[Dug]

do you ever get the feeling that your life's a concept album
but your inner monologue's a looping tape of constant shouting
of course I haven't (um) but it's really awful sounding
look
I ran away, and then I started up a circus
can't relate to joy, and I suspect that it's on purpose
people see my handwriting and they think that it's in cursive
it says don't buy the hype, too late, well thank you for your purchase
come on and get served, and then complain about the service


[Blake Ambrose]

Ever try to explain the sense between longing and joy?
If you don’t write it down, it didn’t happen weakness deployed
Logging your daily movements, growth for your inner boy
What is a cycle, is this the sequence by which the self destroys?
She had a shelf of toys, and what I picked says a lot about me
I left it all still, my own bug out bag, for when its cloudy
the umbrella’s against the ceiling, as it leaks, the pan drips loudly
Haven’t had a tangible feeling in weeks, this is their monthly outing

[Claud Six]
Aint all that street wise, I ain’t ever really been novel smart
Avant garde, I’m a B-minus diner a la carte
Winding up a silver line to patch up all my body parts
Two shits for brains, a small Anunaki heart (woah)
I push and you pull, you go high I go low
The beholder turns coal into diamond and gold
Handling my BI, I’m minding my own
I Land like a feline, I’m fine on my toes
(Chorus)
I been just slidin away.

[Kurn't Cobain]
I've been just ghostin, feels like I'm frozen but exploding
Trying to figure out who the fuck put quit in my potion
Been a little bitter but I'm better when I battle bigger beasts
Buggered off into winter weather, cursed chest for a little treat
Take on every orc with a spork, have a house fire watch it from the porch
Nothing but a broom left for sweeping ashes, I'm gonna use it as a torch
I've succeeded using no brains, failed when I've concentrated
I'm only happy when it rains, probably cause I'm hydrated

[Happy Tooth]
I wish I was booksmart, and that I made good art.
And I listened to the little things that people say I should start.
If I begin complaining and it’s entertaining I try and embrace the flaws I’m demonstrating.
I’m often wrong, like a meteorologist.
Even as I lose touch I see apologists.
Rereading all of this, wondering what it’s worth.
Whether winning or losing it feels undeserved.

(Chorus)