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Recorded January 12-14, 2022 at Sonance Studios in Austin TX
lyrics
I beg your pardon but
Just what the fuck do you think you’re
accomplishing
Playing up the parasitic cheapskate
While you post those self-deprecating jokes
Fabricating another piss-perfect persona
So you can rehash more drunk blurred versions of events
Hasn’t your insolence and stupidity cost you enough already, shithead
Doesn’t your lack of self-awareness fucking disgust you
To the point of physical sickness
Doesn’t it ever make you fucking ill
Fucking accustomed to the smell of old piss
This must be another one of your slow periods
While you recoup and posture yourself for another cringe whack at it
Fake more interest so people might pay you a passing thought
For what?
So you can go on pretending this is public school
and we all owe you some kind of clemency
Fuck off
I can’t fucking remember it all either
The most memorable part of it being the one where we stayed behind to clean your fucking mess
And that’s not even the half of it
That’s not even the start
Answer me this: Who was it that had the countless opportunities to leave you to die
And yet still brought you back to your disgusting place
Did you think that was out of obligation or pity
Did you think it was to avoid your pointless derision
Just say it you were fixated
And you knew it would never happen
So you did everything to control whatever you could
And you’ll say that you hate it
While you carry it around with you in your pocket
Just so strangers will know what you’re talking about, shithead
So go on pretending you could never
Fake a faulty memory
Chalk it up to your shitty nature
As if I ever imagined your bloated sullen body
Out of anything other than cheap sick curiosity
You know what
I’m going to fucking say it
I don’t care that you got beaten