Overheated

by Potato Hate Explosion

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1.
Overheated 04:32
When I open up this door, run far away and don't stop Don't worry, don't panic, but never look back A spontaneous burst of the burner Combustible and bleak There's a bitter cloud hovering above me Wires hanging, dug in deep Was everything I wanted more than I could handle? I never saw myself craving peace and quiet Balance My throat is in my skull and my brain lies in a museum My arms are dragging me through this labyrinth of a mausoleum These teeth can only hold back so much venom Shutdowns and explosions act as omens of the bloodbath within Look through the crack in my armor A malicious face will glare right back Visible between my ribs Is the heart I never lost constellated in black I've been burning it at all four corners Sick of what I wished for Don't take that idle life for granted I'm sick of what I wished for There's a bitter cloud hovering above me Wires hanging, dug in deep I've become a grease fire A blazing casket at a funeral Doused in gasoline, perfect chaos Violent and visceral The view from the couch is beautiful The view from the screen is sad The former is easy, the latter is not But both can drive you mad Internal inferno The walls are coming down Internal inferno Put me out
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Burning it at all four corners As vigilant as policy mandates Fueled by tobacco and ruled by tomorrow Dropped like an anvil on the calendar A perfect rectangle of black hole Serving scum with a smile Buy them, sell them And let them think they're in control Crack the whip, load your spit Point the pistol at the payroll Doomed to produce, consume Consume, produce, feed the hissing noose I won't feed this fucked machine tonight I wish good lives to all and to all a good life Psyche, fuck you all, sodomize yourselves and die I'm leaping off the corporate ladder I'm not cut out to slave my glory days away The beaten path leads to a dead end Where there's a will to be alive you can make a fucking way Your kingdom of shit will implode When the peasants repossess the throne
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Convergence of the piercing sun and the bleak gaze of a nebulous moon Rest, my dear, I'll be back home with a cart of fresh carcasses soon Only demons disguised as trees Are subjected to the worst side of me Devastation is guaranteed I'll raze a forest just to get some fucking sleep My fists will swing like champions World class settlers of scores Sometimes you've gotta clean in the dark So the clutter blends together Break it down board by board Humans aren't meant to fight to function But we're built to do what's necessary Bullets blazing, eyes hazed Can't see shit but somebody's gonna die I can't hear a goddamn thing and I like it that way Evacuate the village Fuck you, this isn't over May anything that dares stay in the way Be maimed and framed above my fireplace Flannel flags radiating flames Illuminate every anguished swing of the blade Swan songs and death rattles echo From this barren pit of scorched land Demoralizing would-be invaders Heed my unfeeling, axe-wielding hands
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You boil the blood, you soak up the spill I no longer harbor any healthy fucking will Extending a filthy hand is a dangerous fucking game It's waltzing onto a minefield and throwing around your weight Do me a favor and don't drive safe Autobestowed authority will never fucking faze me I want your heart on the rocks I will open your veins from within And never come up for air Beaten to a bloody gulch Graveyard postcard, wish you were here Consequences are blind, you're not fucking immune Get careless and enable the wrong kind of abuse I want your heart on the rocks If karma slips up and grants you an early end I'll bring you to life just to kill you again I believe there's good in everyone But it never manages to surface in some It doesn't fucking matter where your problems came from No space for dead cargo, no tolerance for scum Forever bite the hand that tries to feed you shit Wrong place, worse time Target of my scarlet surge
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Inner threat level heightening Distant stomach tightening Peripheral vision whitening Instand standby when that first lip of lightning whips in the distance Pack, split, hit the tent I'm burning out but I can see my breath Thunderstorm like romance Love it but fuck it Try and find me a couple leagues below Lowpassed whale calls replace the ruckus My natural habitat is under the bleachers Right now it doesn't matter that I matter All I wanna do is be a platter of stagnant matter Go the way of the grizzly and put the hazy clouds to use 300% don't fuck with drama Don't fuck with bullshit The light runs off of sparks of dark I've got no position to give up The light runs off of sparks of dark Tranquility to fuel mobility Social hiatus Three ways the same phrase resonates The real world is a myth Literally for what this me gives "Be back soon" So sayeth the sticky note on my forehead Risk a limb and peel it off Before you see the glow below it Don't mind the snorkel poking up from the grass I'm in the deepest chamber of the castle No news is good news Spirit animal witch of the wood I know that I should care But guess what
