Burnt popcorn seeds vaguely taste like watermelon Maybe it's a texture thing or perhaps I'm just craving To have some watermelon so I'm just thinking about it And whatever is in my mouth reminds me of it Kind of like whenever I think about pineapple I feel the acidity on the roof of my mouth And every time that I have some pineapple It's not half as acidic as I seem to have recalled So maybe I should just not take my memories for granted Cause if and when I grow old I'll probably lose them all Maybe I'll just misremember the taste of pineapple Or I won't recognize my own reflection in the pond And maybe next time I have some watermelon I will find It tastes nothing like the burnt popcorn seeds I had last time And maybe next time I have some pineapple I will see How sweet a taste it'd be to share with my chosen family Burnt popcorn seeds vaguely taste like watermelon Maybe it's a texture thing or perhaps I'm just craving To have some watermelon so I'm just thinking about it And whatever is in my mouth reminds me of it And whatever is in my mouth reminds me of it

Don't cry, don't you cry Don't cry because, I know you'll be alright Memories from the past, When I was sexually harrassed, It's too late for me to call blame Cause I don't remember names But I was, isolated, I was, alienated, I was made to be the fool Even though I thought I was kinda cool I had this one so-called friend This tough chubby black kid I went to his house one time And he jacked off in front of me That was really gross and weird It was under the desk so I couldn't really tell What he was doing till I thought about it later And somehow I was the faggot He kept me around for his amusement I just wanted to not feel like a shoe-in But I was his punching bag And also somehow I was the fag Everybody there called me that ... I mean they were right but still it hurts, yeah Memories from the past, When I was sexually harrassed, I escaped through the internet, But my cynicism grew from it I was, isolated, I was, alienated, My one, only true friend was the weird kid I wonder how he's doing But it's been too long for me to really call Yes, it's been far too long for me to call Says there's a reason Says there's a reason Says there's a reason Says there's a reason God says there's a reason God says there's a reason God says there's a reason God says there's a reason And I don't know if that's true Yes I don't know anymore if that's true And I don't know anymore if god has a plan Does he have a plan for us? Oh, I don't know if god has a plan Does he have a plan for us? Oh, I don't know if god has a plan Does he have a plan for us?! Does he have a plan for us?! Does he have a plan for us?! Us... Does he have a plan for us?! Does he have a plan for us? Does he have a plan for us?

Please, oh butcher I have a request Would you rid me of my vessel of flesh? You'll be doing a great service to all of our friends It's not cannibalism cause I'm not human Oh please, burn all my hairs off Oh please, peel my whole face off I can't stand my own mortal coil Then you can cook it with tin foil Pack it all up and serve to Sir Doyle He's one of my closest friends Over the 90 years he's been dead Don't know what'll happen cause God has been gone Or he stopped caring at all cause I'm here on this earth I'm just canner beef I don't even deserve me Please just grind me up and immolate me I can't look in the mirror cause it's filled with those snakes I can't even look down cause I'll see my disgrace I can't even speak cause I'll intone it all wrong There's no true god of hope so I wanna be gone So please, burn all my hairs off Oh please, peel my whole face off I'm a freak, perfectly normal If you do it I won't contribute To the forty-one they use as rebuke I'll just be a common casualty They'll mark my grave wrong and that's my legacy So please, burn all my hairs off Oh please, peel my whole face off I'm a freak, perfectly normal If you do it I won't contribute To the forty-one they use as rebuke I'll just be a common casualty They'll mark my grave wrong and that's my legacy

