Chipper By: Ms Goths' 1. Chipper I see you seeing me in the ICU seeing me in the A bone ripped a birthday eclipsed by an unfortunate slip twenty seven winters last She says he's living in the past He says he's sorry but just too sad (Bye bye call me and I'll say hi. Bye bye call me and I'll try not to cry) Isolation killed no life Look how I adapt and how I thrive (An island getaway. Exclaim what makes us pray) Summer days and picnic carts Silt slides in the creek we walked The last fishing trip with grandpa was euphoric but we didn't dip a net to haul in anythin' and the breaze brought us back in I faked a cigarette when I was 10 Now I ju' let them down again and again So I took all these boxes the walls in my mind here Since they were toxic I tossed them through a chipper It spat out these 11 That was the coldest I've been since 2007 Not some random rhyming year That's where track 2 comes in here ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 2. Curse1(M) There's a name on this piece of plastic that'd be better left behind. 'Cause he got the pink slip four decades after he watched his father resign. And from that day he replayed every single instance and mistake that left the home a little emptier and him more afraid. And he learned, no matter how assured, that the longer you spend hating hell, the more you look a little like the devil. We all have a curse that endures to the end; his was living in the shadow of his demons. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 3. Honk for Jesus They said it could never've been done, but the black river runs through the heart of all you hate and all those you love. Don't look back and don't repent. Times are changin' but I will live with a heart of 1887. Oh glorious day! With the good book as my witness This'll put the Vermillion to shame. Forget your savage rituals, I'll praise my god with this mighty vein. My heart burns black as coal, and the sign says no soliciting, I'm just trying to keep you out of the cold. Look outside and see the snow. Man, that pamphlet only got to you because some barron said so. Glorious day! With Plainview as my witness, this'll put the Keystone to shame. Forget your savage rituals This drill will make it rain. They said it could never be done, but the creatures they have all run north where we'll say it was just God's word and we'll lay together betting on how long we can stare into the sun ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 4. Lost Nation(Repent) "Good day - A day as good as can be hoped for. Age is naught but a multitude of small deaths. If you can manage it, die quickly, young man. - Goodwife, a smart tongue is the product of a quick mind. You seem blessed to me. - You say that now. See how you feel when all is lost but your quick mind. - Aye. I know something of which you speak. - You did not stop me for wasted compliments. What's it you seek?" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 5. Curse2(Redeem) You inspire a line of thought that shant expire: What do I need from a life that has no after? Blame creed? No, I'll blame knowledge without direction I'll blame Eve I'll blame evolution We all have a curse that endures in the end It's intelligence ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 6. QuickMind(Retreat) Let's start with something basic Practical applications of astrophysics You went right past my head with that one Seventeen different thoughts I should've grasped, now on the run Just know You'll soon know a lower low So chin up There's no such thing as growing up Maturation does not flower with the seasons It takes time, practice, effort & lessons But I can't do most things well So I- (I swear I've stumbled through 19 years and I'm still 12 years old, just with different fears. But back then I had a way to handle it all I'd-) -Detach myself and leave it up to some overarching plan that I learned thirteen times but don't understand ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 7. SusanInYourPocket I let the shower run for a whole week And listened to the mirror point out the specks under my shoddy beard. I've been sleeping alone for a whole year while waiting for perfect in myself and in a person like the one idealized by the television. Susan Susan Fold around my shape Find the perfect features and obey. For there is no place better for your lonely face, than on my shoulder. It was fresh with new makeup. That perfect smile looked up and sent some astray, some bumbling after you. So what lets me linger around the curves that would send some cowering in the corner, chattering, and curling hair around their fingers? I linger even though these past three days I forgot to shower. Children cower at my ropy mop, but here I am walking beside you I'm just hoping to pick up some of your perfume. I'm sorry you don't like to be used. But I just need someone to feel. I need someone to embrace. Someone to nibble on. I'll undo your ribcage if that's what it takes to have a heart. (I'm sorry I kissed you just to forget how it feels to be lonely. I haven't felt anything yet. I'm a pathetic, pathetic, pathetic human being. She said just swallow this. It's about time you tasted your own medicine amphetamine.) Susan My name's not practice for the tongue She said you can call it one more time But I'll only ever be on your mind Fifty miles on the run ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 8. Grinder Burst into the bedroom Put the dull pocketknife to my thigh 'Cause mother would see my wrists And I could never see her cry But I can't push it in I feel bad enough already The pain from the pressure of the blade isn't letting me push it into my thigh I'm already too small for this Infected with a dull disease you won't catch by sipping on my coffee Wet and round and sharp things those I leave And dial those three infamous numbers Officer this is not a pipe It's a painting of an apathetic young life From 174 miles southeast I hear a disconnect between belief and reality. And mama, I hope this never reaches your ears you have bigger fish to fry so that is my greatest fear But now I can't look you in the eyes where were yours when mine were fixed on the floor or when I was hiding undernead the covers listening to the saddest song I could find to calm me down Sleeping in my living room there I'll find the better half of my mood. As wind turns 'round the weather vane A switch of current flow in my brain ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 9. TheWorstImpression Found the inland beach that banks beautiful soupy tears. Oh the fishes swimming there will nibble at your feet and at your fears. That's no turtle but he walks into the water. Air bubbles stop he's gone to far How can we put faith in an all-ending act we've never made? Imitating those to which we can relate I wish this boat could float if we just could hold hands I wish I was good enough to stop wishing I were a better man I've gathered all my friends This is the part of the story where it ends I'm tired of imagining and listening to the lectering no I will not pretend ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 10.Synthesis/Curse3 Start a fire and I'll find one less match and the situation dire For what's needed is no match for what we desire What it takes from the mind it will take from the soul No I won't be led down this path laid through charred snow Heaven's a guess so far away But look inside the gates and I won't find anyone I can blame for keeping me out of there I took a marker and blackened every hero that I couldn't admire I was left with the night sky only a few stars we've got light pollution Our only solution's to find a hole A little devil's lair To damn their souls & damn their heirs I'm tired of breathing this smokey air Who do you blame for your shortcomings? I made a list strung out on strawberry fields, and I wrote those who decide what's right I'm the product of a hundred thousand lives So I blame myself and I blame my family and all those who said Hell's looming under me We all have a curse that endures through the end ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 11. Sociopath The wife is shot the barrel is hot and there's nothing you can do to bring her soft bones back. Far from the road is venus I'm told but much closer are remains of a brown courpse-filled shack. This reality persists but it doesn't matter. You are afraid of the change you'll make. The wife is shot the barrel is hot and never in your life would you have stopped her killer. Here comes the day when babies are made from mere electric machines and science shit and booze. They'll crawl around and grown into towns and play that old stupid game. Their dads won't let them lose. They won't find any solace in the fact that they'll soon leave they'll run away take your hearts as slaves Here comes your chance give up on romance forgive your fearful self-debts Welcome those you need.