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Candy
02:05
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I lost all my baby teeth
Fangs grew in their place
And you're bound to get some cavities
If you keep chewing bubblegum that way
You've got a big ole bag of treats
To cure your every ailment
You'll go 'round this Halloween
Like a door-to-door karma salesman
But I don’t buy candy
‘Cause I know life ain’t that sweet
You wet the bed, oh, because you dreamt
Someone didn’t approve of you
Careful there, oh, don’t you dare poke
Holes out for your ghost costume
Clean your dirty laundry
If you want any candy
Oh god, you’ve learned
Some naughty words
Where did you hear that from?
You're gonna lose
Your last sweet tooth
With that acid tongue
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2. |
The Horror!
04:13
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I’m gonna slaughter you,
Ax-murder you with kindness
You want a chainsaw massacre,
I’ll redefine it
And your night terrors are
My most prophetic dreams
So say your prayers because
They baptized me on Halloween
The horror!
The blood, sweat, tears, and gore
The disorder
The pornographic torture
I’m burying the hatchet in your coffin
It’s haunt or be haunted
There’s no padded cell,
This is a private hell with edges
I am the jury, judge,
And the warden of your sentence
I warned you to stop this
But you wouldn’t let me be
So this concoction’s based on
Your old recipe
Oh no, I’m digging a hole
But I’ve only scratched the surface
I’ve got words like shovels
And I don’t mind dirt, bitch
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Oracle Bones
02:44
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Your palms could read the same as mine
I could help you wash the dirt from the plot lines
But you hold grudges by the fistful
From smudges on a crystal ball
Your palms could read the same as mine
And I'll carve my own
Oracle bones, oracle bones
You're cursing at the sky
You show no gratitude for stars that won't align
Demanding an apology
Of horoscopic prophecies
You're cursing at the sky
Rabbit, you gotta run, run, run
Find shelter, quick, before the hunter comes
Get on your soft and steady feet
They're selling as commodities
Rabbit, you gotta run
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Charmed
03:01
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You were born with +10 luck
As for me, baby, I’m fucked
But the universe, she bowed and curtsied
On the day that first we fell in love
If I am, in fact, damned
It’s not that bad, your hand in my hand
And if I were surely cursed
I’d still take you for the worst
Our path is paved with cracks
And it’s too much to ask
For you to carry my ill-fated ass
Through hell and back
While I'm staring at my feet
I can feel you watching me
But I've learned the hard way
To fear the very ground beneath me
This moment is too opportune
I can’t assume I’m truly doomed
Welcome to my infernal life
You will my stars to align
Nevertheless, I think, yes,
I might be blessed
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Till Death
03:23
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Darling, would you meet me
Down at the cemetery
In the shadow of the chapel
Where we are to marry?
I don't know a single soul
I think they're long forgotten
They echo through catacombs
If you know how to listen
He said, "I wanna be buried
Side by side"
He wants to hold my hand
Through the afterlife
But I shall remain
Where my name's engraved
No bricks I've laid
In some surreal estate
So when they make my grave
Don't get a neighboring space
Lay me to rest, my love
And save your best black tux
When they dig my hole
Take the long way home to me
When they make my bed
Don't you lay in it
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