1. |
This Is My New Hell
02:46
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I miss the pain I felt
When you said my name and dealt
Me this wild fucking hand
Three sixes and a Jack
A four of Clubs, I'm missing
All that touching and that kissing
But the game is over now
This is my new hell
You stoked me then you choked me
You bent me then you broke me
So I picked up my best half and I swore I’d get you back
But over time I realized the pain had kept me alive
So I sat my ass back down
This is my new hell
Director of the movie wrote myself into the scene
Stitched myself into the suit, now I’m stretching out the seams
Delusions of my glory, who’s the hero in the story?
Guess I’ve leaned into it now
This is my new hell
(This is my new hell)
(This is my new hell)
(This is my new hell)
(This is my new hell)
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2. |
Not Another Bleeder
03:33
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Cold deceiver
Slime web weaver
Blind believer
Shame it’s written on your grave
Not another bleeder
There she goes in the middle of the night
She’s got the right words but there’s nothing in her eyes
I’ve been at her for hours and I don’t know why
Licking shit off her heel, licking shit off her heel
Instigator
Spineless hater
Sweat sex fever
Lame is that your fucking name?
Not another bleeder
He slides in in the long black necktie
Slips you the key but his timing’s not right
You pray it’s just a dream but believe it
Just look into his eyes to see through his disguise
Not another bleeder
Not another bleeder
Not another bleeder
Not another bleeder
Brain deleter
Paranoid creature
Shaft receiver
Strange you thought this was a game
Not another bleeder
Not another bleeder
Not another bleeder
Not another bleeder
Out of the sand you can see it in their dead eyes
Dehydrated by a thousand little white lies
You think you’re in the clear but believe it
Just look across the fence, the dessert never ends
One more breath in this sad reality
So tied-up in your caged mentality
You thought that you could take it to the ether
You sink until you swim, the story never ends
Not another bleeder
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3. |
Nashville TV
03:44
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4. |
Bad Dog
03:14
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Walking away, tail tucked between my legs
A dog who's been broken, but he's still pissin' the bed
And when you come to reprimand
I'll be at your feet groveling
In the anemic gray
Your call comes piercing through
And grinds my thoughts
Into your sinister brew
I can’t help but
Steep in your tea
Wallowing
Wallowing
Hidden away
We nest inside the lies
We tell each other just to
Just to stay warm at night
I can't help but keep
Digging deep
Burrowing
Burrowing
Groveling
Wallowing
Burrowing
I’ll do anything you say
You say I never think
I'm under your control
You took me for a fool
Groveling
Wallowing
Burrowing
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5. |
Slug Fucker
04:16
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Slug fucker
I saw your trail, I caught your scent from a mile out
Metallic taste, your laser stare hits me like a brick
And now I’m reeling down on the floor, I reach up to your hips
Slug fucker, you got me high, you got me high for the very first time
I’m not a man, I’m not a dog, I’m not a seat, I’m not your meat
I’m not a pass, I’m not the gas
I’m not the feeling that you get when you get asked
If you’re a fiend or just a failure
Are you a slut?
Are you a savior?
It’s a false pretense on your unpaid rent
And your voice has been delayed into an echo, not a wave
And could there be another way?
There’s got to be some price to pay
Slug fucker, I saw your face and it was pure dismay
Stretching, stretching
How much are you willing to bet
Tossing out a conscious net?
Risky, you could break your neck
The chance is slim, you go to bed
Retching, retching
Risky, you could lose your head
Open up the doors into the dreams you thought were dead
Stretching, stretching
Retching, retching
What are the odds you’ll take a hit?
The engines on, you’re sitting still
Waiting for the tune to change
Stretching out your arms and legs
Project yourself off of a cliff
The simulation was a myth
Stretching, stretching
Project yourself off of a cliff
The simulation was a myth
Stretching, stretching
The simulation was a myth
Retching, retching
Project yourself off of a cliff
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6. |
Cuck Jail
03:56
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Hey buddy, are you busy tonight?
Can I watch while you fuck my wife?
Hear her moan when you stick it inside
Legs spread open wide
Cause I don’t want to live
But I’m not ready to die
So tired of fighting the passing of time
The last ounce of energy it takes to survive
Slipped through the cracks and landed on spikes
She wants me to watch while she’s taking it
She knows that I’ll know if she’s faking it
And she needs me to need her insatiable
Cause in the end, in the end, you are replaceable
In the end, in the end, you are replaceable
Hey man, whatcha doing tonight?
Wanna help me open up my mind?
Me and my girl ran out of things to try
To add some spice into our shitty lives
Cause I don’t want to fade, but I keep drifting away
I go through the motions, I play all her games
The time that it took just got taken away
And soon I will be just another play thing
She wants me to watch while she’s taking it
She knows that I’ll know if she’s faking it
And she needs me to need her insatiable
Cause in the end, in the end, you are replaceable
In the end, in the end, you are replaceable
In the end, you're just in cuck jail
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7. |
Dinner
02:53
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You've been put into production
It can't be undone
10,000 generations
All down to zero-sums
A frame that you don't fit
A mold cast in steel
Salt and bleach
Baked in the pie
Close your eyes
It's sells the lie
These memories take a hold of me
Don't wanna think, so I watch TV
I'm faced with all these decisions
So, what's for dinner?
