DARKNET

by llewsor

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released October 3, 2015

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Track Name: ODE to the MILLENNIALS, MAYBE
I don't go to the discotheque
But I caught his dick through text
Left my love of the other world
Out there there's nothing left

Clubs, festivals, arenas,
Stadiums are lame,
Unless outside has wifi
I might stay inside all day
Why?

'cause I don't care
Write about my fucking apathy,
I don't care.
Blah, blah, blah, entitlement,
I don't care

Why should I go to the discotheque
I'm scripting love through text
Spitting salt behind my door
You salivate my death

But I'll be busy dancing wearing
Nothing but my name out
I love myself so much,
And if you don't--fuck off, hey!

'cause I don't care
Really don’t, Really don’t — care

Write about my fucking apathy,
I don't care.
Blah, blah, blah, entitlement,
I don't care

Am I a keyboard warrior?
Or maybe you're the one
Sniping at your kids
Snarking pixelated guns

Am I a keyboard warrior?
Or maybe you're the one
Stealing from the kids
Stinging us for having none
Track Name: the CONTEMPORARY WOMAN
Not cold-footed
I can be cold-blooded
The temperature flips—
A knife and you’re gutted
Too damn dirt to join my team
Bleach your sleeve
Skin unclean

Built from bones
of the homebound wife
Oh, mercy me! Mercy: my vice
Penchant for saying
not nice things twice,
shoes can’t shine, my love ice
How I like

Girls crack slippers
Grab the broken glass
Crave to cut the king
He tried to get past—
Those` boys in the shade
Can’t come near
No one cries for your outskirts

Hunt my head, hate my breath
hit my heart, lick my breast
lips of your kingdom
kissing my heels
I don't wanna know
how your outskirts feel

Quick life living for the human gun
You writ rules, I rule ritz: run
Long tooth, big mouth, both bit dust
I lack love? you love like—

You must not wanna see
nor wanna be me
We stampede on your PC screen
Licking laws like lozenges
Flaunting, flossing out flawlessness

Girls crack slippers
Grab the broken glass
crave to cut the king
He tried to get past—
Those boys in the shade?
It’s me they fear
No one comes for my outskirts here

Hunt my head, hate my breath
hit my heart, lick my breast
lips of your kingdom
kissing my heels
I don't wanna know
how your outskirts feel

So you wanna talk shop
of the blood we spill?
Track Name: NITROGLYCERINE TUNES
NITROGLYCERINE TUNES

One day I will be more lovely than you
Today I am but a bit in my obituary
Kissing real quick
leaving lips barbecued
Only I sing nitroglycerine tunes

And you won't wanna dance
When you find my metal grooves
You won't wanna dance
Without bulletproof shoes

I stage a pretty scene
When the questions cut
Quick love living
For the human gun

And I don't want to reload
But I am losing ammo

To the chambers of my heart
Chambers in my hand
I make love
But pound point blank

And you won't wanna screw,
When you feel my metal grooves
You won't wanna fuck me
Fear I’ll shoot through you

I stage a pretty scene
Where the questions cut
Then I pop-pop-pop
I’m a human gun.

Your skin-tight skin
I can penetrate deep
Post-coital screams
Into perennial sleep.

Then I'll fabricate a scene,
When the questions cut,
I’m a human...

I dreamt a silly dream,
Where I broke that bluff,
But I pop-pop-pop
Blew the best of my guts
Track Name: INTERNET BOY vs. GIRLS
How many girls
can I wrap around my finger
If I don't wanna finger one at all?

I know the gameplay
I don’t wanna talk
Gut shot
When I won’t install

Are you afraid
That I am not afraid
When fear is all you've got?

Am I self-aware,
Or aware that I don’t care?
I don't care when I'm aware of all

The girls don't like me
None of them are proud of me
I'm not the boy they want
The girls don't like me
But I need their liking
Or I will become
Unpopular

How many girls
Do I really wanna finger
When I type with ten?

I know how to pose
I know how to flash,
But I think too much, I think

Are you afraid
That I am not afraid
When fear is all you've got?

Am I self-aware,
Or aware that I don’t care?
Never mind, I don't have a self at all.

(Yet still an individual, right?)

The girls don't like me
None of them are proud of me
I'm not the boy they want
The girls don't like me
But I need their liking
Or I will become

Nothing without all your likes
I just want your eye--
honestly would rather rip them out your fucking head
But for now I will feed you lies

Because I don’t want to be unpopular
And I know you'll never like me
You will never be my friend

But, baby, in this day and age
I don't give a damn

Your girl don't like me
None of them are proud of me
I'm not the boy you want
Your girl don't like me
But I need her liking
Or I will be done
Track Name: the SOCIALLY ANXIOUS FLAMETHROWER
Cut your iris
If those eyelids shut on me
Teardrops do not…
Sprung only to freeze

My gaps scream out
But the hollowness sings sweet
Chewed on my heart
ever since I saw the start
I swell on my own teeth

Nothing else fills me, I am my need
I am that I eat
I’ve not another mouth
to sell support
I’ve not another mouth to feed

Nobody taught me
to swim through the river where
small sparks, last lights
line up to drown
No steps to follow
I march through flames
Every step a trailblazer
burned through the ground

Gasoline tightrope
with no net on which to fall
Every atlas I held with trust
Helped me to withdraw

So I spit fire
I can’t swallow my smoke
Flamethrower baby knows no light,
But still can light bone

Nobody taught me this life of autonomy
“Sink or swim,” they said,
sticking lead to my feet
Nobody taught me this life of autonomy
"Sink or swim" they said,
"But we'd rather see you dead."
Track Name: CAR FUN??
'Cause I don't give a damn
If you squirm in your seat
"Sex is a sin"
Is so last week
I know what I want
And you want me, too/to
Fucking unzip
And let that big boy through

Excuse me, sir
But I don't really care
Don't kiss my neck
Don’t touch my hair
I know what I want
And you want me, too
Drop the coy shit
Pick up your big boy

‘Cause I don't want your big talk
I just wanna hard rock
Rock this car
You don't have to drive
To take me far
We can have fun in the car

Get it?

