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we are point click kill
00:12
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2. |
meltdown
01:28
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kdr2, go go go
00:05
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korean death regiment 2
04:17
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pck, get the fuck away from me
oomfie, bestie, get the fuck away from me
pck, get the fuck away from me
oomfie, bestie, get the fuck away from me
first world makes it clearer
that's what they said back in 48
but i can't see a difference between us
and above the 38
parallel, we both wanna show a clean face
starving, cause the power tells us that the world's
fading, the light of the freedom
shining, and mocking me
faithful, to a god i wish iconoclasm
ballots, might as well be rubber stamped when cast
dead inside, on both sides of the razor wire
suicide by being born alive
self destruction is automatic
my savior straight out of a threaded barrel
turn the safety down to automatic
now every hollow point you make, is a hollow point that you will eat
first world makes it safer
that's what they said back in 58
pointing the missile at my face
the same shit ever since 88
hated, by cousins once removed
kneeling for riot squad bruises
fading on the backs of capital
spending, but always in a market fall
jumping just as high as they want me to
faking, happiness is just a tool
marketing for a corporate lie
tell me if im on the wrong side
self destruction is automatic
my savior straight out of a threaded barrel
turn the safety down to automatic
now every hollow point you make, is a hollow point that you will eat
gwanju or onsong? no choice but to play along
locked inside of a peninsula, a kwanliso or capitalism?
cut it down. nothing can stop me now
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5. |
nightmares?
00:13
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6. |
nightmares
02:34
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sorry to be a bother, i'm just
dragging my feet to the liquor store
holding it down just barely
my composure is just so weary
i look at your face when you yell at me
tell me these things that i tried to bury
holding on to a scrap of certainty
that i'm not the enemy
you dragged me down, i can't turn around
removing my face and removed from my place
was that really all to be found?
was i at the edge? was i at the precipice?
will there be forgiveness? with my .45's kiss
this reality means nothing to me
i'm still trying to pick flesh from a broken machine
with no luck, i embrace the coldest bathroom floor
cause it's always there when i'm left alone
look me in the eye when you say
these dreams are wasted potential
to you they're everything
to me there's fucking nothing
while i collapse in on myself
i swim thru aerated oceans
i sink so deep below
and you act like i won't drown
"fuck you, i'll never repent"
i used to say that i'd never regret
i'm lucid, but still sleepwalking
my cold sweat drips onto the pavement
leaving a trail wherever i stray
desperate to be put together back again
scream out against the aching sore
this stalemate life is my great war
these strings are fraying, fabric tearing at the seams
im still trying to picture myself staring back at me
with disgust i embrace the coldest bathroom floor
as my vomit comes up i hope there's something more
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7. |
fuck copyright
00:47
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8. |
my console attempt one
01:01
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10. |
power outage
00:46
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is it too short
is it too long
to be strong
they put their clothes on me
ne ver ne boysia ne prosi
and they smile when i bite the hand that feeds me
show me love, shapovolov
suck me dry while the cameras lie
show me love, or let me die
suck me dry until they go and euthanize
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if they knew me like i knew you then they'd hate you too
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13. |
kernel error
03:39
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i cut my teeth on texan concrete
i rubbed shoulders as part of the elite
hit a man driving through the backroads
collect my thoughts but i always seem to lose those
i'm the patron saint of the commodore 64
i've made a mess of this head-shaped hole
a sparrow descends and i smash it to death
i built this temple just to prove that i lived
what you see is what you fucking get
i bleed in 16 colors, so a kid can paint
recognize my constant decline
maybe then you'll kinda start to realize
(i can't see you now, i can't hear you now)
(i can touch him now, i can do anything now)
it's the sound of a dragon
bullets flying far away
you're so fucking small
if my head explodes you'll know what happened
wrote the gospel in assembly code
built the third temple but every single time i lose those
godless fucking cretins
jerusalem's in the holy c
with god as my witness
you say i could have been just like wozniak
maybe i'm just a man with a digital knack
i think i coulda shoulda woulda been a savior
i'm just a small bird staring at computer monitors
i'm a ghost of a man
king of the world
i'm a ghost in a shell
king of my world
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14. |
happy birthday
02:59
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15. |
god knows
04:07
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(verse)
i sit alone in my cold dark room
flickering lights and alcohol fumes
mixing up my pharmaceuticals
with something i got on the internet, too
(prechorus)
rather be broken than be reprogrammed
rather be starving then be a fat lamb
(chorus)
hate me
you can't unmake me
i’ll sit here waiting
for scraps of solace here
fake it
or just deface me
just wanna be free
god knows i’m dying here
(post chorus)
wait for
freedom
but it
never comes
angel
with clipped wings
holding
a loaded gun
(prechorus)
rather be broken than be reprogrammed
rather be starving then be a fat lamb
rather be free than be secure and untrue
rather be dead than live a life like you
(chorus)
hate me
you can't unmake me
i’ll sit here waiting
for scraps of solace here
fake it
or just deface me
just wanna be free
god knows i’m dying here
(ending)
i’m dying
i’ll die here
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16. |
shout out to dj rakka
01:52
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17. |
machine gun
02:26
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fisticuffs. trench knife. chlorinated the skyline
sawed off shotgun. here they come. machine gun
and we move along in hordes of fodder
we bleed red under sins of the father
we kill men but we don't hate each other
we drop 'em so fast they call it industrial
war, to end all wars
war - what the fuck am i fighting for?
fisticuffs. trench knife. chlorinated the skyline
sawed off shotgun. here they come. machine gun
collective suicide in rank and file
they give me orders and i live with denial
gunpowder and artillery fire
i could protest but god i'm so tired
war, to end all wars
war - what the fuck am i fighting for?
what the fuck is this all for
empires fall and disorder is born
my feet are rotten and my lungs are sore
and my limbs scream as their ripped and torn
and we move along in hordes of fodder
we bleed red under sins of the father
we kill men but we don't hate each other
we drop 'em so fast they call it industrial
war, to end all wars
war - what the fuck am i fighting for?
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18. |
post show
00:47
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