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Urge to Observe
03:51
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Tom sat at his desk
With an unending urge
A boundless, timeless need
An urge to observe
It started for him
When he was very small
He wondered what made squirrels tick
He wanted to know it all
So he took a little knife
And took a step outside
Found himself a little thing
And took out it's insides
He wants answers to his questions
And he'll take them when he can
He has no moral objections
He's just not that kind of man
There's just one thing on his mind
And if you still don't understand
If you're looking for kind, I think you'll find
He's not that kind of man
While most seconds
He only felt numb
When he was elbow deep in guts
It felt like love
Later in his life
Blinded by time
He'd expanded his observations
And it felt just sublime
But like any good time
It went by way too fast
And soon he was caught
And his fifteenth was his last
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2. |
Wishfinder General
02:40
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Awake in your room
It's the dead of noon
No one's around
There's not a sound
You sit up and sigh
You wonder why
In a place so drab
Born in a lab
In your dreams, you found your heart
Pumps the blood that flows in your art
The Wishfinder General's in your mind
The eyes that see through another's eyes
Then one night
As you're asleep
There's someone else
For you to meet
Her name is Lily
Her mother's sick
If she breaks you out
You'll cure her illness
In your dreams, you found your heart
Pumps the blood that flows in your art
The Wishfinder General's on her way
So you might get to see the light of day
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3. |
Green Tea
04:05
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Yesterday I was making green tea
And I saw this man who was on the TV
I'll tell you what he told to me
He said he'd seen the Rake
And showed the picture of an abstract shape
Kinda like a naked man with claws
Man, can you believe that shit?
That there's this guy who says all this
On cable TV now
He probably read all that trash
Creepypasta's like that from back in the day
It's like he still believes in Santa or someshit
I knew right then and there that we surely all deserved to fucking die
I can only conclude that we were a mistake in God's holy eyes
Makes perfect sense that we're seeing disease mass shootings and all of that shit
If this guy's the best we got than I think that we deserve some of it
I'm still in disbelief
I just can't - are you fucking kidding!?
This dumb bitch got a TV show?
Is this what the world has come to?
Creepypasta monsters are the new bigfoot?
Someone find a twelve year old to stab me
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4. |
Spark of Life
04:12
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All it took was one fresh egg
And an inability to feel shame
To plant the seed that only grows
From the mind of the morally hollow
Within the span of some thirty days
The alchemist found himself amazed
As the crawling form soon emerged
Of a psychic homunculi
It pulsed and writhed in dripping yolk
As the alchemist soon lost control
Stepping inside it's endless mouth
To be digested and never let out
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5. |
Henry's Rollin'
01:56
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Henry woke up in the trunk of a car
With a headache and seeing stars
His hands were tied behind his back
He's an old school slinging machine
Cutting his white and money clean
But now it seems he's been attacked
He'd worked for so many years
Through the blood and sweat and tears
But now he's run out of time
He'd dealt in snowfield fluff
To the push that kind of tricky stuff
But now it's his time to die
Henry wasn't sure when they had stopped
All that he knew was when trunk door popped
He was out in the desert fields
They dragged Henry out and stood him up
Then they cocked their hammers after loading up
And he was shot just outside of Thermal
He'd worked for so many years
Through the blood and sweat and tears
But now he's run out of time
He'd dealt in snowfield fluff
To the push that kind of tricky stuff
But now he's fucking died
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Dr. Moninov was a lauded scientist
Started the zombie apocalypse
Built a structure deep underground
To act as his personal compound
He kidnaps people from the streets
Or offers them a safe place to be
Once he's done, he's often said
Some things are better left undead
He infects the healthy so as to zombify
And they act as his slaves after they die
He kidnaps people from the streets
Or offers them a safe place to be
Once he's done, he's often said
Some things are better left undead
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8. |
Midori
04:00
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She's performing everyday
Doing chores like she's a slave
Always watching passing trains
She feels nothing but unending pain
Midori always wants to cry
Midori always wants to die
Midori wishes she was dead
Midori wishes this would end
Twelve years old
Sold to a freak show
Groomed and abused
Feeling hollow
Everything she sees
Everything she dreams
Dies for Midori
Just like her mommy
She's been sexually abused
She feels she has no value
The only thing she knows is pain
It can never be any other way
Midori always wants to cry
Midori always wants to die
Midori wishes she was dead
Midori wishes that this would end
Please
Please
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9. |
Taskmaster of Deth
03:33
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Taskmaster, on the scene
Eyes cold and mind like machine
He decides who lives and dies
He wants you - dead or alive
Bounty hunters on the plain
Know the Taskmaster by his name
Disrespect him, you'll face disaster
Nobody fucks with the Taskmaster!
He doesn't play!
You better pray!
You'll face disaster!
He's the Taskmaster!
Taskmaster - back again
Willing to put a price on your head
He knows all the power he alone wields
He'd feel good if he could feel
Money is the only thing he respects
So if you owe, he's gonna collect
Your whole life will be a fucking disaster
'Cause nobody fucks with the Taskmaster!
He doesn't play!
You better pray!
You'll face disaster!
He's the Taskmaster... of Deth!
Taskmaster... of Deth!
Taskmaster... of Deth!
Taskmaster... of Death!
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