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LUSH 03:46
All mint everything Long live me Now that the castle is standing firm The lawn could be a shade more lavish The fence a brighter white Order on the inside, now I crave a double-superficial shine Glowing orbs bouncing over the front yard A platinum pet cloud in the back All mint everything, long live me Dreamnasium every day until the lime hog cracks I'd rather die on a hotel bathroom floor Than reign supreme on a shack held together by boards I'll unremain chained to this side of the ridge Burn me with the bridge Luxury lifelord shop Black opal bathtub, finely chopped 6 claws grinding across the clock Devil's hand, temporal glock In hot pursuit of the post-game bonus world A stack of hides to reach the diamond-frosted brass ring Burn me with the bridge I'll never have to meet my maker if that maker is me Up and over the community gate No more waiting for a chance to generate Our own path to the aureate rainbow A sporting chance at leisure to make and maintain
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Buried in your skull, nestled in your ribcage A lever lies between bubbling blood and sparkling shade I never meant to cast such an ugly reflection A shadow that vacuums life and emits fatigue Don't stuff your emotions into molotovs, don't be like me Don't let your shadow lead the way Keep the background in the background Resist the grips of dead scenery May your worst self never be found A rather final act of refracticide Necessary to survive I must shatter the agitated hive Trapped in the lung of conjuncture The only way out is to puncture And puncture I will, make pedals of flesh In through the airway, out through the chest Hand on shoulder, barrel to forehead Finger on trigger, death of a negative force Left brain blowout, everything must go This fertile earth awaits my offering The starlit unlocking of a melatonin pinata Why waste a minute when your marrow is softening?
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For you and only you Celebrated at my best, understood at my worst I never guessed the haziest dream would be the first I could love a beast like you It's fucking true, I fucking do For you and only you My eyes outshine the moon I crave your cardiovascular spray Your passive-impressive sense of time Leaves a lasting impression and peace of mind Like an astral fist slamming down from the sky Demanding order, instant silence every time I didn't write the ugly words Surrounding this garden of serenity The author is walking in circles outside On fire but he's not burning He'll pace a grave into the ground and let the dirt cave in I'll drag a tombstone over if you bring the pallid flowers I'll carve the eulogy into digital cement if you sing the final hymn And then we will commence digging up old butterflies Flaming mandalas on an ocean of oil You face the dark head-on to preserve my eyes A cleansing blizzard when I come to a boil I want your ink splattered on every page of my life Coronated by a million-leaf clover And just like that my lonesome nights are over
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I don't like myself charbroiled This is the turmoil to end all turmoil Another turn of the hamster wheel Sweatin' in the dead of night Hands up to bitchslap the sky They ain't comin' down 'til everything is right Sick and tired of being Sick and tired of everything I'm headed for cokehair by 20 My body and brain are in a race to collapse Being bitter gets old real fast Primal reaction to dissastisfaction Animalistic invokation of a state of reversed sedation The will to outlast every chain lodged in my bones To outlive everyone too selfish to rot alone Aggroproductivity I'm carving out solutions with the subtlety of a smoking hood A carcass wrapped in fly traps and hurled down a hill My body and brain are in a race to collapse Being bitter gets old real fast Primal reaction to dissastisfaction Animalistic invokation of a state of reversed sedation Neither wired nor tired Devoid of desire To walk away from the fire The end goal requires Progression fueled by aggression Defiant by nature, by discontent I'm driven No stains will remain on the good I've got To hell with the hand that I've been given Seppuku the day I submit to my lot

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released May 5, 2016

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