I've been missing you more lately and I don't know why Is it cause you're closer than ever and I'm not doing too fine? Maybe it's a breaking point or what my mind wants to believe All I know for sure is that I want you next to me And I've been losing sleep (One, two, three, four!) Day in day out seems that I cannot comprehend Every little thing's a risk and the reward is to live Dirty, unwashed, strapped for cash is how my spirit exists Felt like I'm up for Jackson Review cause all I see's a bitter end Until you come around Pick me up when I'm down I've been missing you more lately and I don't know why Is it because you're closer than ever and I'm not doing too fine? Maybe it's a breaking point or what my mind wants to believe All I know for sure is that I want you next to me And I've been losing sleep Love me, help me, hug me, talk to me, write more verbs for this verse for me Hold me, make it warm when it's so cold, your body heat's enough to be comfortable I apologize for when I go in a frizz, I apologize that commute's so expensive Then I start complaining, raving and ranting Next thing you know I'm borderline crashing! Until you come around Pick me up when I'm down I've been missing you more lately and I don't know why Is it because you're closer than ever and I'm not doing too fine Maybe it's a breaking point or what my mind wants to believe All I know for sure is that I want you next to me And I've been losing sleep I've been losing sleep!

I think I'd rather be at home Than to watch the football on TV I think I'd rather be at home Than to be here on this small settee Things are rocking at Heather's party I think we're going to have a ball Who's that puking in the garden? Who's that up against the wall? I don't think that you like me much So why on Earth are you trying to talk to me? I don't think that you know my name So why on Earth do you want my sympathy? Things are rocking at Heather's party I think we're going to have a ball Who's that puking in the garden? Who's that up against the wall? I'm not a party boy, I don't Know any party tricks, and now Here I am with this girl discussing Masturbation and politics, oh please Why don't you leave us alone? I don't Want another sausage roll, oh please Why don't you go away before I Punch you in the face today? I think I'd rather be at home...

Essa vida tá cheia de tristeza Esta vida, cheio do mal Mas tem uma certa coisa A mais triste, que eu já vi É uma coisa tão envergonhosa Me dá medo de até falar O problema da nossa história É punheteiro pro hentaizão Vai punheteiro, vai! Vai punheteiro, vai! Vai punheteiro, vai! Vai punheteiro, vai! Vai punheteiro, mão Vai punheteiro, meu irmão (meu irmão, meu irmão, meu irmão, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma!) Vai punheteiro, vai! Vai punheteiro, vai! Ô punheteiro, punheteiro meu irmão Cê já bateu uma pra namorada 2D hoje? Ein meu irmão, ein? Por acaso, só por curiosidade, cê já sentiu o toque de uma mulher, ein? Ah mas você não precisa, né? Cê não precisa, já que tem seus, seus, seus, seus, seus hentaizinho aí, né? Cê não precisa, não! Não precisa de o toque de uma mulher não, ein? Deus abençoe aqueles artistas, né punheteiro? Aqueles artistas tão talentosos, usando seu talento pra desenhar aquelas deliciosas coxas, né punheteiro? Aquelas deliciosas coxas, né? Ahh!! O punheteiro, ele só acorda E já vai pro computador Ele passa seus dias na mão direita E vai dormir no seu porão Vai punheteiro, vai Vai punheteiro, vai Vai punheteiro, vai Vai punheteiro, vai Vai punheteiro, mão Vai punheteiro, meu irmão Meu irmão, meu irmão, meu irmão, mão mão mão mão mão mão mão mão Vai punheteiro, vai Vai punheteiro, vai, vai, vai, vai, vai (O echo, né?) Ô punheteiro, punheteiro meu irmão Cê já saiu do porão hoje, ein punheteiro? A mãe tem que vim limpar isso aí cara Fedor é esse? Sei lá. Que bosta é essa? Cheiro de mijo, bosta... porra né? Literalmente! Porra, punheteiro! Dá vergonha, né? Dá vergonh- (???) ah, fazer o que, né? Só por curiosidade, você já viu a luz do dia punheteiro? Você já viu a luz do dia? Sabe? Não sei se você viu, já, já esqueceu, né? Porra, que fedor!! Aliás, que bosta é essa? Que revista é essa? ... Cara, essa menina parece que tem uns... oito anos, que bosta é essa cara? Ah, dragão de nove mil anos? Ah, sa- lógico, né? Dragão de nove mil anos parece, menininha assim. Cê tá- Porra punheteiro, vou chamar a polícia em você! Wee-woo, wee-woo, wee-woo!

