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THE E4K PROJECT

by saintdoriangray

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1.
You're killing me with kindness and i've had a lot of bullshit to endure But how can I survive this if I've always got my left foot out the door If I can't sleep in your bed, I'd still rather be sleeping on your floor You better catch me when I'm drowning 'cause your air is everything I want and more You're killing me with blindness and my heart is everything that you can't see But I'd still bow to you, your highness, if it meant that you would never have me leave I'll stick to my black coffee and I'll serve you up your English Breakfast tea It's all a bit domestic, but our fights give me the biggest injuries And it don't matter that I'm Immune to the bites and scratch marks Near or Far, Titanic wages war I'll love you and I'll go wherever you are So, run like the wind, love How the hell'd they find us, I thought we'd kept them off our tracks We left small town America and never thought of ever going back But you'd never give up family and I would never give up on my pack So California here we come. Fact is: I never wanted to leave in the first place Home is home is wherever you're safe Which, admittedly, isn't with me So, run like the wind, love We all have our battle scars and tokens of our time on Mars And everything is better when you're there We all have our time to bleed And line to follow, lines to read It's not like you could teach me how to care about these things but You're killing me with kindness and i've had a lot of bullshit to endure But how can I survive this if this if we're guaranteed for for richer or for poor They say that love is blind, it's also tone deaf and it's B-List Lewton Horror You better catch me when I'm drowning You better catch me when I'm drowning You better catch me when I'm drowning 'cause your air is everything I want and more
2.
Spoiled Brat 02:26
There's a glowing in my chest You could take out all the rest of me And that part would still glow There's a beating in my heart As shrapnel inches closer, part of me wishes you were with me so I Sit lonely up in my tower Seven drinks in an hour It's my best record yet Drown in sorrows and drink This is my time to think On all the things I won't ever get Chorus So lie back and think of America You're doing me better than I ever would Come down to my level you make me hysterical And I'm getting better, I'm learning good But still, you're all the things I can't have There's a rocket in my foot Is that a pocket holding wood Or do you just hate to see me? Innuendo on my tongue The tip, the flat, and we're still young We have to live now, while we're breathing Money can't buy everything But it'll make the angels sing Hallelujah this one's a jerk I give it all charities But I'll still run a blasphemy Best of the ages at work Chorus Kindness and loyalty Virtues just ain't for me Vicesare all I could afford Patience and chastity Accountability Learning is fucking hard Chorus
3.
Misha Collins ruined my life by Running around and painting the town in Red is the blush on my cheeks and blood yet to spill At the end of those six days I was dead Misha Collins ruined my life by Trying to make us go out and do weird things I'm just horrified that I did them I didn't know how easily he could swing My head in different directions: Go look there, go jump off that bridge If he ever ran for election I don't know what would happen to the future of my kids We fought, we built, we cried At least we didn't die in our run of GISHWHES We screamed, we yelled, and we cheered And all it ended in tears And it was all cause of GISHWHES So Fuck you, Misha Collins for the sense of accomplishment I didn't know I had 50 stuffed animals Lying around my place But it was MAD CRAZY, our teammate found a lady With twelve different snakes So Misha Collins ruined my life by Making me miss people I shouldn't know In Texas, on Long Island, Florida, and Ontario You think I'm joking, no seriously he told us Get dressed go jump off that plane If he ever ran for election This country would never be the same Chorus
4.
Dashboard 03:35
I'm scared of the blue screen, the white sheen That shines on your face As you stare endlessly, like a zombie And flicker through pictures and stay still in place And it feels just like home to stay stock still with the The weight of these people far away And it feels just like heaven A drug made from seven straight Hours on the dashboard Scrolling down my dashboard A world of moving images, In real time still limited To movies and loops and gifs Cycle through memes, once in a week A culture shock begging to rip me apart Chorus And for once in my life I can finally feel all the things I could feel without guilt or appeal To my ego, why don't we go Somewhere outside, Maybe outside But It feels just like home to stay stock still We're above physicality 'cause this Feels just like heaven A drug made from seven straight hours on the Dashboard Scrolling down my dashboard
5.
Give A Shit 01:41
How do I tell my kids? You can't do shit 'Cause the color of your skin or your body's too thick Can I look in the mirror and paint myself white Photoshop myself 30 pounds lighter 5 inches taller? And ain't a fighter Not ready enough to go against the grinder Of real against the ideal, fighting just to heal and lick the wounds, trying not to peel The scabs from the old ones, open up the new ones I'm 500% done with everybody's bigotry And hate goes both ways, justice for the days past Leaving the future worse for wear Elitists on both sides leaving me hanging dry It don't matter that this shit ain't fair I'm to light to be a nigga, I'm too dark to sell punk How the fuck do I sell Asian, I'm shit outta luck Can't make a buck, suck a fuck Donnie Darko's sitting duck 'Cause I'll never make Hollywood at this rate Imma never be a real musician, y'see 'Cause I don't have the look or perfect imagery To sell my body at $10.60 and hour 'Cause my face be lookin' pretty damn sour I can't be a delicate flower That's not the DNA I got lined up, I'm 4'11, stocky, killer vocal cords killer lion roars, and I'll fuck you up Chorus I gotta forgive, don't forget, but to live a little Not caring what you think at all I gotta be good, find the middle Ground and live just like I know I should

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released November 17, 2012

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