1. Hay Is For Horses:

I blacked out twenty four times today with ten minute intervals
this is my last « for the last time »
and just guess
which i used to type this

2. I Saw The Saturday Night Sky Over 195 Explode:

let's sit here in the breakdown lane. let's ohh and ahh until the show stops. the way it makes your face light up. let's have a show of hands. who's enjoying themselves. i know i am.


3. I've Run Over Black Cats That Were Luckier Than Me:

pointing poison fingers there may be no difference between acceptance and cencellation. the cause of such a fuck you cliche. posing as some rare occurance of both relief and distinction


4. Hidden Noise Track #1:

(Instrumental)


5. While Others Attend Chatrooms With Erections:

i picked up a slew of superstitions straight from the horses mouth and when held side by side to the light the forgery was obvious. no matter how convincing the penmanship there's always something in the eyes that instills the second guess


6. Feed The Scenesters To The Lions:

if i were you and you were me i wouldnt be me and that wouldnt work because you dont know how to anything but an asshole so fuck you and fuck me to so on and so forth


7. Untitled One:

(Instumental)


8. Untitled Two:

(Instrumental)


9. Sweet Merciful Crap:

biting up collapsing on the way to the podium it's undeniable how uncomfortably often the apparatus turns on it's operator palms exposed wrists upcurve


10. Borderline Sarcasm:

no text is perfect text in a half hearted reference as the advice to not spread myself too thin is for the most part incoherent


11. 77:

(Instrumental)


12. 44:

decisions, decisions, scrape the bottom of
the barrel
cold hands triggering displeasure
more than three hundred million servicing,
but still displeasure.