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DEAD DISCO
02:00
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DEAD DISCO! DEAD DISCO!
DEAD FUCKING DISCO!
MANIPULATION!
EMACIATION!
MANIPULATION!
COPROPHAGIA!
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GAY DEATH
05:52
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GAY!
DEATH!
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WE LOVE YOU . . . !
03:53
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How about some common decency?
Talk about some fucking compassion?
Just take a look at the facts
Let me paint you a perfect fucking picture
You must have known
since you birthed the little faggot
You carried him for 9 months
And then some
And After all he did come from you
A mother ought to fucking know
Endless projectile vomiting
Encopresis stains
All those blank stares
Guttural cries and cold saliva
You knew it all from the fucking start
Didn’t you?
You must’ve felt it as he slid out of you
Aspirating amniotic blood
Disjointed and unhinged
Or did you just drop him on his fucking face
During one of the last episodes?
Another late night with your mouth wrapped around the old crow’s neck
Or at least that’s what you’ll say
At least that’s what you’ll call it
For all the pointless house calls,
The hallway tantrums,
Rooms that reek old piss and dried shit
The useless efforts to whip a boy into shape
The useless efforts to whip that boy into shape
So what’s it all really mean to you now?
Training up my child in the way he should go
Go, go back to your spot
Now move,
Get over here, closer, closer,
Don’t make me come over there
Sit up straight, stop all that smiling,
Straighten up come on now
Don’t you balk at me
Didn’t they teach you?
Chin up, shoulders back,
Stop all that slouching
You truly are your mothers child aren’t you
Stop all that smiling,
Shut off that game,
Or I’ll take it away from you,
Those things have a way
Of making little boys funny
It’s just like they always said
Steers and queers am I right?
You miserable creature
Pathetic stinking waste
Malicious compliance and urine-soaked Levis!
You were such an incorrigible little fucking
(unintelligible)
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(Dad persona)
Rhinestone coke-nosed
Methadone twinks
Pierced septums
Severed frenulums
And Amyl nitrate sores
Infected with pus
Cigarette burns in the bedsheets
Pabst blue ribbon sissy hypnosis
And chastity cage white claw cucks
American spirits and a microKORG
Coated in Coagulated cat piss
Pussy whipped by Skinny Jean junkies with
Methamphetamine ass cheeks
And a consciousness like the smell of raw ether
Head empty
No thoughts
Vacancy no fucking vacancy
(Mom persona)
Introducing another freezing thermometer
Hot Blood rushing to the fucking skull
Gobs And gobs of petroleum jelly
You might sense a light
Pressure
This is completely normal
If it aches just relax
Come on now
Pretty soon
it’ll all be over
I thought you men enjoyed pain?
At least That’s what I was told
Look directly at me
I can make the weakness
Leave your body
I can make you more than what you were before
And I’ll leave you with something better
And I will make you
fucking
love me for it
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Always be aware of your exits,
Stay keen to your surroundings,
Never go anywhere alone,
Especially not at night,
Diffused with toxic fumes,
WHO LEFT THE FUCKING STOVE ON!?
ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKING KILL SOMEBODY!?
Blame!
I teach you how to place blame,
Now all you do is revel in the shame,
I place blame for you,
Someone's tears places blame,
And you too will do the fucking same!
As of right now. . .
Dissociate so profound
As of right now. . .
Breathing your non-existence
Where to find it now!?
As if it will expunge the guilt,
as if it will change a fucking thing,
as if one day you will dissociate so profoundly that you'll come back a more likable person,
Think of why you're here in the first place,
Bucket of worms,
Useless bait,
WHO LEFT THE FUCKING STOVE ON!?
WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL SOMEBODY!?
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IMPULSE
02:24
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HAVE YOU NO SELF-CONTROL?
CONTORTED WRISTS TWIST AND BREAK
KNEES BUCKLE JERK AND SNAP
SNAP SNAP BACK
BACK
BACK TO YOUR IMPULSES
HOMOPHOBIC IMPULSES
JUST PUT YOURSELF IN MY POSITION
DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO
POSE THE FUCKING QUESTION?
WATCH ME NOW, WATCH ME
I’LL STRIP IT ABSOLUTELY BARE FOR YOU
YOU DON’T ACTUALLY TRUST HIM DO YOU?
ALONE
WITH YOUR HUSBANDS?
WHAT ABOUT YOUR BROTHERS?
OR YOUR OWN PRECIOUS LITTLE BOYS?
COME ON NOW, LOOK HERE,
SEE THE FUCKING TRUTH OF IT
IF YOUR MIND CONJURES
SHRIVELED HANDS
MOVING CARESSINGLY TOWARDS
IMMACULATE BOY FLESH
COATED IN MOTOR OIL
AND DIPPED FOR FLEAS AND TICKS
LOOK HERE, WATCH ME NOW
DOES THE THOUGHT EVER CROSS YOUR MIND?
LIKE THE MARIANA TRENCHES
DON’T YOU KNOW
WHAT’S LIVING DOWN THERE?
IS IT ANOTHER SIGN
THAT YOU’RE LOSING
YOUR FUCKING GRIP?
IS THIS YOU?
LINGERING BEHIND EVERY DARK CORNER?
WEAKLY COWERING BENEATH
THE SULLEN FACES UNDER GLASS
THE VERY ONES YOU HATED THE MOST
IS THIS YOU?
PREPARING ANOTHER PISS-POOR MEAL
FANTASIZING OF UNLIKELY ACCIDENTS
AND REHEARSING YOUR RESPONSES
WHY DON’T YOU JUST
MAKE A FUCKING CHOICE
YOU ALWAYS SAID IT WAS BACK THEN
WITH YOUR FEELINGS TIED TO A POST
MADE TO PULL ITSELF TIGHTER AND TIGHTER
YOUR WRIST JERKS
KNEES TWIST AND SNAP
IT JERKS IT FUCKING JERKS IT
FEEL IT
JERKS TO YOUR
JERKS
IT JERKS TO YOUR
IMPULSES
HOMOPHOBIC IMPULSES
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7. |
SHOCK MECHANISM
08:01
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