aware black metal from new england
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