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extra kool x time - functionally morbid lyrics

[time]
i’m death positive, for melancholy i tested positive
i need a joy transfusion, 2 bags give me all of it
my eyes look like 2 bowls of graveyard stew
i got a tombstone tongue i’m spitting worms at you
some find god in a cathedral, some chase her with a needle
we’re all just searching for freedom through mortality’s keyhole
grew up around violence, slasher movies get my head straight
i’m in a he+rs+ with hydraulics trying to drop the dead weight
ptsd, i got a carousel in my cerebral
sometimes i feel like dorian painting on my evil easel
samhain, it must be the celtic in me
cuz on halloween is the only time i feel free
i want titan arum and nightshade don’t give me orchids
demons i absorb them, their bones i export them
on my way to work like a zombie breathing all the spores in
smiling at the bl++dy sunrise, functionally morbid

[extra kool]
and yes, that’s where my pride dies
chew it in your t++th and spit it back in my eyes
and yes, it is what it is
it’s a sordid conversation to be had amongst friends

[the grimies]
dookie chain on in my coffin looking gorgeous
horror movies and blood, yes we adore it
were the grimies were 2 walking corpses
the graveyard we walk towards it, functionally morbid
dookie chain on in my coffin looking gorgeous
horror movies and blood, yes we adore it
were the grimies were 2 walking corpses
the graveyard we walk towards it, functionally morbid
[extra kool]
they call me functionally morbid painstakingly faded portraits
dancer on the ledge, plucking petals from the orchids
dropping dimes, flipping channels on the classics
subtle in the speech stretching lies like elastic
but that’s me it’s just another boring sunday
dreams in my locket, come and touch me like it’s foreplay
they say i’m unimportant like no contact
the creature of the sin, i inspired all these denver copycats huh?
so now i’m feeling uninspired
disappointment in my limbs, worlds dying in my iris
silence. it’s the time for simple bloggers
an iced chai up in my reach, in my church fire joggers
so now’s the time for you to show me
what’s the point of faking happy when you’re feeling dead and h+rny?
homie. so, either feed me or annoy me
all of this could’ve been avoided, all i wanted was a cannoli

and yes, that’s where my pride dies
chew it in your t++th and spit it back in my eyes
and yes, it is what it is
it’s a sordid conversation to be had amongst friends

- extra kool x time lyrics

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