What?
I feel like I'm falling
Felt this way for a long time
This sickness in my ego
Is spreading like a fever
I'll just take a couple breaths
Feeling too intense
Forget the world around me
Remember what's for dinner
What?
Yeah
You've been following directions
You're doing so good
Take just one misstep
And you'll be done for good
A frame that you don't fit
A mold cast in steel
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8. |
What Do You Make?
03:13
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Don’t give me any money
I do it all for free
Don’t give me any money
I gotta take one for the team
What do you make?
Don’t give me a song or a tune
You can take this one to your tomb
It’ll be too late for you soon
What does it pay to be you?
Showing up in secondhand shoes
Don’t even know it’s a ruse!
A convoluted excuse
You call it paying your dues
You call it playing the blues
Just call it praying for views
Whatever it takes you to snooze
What do you make?
Don’t give me any money
I do it all for free
Don’t give me any money
I gotta take one for the team
You’re making 30k a year
You gotta take one for the team
Of course I do it for the money
I do it all for me
How do you make
So much time for yourself?
You don’t think about anyone else
As you gather dust on the shelf
What if this song never sells?!
Or the next one as well?
What will you show for yourself?
That can’t be good for your health!
I’ve seen the place where you stay
So when I ask what you make
Don’t care the time that it takes
I want to know what it pays
What do you make?
Don’t give me any money
I do it all for free
Don’t give me any money
I gotta take one for the team
You’re making 50k a year
You gotta take one for the team
Of course I do it for the money
I do it all for me
Let’s say for argument’s sake
You write a song every day
And you get some radio play
And you’re booked in every state
Maybe someone gives you that break
Now can you call yourself great?
Why would you do it anyways?
What do you make?
I mean something you can count
I mean a dollar amount
It’s time to throw in the towel
You should make six figures by now
What do you make?
Aren’t you at all afraid of God? Of death?
Of life? Of love? Of happiness?
You should do it for the money
Don’t give me any money
I do it all for free
Don’t give me any money
I gotta take one for the team
You make 100k a year
You gotta take one for the team
Of course I do it for the money
I do it all for me
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9. |
I'm Disappearing
03:37
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The louder I scream, it seems the harder it falls
On ever-deafened ears and fading into the walls
I feel as welcome as the sight of ankles under the stall
Or the thumb over the button rejecting the call
I grow needy and hungry with the drifting of sands
And increasingly paranoid with the switching of hands
Now my ponderings hold me hostage with a list of demands
Coming in loud and clear on a string between cans
To the unknown, where I’m fearing
Too close to home, what I’m hearing
All on my own, all in my feelings
I’m disappearing
I’m doomed to reappear only in photographs
In computer-generated memories of the past
From about as far back as the graduate class
Turn the valve on nostalgia, get high on huffing the gas
I stuffed that note in a bottle and hurled it out to the sea
No reception out here, it washed right back to my feet
I come from starving to death and watching someone else eat
In my resting position on the edge of my seat
To the unknown, where I’m fearing
Too close to home, what I’m hearing
All on my own, all in my feelings
It’s overgrown, I’m in the clearing
Bathed in the light from the holes up in the ceiling
I’m disappearing
I’m disappearing
(Bathed in the light from the holes up in the ceiling)
I’m disappearing
(Bathed in the light from the holes up in the ceiling)
I’m disappearing
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10. |
Shockable Rhythm
04:05
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I am still alive
The taste of death makes life sweeter
Like honey in your medicine
Smelling salts cleanse the senses
Filling up the emptiness
I remember this
I saw the light in the mirror
And I knew it wasn't luck
It was a fully-loaded truck
Tearing my way with 40 tons
Of speeding steel
He was asleep at the wheel
I remember this
I remember this
In the darkness I felt safe
In the womb of neutral Space
Just a pit, just a void
Then suddenly a single voice
It was calling out to me
Yes, it was calling out to me
And I could hear the echoed screaming
As the wind came rushing in
You got a shockable rhythm
You got a chance to survive
I thought I was a goner, I am still alive
I remember this
Lying on the bed
Alarm bells ringing in my head
My pulse was slowing to a crawl
I could hear the trumpets call
And as my vision began to fade
Icy fingers found their way
Around my throat
They squeezed and choked
This was the end of the road
When in the dark a blast of light
And a voice telling me to fight
I could hear the echoed screaming
As the walls came crashing down
You got shockable rhythm
You got a chance to survive
I thought I was a goner
I am still alive
I am still alive
You got shockable rhythm
(I remember this)
You got a chance to survive
(I remember this)
You got shockable rhythm
(I remember this)
You got a chance to survive
(I remember this)
You got a chance to survive
You got a chance to survive
(I remember this)
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CDSM Atlanta, Georgia
CSDM a.k.a. Celebrity Death Slot Machine is a “freakout post-punk group” (FLOOD Magazine) based in Atlanta, GA. Their stylish sonic onslaught is anchored around dancey rhythms, atypical synthesizer work, timely saxophone growls, as well as goth rock-esque melodies that serve to recount bizarre humor-laden tales from a derelict parallel universe. ... more
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