Doggy here, doggy here Sitting on my bone (wait, no, that's not right) Hey doggy here, doggy here Stop chewing on my throat Hey doggy here, doggy here Looking on the floor Hey doggy here, doggy here See the writing on the wall Don't want ya here no more, be gone Be gone, be gone Oh, why are we feeling sad? Oh, Noah's dog gone mad Oh, (???) away Oh, it will return some day Doggy here, toss a stick Run over there Doggy here, stay distracted With anxious laws Doggy here, doggy here Gnawing on my brain Hey doggy here, doggy here Keep me from the plane ...the barking, avoid the pain Frenzied barking, to repeat the refrain Refrain, refrain Oh, why are we feeling sad? Oh, Noah's dog gone mad Oh, never went away So... oh, ruin me and flay Doggy here, doggy here Pet my head please Doggy here, doggy here I need to eat Doggy here, doggy here Give me a treat Doggy here, doggy here Are you me? Let me go home Leave me alone Oh, why are we feeling sad? Oh, Noah's dog gone mad Oh, rabbits on a field Oh, what is it they yield?

Let's round up the evidence, gather up the facts I'm a restless energy and you can't relax Met up for the hell of it just to try our luck Now it's become evident we're too scared to fuck (Hi!) These are not the circumstances i thought i'd end up in But here i somehow find a decent peace of mind Secure in having no idea where i'm going They said you'll never work out You're scatterbrained and hopeless And that you've got no marketable skills But i think I'll do fine Cause these two eyes of mine Are full of stars and hope and time to kill Cause it took so long to grow up Wasn't worth the wait We just stood in line for hours Just to save the date All my patience has worn off, my tolerance grows thin I can't stand the air no more, it's wearing down my skin I've been burying myself in sedatives and either Moving east and west but never forward So if i don't get up, and push myself enough I'll just end up right back to where we started so Let's round up the evidence and tally up the truth I'm an angsty household cat untamed and fireproof Left town for the hell of it just to try my luck So if this doesn't work out baby i'm completely fucked!

My fingerprints are getting burned off From using the too hot touchpad Of my MacBook Pro As I casually scroll through The fetish-based forum Of which I am an active member I promise I will never use the term anthro-fiction When describing your body of work And I promise I will never stop overusing superlative words Like rad or awesome... Because you always work on Thursday night And I need something else to analyze I'm making a fortune, painting you a portrait of the artist While I'm waiting for these updates to upload Let me talk for just a minute about your use I don't remember this bar I don't remember the words To the second verse But that's okay As long as I keep on singing And you don't really understand me And I my slur my words a bit So that you think I'm saying something of value But even though I'm not I'm literally just saying That as a performer I'm very unreliable Because you always work on Thursday night And I need something else to analyze I'm making a fortune, painting you a portrait of the artist (E agora, é minha parte preferida. Não é original né, mas eu gosto de fazer. Se vocês reconhecerem, canta junto, faz o que quer, né? Não sou sua mãe pra mandar em vocês.) My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so, and this I know for sure But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me walk out that door? Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone is killing me right now Thank God for Mom and Dad For sticking two together 'cause we don't know how Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! You think you've got it, oh, you think you've got it. got- But "got it" just don't get it 'til there's nothing at all We get together, oh, we get together, gether But separate's always better when there's feelings involved Know what they say is, "Nothing is forever" So what makes, so what makes love the exception? Oh why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh Are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here? Because you always work on Thursday night And I need something else to analyze I'm making a fortune, painting you a portrait of the artist Because you always- And I need something- hey ya! Hey ya! I'm making a- hey ya! Painting you a- hey ya! Of the artist

