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Collection
05:18
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Come with me, into my shop of, antiquity, and odd horrors
just a little further now
take your time, I will take mine
with your screams, you're tearing at the seams
too far, for society's ears, come down down to my lab,
to my lab, wear your skin,
like a tight black leather dress,
I'll wear your skin like a tight black leather dress,
now your hair and your eyes are all mine,
part of my experiments,
for the collection,
the collection,
down down down down down we go into this crypt of your decay,
the collection of human body parts,
the collection of human body parts,
take your time, I will take mine,
with your screams,
you're tearing at the seams,
the collection of human body parts,
the collection of human body parts,
the collection...
I'll take your eyes and nail em to the wall,
I think I smell the pigs,
they just they don't they don't understand,
my experiments,
I'll go to mexico and change my name,
go to mexico and change my name,
but my experiments will never cease,
will never never never be lost,
the collection of human body parts,
the collection of human body parts
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Modus Operandi
02:50
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It's been a while since I checked
And looked around, protect my neck
Live your life like someone's watching
Chances are, someone is
The world is full of hidden lies
Everyone is in disguise
Only trust those who trust you
Cause you never know what they may do
Modus Operandi!
It's been a while since I've killed
So look around, I need a thrill
Watch yourself, watch your back
I need to kill someone
You're the next on my list
I'll get you, I'm fucking pissed
Come with me and take my hand
I'll bring you to a magic land
Called hell
Modus Operandi
Watch your back
Look into the eyes of your demise
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3. |
I Hate Everything
01:47
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I hate waking up
Going to bed really sucks
Fuck the world, why am I here?
Just another wasted year
Fight myself just to live
My mind is something I should sieve
I hate my school, I hate everyone
Just 3 more years and I'll be done
But what am I accomplishing?
Why do I even feel anything?
I'm wasting all my time
Running from myself
I know that this
Isn't good for my mental health
I hate this and that
And I'm fucking allergic to cats
And I hate you and I hate your band
And I hate everything you've said
And I hate pets and I hate friends
And all the troubles that never end
And I hate everything in the world
Why am I still alive?
What the fuck am I accomplishing?
Why do I even feel anything?
I'm wasting all my time Running from myself
I know that this
Isn't good for my mental health
I hate this and that
And I'm fucking allergic to cats
And I hate you and I hate your band
And I hate everything you've said
Fuck you
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4. |
Fuck The Bouncer
01:38
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Fill the room with fisticuffs
Tear the fucking place apart
On the floor and picked back up
Thrash until they've had enough
Throw yourself into your friends
They just want our fun to end
Smashing shit, having real fun
Don't let them tell you when you're done
Fuck the bouncer!
Nobody wants you around
You can't stop this whole crowd [crowd]
Bodies like a pinball machine [dick]
You can't stop this whole scene
Fuck the bouncer!
Fill the room with fisticuffs
Tear the fucking place apart
On the floor and picked back up
Thrash until they've had enough
Throw yourself into your friends
They just want our fun to end
Smashing shit, having real fun
Don't let them tell you when you're done
Nobody wants you around
You can't stop this whole crow
Bodies like a pinball machine
You can't stop this whole scene
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5. |
Lullaby
00:51
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I can never get to bed
All these thoughts within my head
I'm confused I think I'm lost
I lie down and I turn and toss
What the hell is going on
Why do I try why don't I stop
In the end I always fail
I should give up, I won't prevail
You don't even know my face
I'm just a pawn for your cruel game
A pencil mark on your tests
Oh precious life you're the fucking best
And then there's people put in place
To hold me back and slow my pace
And someone's always messing with my head
Maybe I'll get enough sleep when I'm dead
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6. |
Zero Control
02:14
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7. |
Nuke Jersey Shore
01:12
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How much longer will it take until the day you crack?
Your money may be green but your heart is fucking black
Our fears are shrouded by the glows of our television
You either give a shit or don't, it's your own decision
How much longer will it take until the day you quit?
Your mind's erased and destroyed by this pseudo-guido shit
Drunk shits with spray tans trying just to cause another scene
Douche bags with spiked hair, sideburns, popped collars, wannabes
But what do we do in the face of danger?
We don't know, there's nothing stranger
And what do we do in the face of war?
That's just something we ignore
Generally this generation doesn't fucking care
A smart idea popping up is pretty fucking rare
I hate my school and every single person in it
They sum up what is wrong with our fucking generation
Why don't you go read a book or go and ride a bike?
Rather than watching TV just stop wasting your life
You're all so fucking stupid cause you're wasting every day
But then again you don't care about what I have to say
But what do we do in the face of danger?
We don't know, there's nothing stranger
And what do we do in the face of war?
That's just something we ignore
How much longer will it take until the day you crack?
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I don't wanna live
to be thirty-four
I don't wanna die
in a nuclear war
go on out
get some more
go on out
to the bar, the market or the liquor store
I don't wanna live
to be fourthy-three
I don't like
what i see going on around me
go on out
get some more
go on out
get fucked up and pass out on the floor
go on out
get some more
go on out
to your favorite liquor store
go on out
don't worry about it any more
go on out
get fucked up
i don't know what for
I don't wanna live
to be fifty-seven
I'm living in hell
is there a heaven?
live fast, die young!
live fast, die young!
live fast, die young!
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9. |
I Know Enough
01:07
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I know enough about politics to know that I don't give a shit
I know enough about the system to know that I'm not gonna listen
I know enough about the war to know I don't want anymore
I know enough about my life to know I'm wasting too much time
Fight apathy or don't
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10. |
Jesus Was A Vampire
02:28
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I drag my balls on the ground
Because they're so fucking huge
Yeah they're so fucking huge
Because they're mutated
And they might eat you
Jesus was a vampire
My eyes feel like they're on fire
Jesus was a vampire
Burning with a holy desire
Yeah they're mutated
They got tentacles
They got tentacles
Yeah they're mutated
They got tentacles
For doing things
To people like you
And me
Jesus was a vampire
My eyes feel like they're on fire
Jesus was a vampire
Burning with a holy desire
This song is a metaphor
Think about it
It's so obvious
Just turn off the TV
and think about it
Take your hand out of the bag of potato chips
Do something with your worthless piece of shit life
Just think about itThink about it
If you only do one thing just
Think about it
Let's go!
Jesus was a vampire
My eyes feel like they're on fire
Jesus was a vampire
Burning with a holy desire
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