Do you fear my tongue
Or fear your own?
Baby, you know what you want
You just let it go
Why don't you let it grow, hm?
I know what I want,
And you want me to… do…

You know I don’t want your name,
Your wit, dumb; love, lame,
Just shut that fucking mouth
And push that big — through, oh

I don't want your big talk
I just wanna hard rock
Rock this car
You don't have to drive
To take me far
We can have fun in the car

Get it?

I don't want your big talk
Shut the fuck up
I just wanna rock this car
You don't have to drive
To take me far
We can fuck wild in the car
We can have fun in the car
Track Name: YOU'RE* BABY
Hold me
Gently

Be my
Cradle

I don't care about the things you say
I just want to hear your voice, please

Hold me
Hurt me

Be my
Bruises

I don't think about the pain just
Keep your fingers on my skin

Don't let go, don't let me go,
Choke me from within

Hold me
Gently

Be my
Cradle
(I wanna be your baby again)

Hold me
Hurt me

Be my
Bruises
(I wanna be your bitch again)

I might die for your stare,
Knowing well those eyes do not care

Open up your lips
Spit on me

Feed me

Be my cradle
I'm your baby
Take me back
I'm your baby
Suffocate me
I'm your baby
Look at me
Look at me
Track Name: the CATFISH & the WEEABOO
Look at me
I'm such a basket case
A thousand illnesses
On my about me page

Look at me

Look at me
I'm such a basket case
Everyone's accepting
And I'm still displaced

Look at me

Look at me
I'm such a basket case
Astronaut untethered
In the digital space

Looking for love
Still afraid to send face
Another weeaboo bitch
Of the internet age

Look at me

I do not appropriate
when trying to belong
Typing, clicking
What can go wrong

Looking for love
Still afraid to send face
Another weeaboo bitch
Of the internet age.

Look at me

Catfish, catfish
please come out
We won't beat you down
You just gotta look pretty!

Catfish, catfish
Come out now!
We won't beat you down
We will give you everything
But only for your beauty

Look at me
I'm such a basket case
All I am is tethered
To the digital cage

So kiss me through the screen
While I hold my breath
Another catfish bitch
Dies an electronic, electric death

Look at me

(Be my cradle
I'm your baby
Take me back
I'm your baby
Suffocate me
I'm your baby
Look at me
Look at me)
Track Name: FUNERAL SELFIE PSYCHOS
I visit the slaughterhouse
For takeaway meals
How can you expect
My disconnect to ever heal?

Childhood:
I never read what I write
Pressured by a metal man
Always in sight
History? White
Teacher? White
Multiple choice
There is only one right

I am taught
That I am wrong
So be like Jesus
And He looked on
Hanged from a wall
He looked on and on
And on and on
And on

"Be like metal Jesus"
So now I am:
I'll forgive you… maybe

I was chained to a ship
That was built to sink
You fucking old people
Never taught me how to swim
Broke the whole Earth
Said, "Clean it up, kid!
Put you in a diaper,
So you owe us this shit

Sorry there's no money
We have spent it all on bombs
To blow apart your friend
With whom we couldn't get along!
Just go and get a job
It’s not that hard
You just need experience
To get a job that gives experience

And get a good degree
That you won’t ever need
Tuition will kill
But, living ain’t free!
Just make that money
Make that money
Make that money
Get cash for me

Oh, and women are equal
there is only one right
Oh, and accept all people
there is only one right
Be anything you want, kid
It is your life!"
Then why does my exam say
Only one right?

"Just be like metal Jesus"
So now I am:
I’ll forgive you
And get my revenge

We’re all a bunch of psycho
Lazy slobs
Trawling through the internet
All day long!

Funeral selfies,
Vapid dumb kids
Showing some tits
Like a covered up bitch!
Track Name: SUPERFINE
What’s an anchor
to a ship equipped with rockets?

I overheat
when there’s too much to delete

Defeatist quick,
I totally deserve

I shutdown;
Your winning isn’t worth it

I fire blind
I never not attack

I know surprise
my size sighs slack.

Oh, what a mess,
But we break so clean,
Looking our best
When addressed so mean

I look my best,
Undressed unseen

I wanna disappear

Smoulder swift
I lit with no regret
I sink softly
through a limitless depth
Safe, soundless, turn toes tough
’til I skirt bluffs, I will sure enough…

Give up and let go
Let my hollow show
Although I’m made to hang
the rope is lovely

And if the brightest sun
does have the shortest run
I’ll sew myself in stars
lie about my light like…

We’re superfine
calling our cuts deluxe
and all the burns sublime
We're superfine
I lick my rot, throw the thought
Then role play divine

We're superfine
I lick my rot then throw the thought
Until I am divine

I look my best
Undressed unseen

We are superfine