Concorde, this organ The new one I'm formin' It's grown so persistent on you by the morning I fell to my feet And the doctor said, "We are unfortunately Running out of options to treat" What a funny way to speak And you, like Concorde I came, a gentle hill racer I was breathless Upon every mountain Just to look for your light Concorde, I miss you Don't text me till winter I can hardly afford A second summer of splinters This staircase It leads only to some old pictures of you Through an a-thousand-mile-long tube Hey, what's a city boy to do? And you, like Concorde I came, a gentlе hill racer I was breathless Upon еvery mountain Just to look for your light But for less than a moment We'd share the same sky And then Isaac will suffer Concorde will fly Concorde, we're old now And you wield a lightsaber And led by the dark to our place on the table So don't tell me you're hungry 'Cause darlin', I'm starving myself And I heard you're on Atkins as well I was made to love you Can't you tell? And you, like Concorde I came, a light blue sleeper And I laid dead or twitching For most of the night But I know that you'll be there The sandman inside And I'll come to like a child Concorde and I die free this time

You can say the sun is shining if you really want to I can see the moon and it seems so clear You can take a road that takes you to the stars now I can take a road that'll see me through I can take a road that'll see me through You can say the sun is shining if you really want to I can see the moon and it seems so clear You can say the sun is shining if you really want to I can see the moon and it seems so clear You can take a road that takes you to the stars now I can take a road that'll see me through I can take a road that'll see me through I can take a road that'll see me through

I thought I felt your shape but I was wrong Really all I felt was falsely strong I held on tight and closed my eyes It was dumb, I had no sense of your size It was dumb to hold so tight Aaah, but last night On your birthday in the kitchen My grip was loose, my eyes were open I felt your shape and heard you breathing I felt the rise and fall of your chest I felt your fall, your winter snows Your gusty blow, your lava flow I felt it all, your starry night Your lack of light With limp arms I can feel most of you I hung around your neck independently And my loss was overwhelmed By this new depth I don't think I ever felt But I don't know, my nights are cold And I remember warmth I could have sworn I wasn't alone

I saw it written and I saw it say Pink moon is on its way And none of you stand so tall Pink moon gonna get you And it's a pink moon Yeah, it's a pink moon Pink, pink, pink, pink Pink moon A pink, pink, pink, pink Pink moon I saw it written and I saw it say Pink moon is on its way And none of you stand so tall Pink moon gonna get you all And it's a pink moon Yeah, a pink moon

His father was a drinker And his mother cried in bed Folding John Wayne's t-shirts When the swingset hit his head The neighbors they adored him For his humor and his conversation Look underneath the house there Find the few living things, rotting fast, in their sleep Oh, the dead Twenty-seven people Even more, they were boys With their cars, summer jobs Oh my God Are you one of them? He dressed up like a clown for them With his face paint white and red And on his best behavior In a dark room on the bed He kissed them all He'd kill ten thousand people With a sleight of his hand Running far, running fast to the dead He took off all their clothes for them He put a cloth on their lips Quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth And in my best behavior I am really just like him Look beneath the floor boards For the secrets I have hid

On the monday morning, just about nine o'clock... The great ship Titanic began to reel and rock

She's forgotten her car keys And the flowers for her friends They say she's a harpy But she is on her meds 'Cause you're holding onto someone who's special Educating someone who's mental Giving the fat pigs their facial We all listen to death metal She's mates with Roy Fokker He's completely faced She's in with the rockers But it's not to her taste 'Cause you're holding onto someone who's special Educating someone who's mental Giving the fat pigs their facial We all listen to death metal Let it go Let it go Let it go Let it go No one knows Where she goes No one knows Where she goes

When you were young, you were the king of carrot flowers And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for And this is the room one afternoon, I knew I could love you And from above you how I sank into your soul Into that secret place where no one dares to go And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking And dad would dream of all the different ways to die Each one a little more than he could dare to try I love you, Jesus Christ Jesus Christ, I love you, yes I do I love you, Jesus Christ Jesus Christ, I love you, yes I do And on the lazy days, the dogs dissolve and drain away The world it goes and always waits The day we are awaiting (Hail Satan!!) Up and over we go Through the wave and undertow I will sit until I learn how to swim (??) in a garbage bin Until I find myself again Again, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Up and over we go Mouths open wide and spitting snow I will spit until I learn how to speak Up through the doorway as the sideboards creak With them ever proclaiming me Me, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Up and over we go The mouths (???) on down and I don't know I will shout until they know what I mean I mean the marriage of a dead dog sing And a synthetic flying machine Machine, oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Apologies to future me's and you's But I can't help feeling like we're through The ripping of the tape hurts my ears In my years, I've never seen anyone quit quite like you do Twin bruises on my shins From where I kicked the back of the seat in They meant what I went through for you But now they're fading, now they're gone These teenage hands will never touch yours again But I remember you You had a body You had hands and arms and legs and et cetera In the morning when I wake up, are you mine? (Did I fail? Did I fall?) Take the trash out like a bad dream, are you gone? (Did I waste my time, waste my time on a broken heart?) From the old house, the fiercest heart spoke, are you mine? (Or is this the start of the great silence?) Christmas tree's dead, you know how time flies, are you gone? (Is this the start of every day?) I'm not gonna end up a nervous wreck Like the people I know who are nervous wrecks Though I'm not gonna name names, yours was an exception Did the sound just stop? At the end of every day There'll be nothing left to say There'll be no backstage pass We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back We gotta go back (Come on) We gotta go back (We've gotta go back) We gotta go back (We've gotta go back) We gotta go back (We've gotta go back) We've gotta go back! We've gotta go ba- (fuck!) We've gotta go back! We've gotta go back We've gotta go back We've gotta go back We've gotta go back We've gotta go back I still remember the night you cried on my bedsheets That was the day you died Remember when we woke up you were more alive than you ever were And I touched your scruffy chin and I loved it all the more I wanna spend the nights with you You facilitate the things that are coming to me And I hope I do the same for you The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave When it's all said and done I'll be the one Holding the black umbrella And nobody will know They wouldn't buy it if I told them so And your story will be sold On a paperback college textbook But they'll spell your name wrong And they won't mention the songs You used to listen to God I hated them so much But it doesn't matter what I thought I'm less important than what you fought I stay awake at night Wondering if you'll come home this time But it doesn't matter what I thought I'm less important than what you fought I stay awake at night Wondering if you'll come home this time You're so grand and important and big I'm just a mere little figment And I've made peach with that But the stress is too much As I pour me another cup Of existentialist dread As you go out to war again It's three transgressions for Jay (The ocean washed over your grave) For four, I will not revoke the punishment (The ocean washed open your grave) It's three transgressions for Jane (The ocean washed over your grave) For four, I will not revoke the punishment (The ocean washed open your grave) It's three transgressions for Jay (The ocean washed over your grave) For four, I will not revoke the punishment (The ocean washed open your grave) It's three transgressions for Jane (The ocean washed over your grave) For four, I will not revoke the punishment (The ocean washed open your grave) It's three transgressions for Jay (The ocean washed over your grave) For four, I will not revoke the punishment (The ocean washed open your grave) For three transgressions for Jane (The ocean washed over your grave) For four, I will not revoke the punishment (The ocean washed open your grave) So descend into cliché If you've found your holy grail I could fill back in that grave I could hammer in that nail I could give you what you want I could give you what you deserve I could sing another song I could watch that hammer swerve And when the mirror breaks I wouldn't miss it for the world Call it blackstar, call it painstar The same thing happens when you touch it Let me tell you, did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you? Let me tell you what happens when you touch it, let me tell you, let me tell you, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me Let me in Let me in So descend into cliché If the music has forsaken you Roll the stone over the grave I never liked that one anyways Or stare into the face Of whatever it is that's facing you And if the mirror breaks You'll find out what it is that's replacing you And when the mirror breaks (And your mother would be proud) I wouldn't miss it for the world (And your father will be so proud) Call it blackstar, call it painstar (I would be...) The same thing happens when you touch it (...so proud) Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? (And when it's all said and done) Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? (I'll be the one) Did they tell you... Did they tell me... (Holding the black umbrella) What happened to you? (You know, uhm... I didn't really expect to... go overboard there like I did. I was still kind of on the fence about... you know, uhm, singing that part. That three transgressions bit. Just felt right. I'm sorry for walking out like that. Uhm... shit. I don't know. I mean, this is the spoken word part, right? I'm doing it... Do you believe in god? ...I don't know. Thank you.)