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Never Trust the Living

by Death is Like Candy

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1.
Fuck Up (free) 02:20
You're really just a fuck up Are you done? Shut the fuck up My turn to let the bodies burn I'm really just a waste of space Don't be scared to say it to my face I've died once before I regret that I got up off the floor Waiting for the pains to fall from the sky Aim to hit me You will die Is there a population control? Flushing kids down the toilet bowl Just shut the fuck up I thought I was smart Until I burned the pop tart Ready to finish the race But did I even start? Stop to start my live all over again I told you I've been dying Since I was ten
2.
Loose Noose (free) 01:47
I proved myself I passed the test Don't bother with a bullet proof vest It's no match for my shotty in your chest A noose, keepin it loose around your fucking head Don't ever call deuce It wasn't even your pack You sat like merch on a rack In your drink I put a tac Ha ha ha ha ha When I look I know you're lying in your eyes Spilled blood in a cup That's what's up The last seconds of your life are a big deal
3.
The Blunt of Life (free) 02:34
The definition of P.O.T. Look it up in the dictionary There's a picture of me Playing this song Lighting a bong Green to grey If only I could leave this awful place I'd be gone and you wouldn't see my face No chance that I'm ever coming back I regret that we ever fucking met Wake up-contact my contacts Without them I can't see the facts Wouldn't know if I was gonna step on a tac or if there was a train on the train tracks After all you should be ready to fall down Predict the future and you walk away The mindless victim Insanity you will pay Just a thought The idea you bought As I feed my hunger You're caught Let me hear the noise Let me hear the noise! As you slowly die the back of your mind had another choice Will I survive? or will I die trying? or not try at all? Just hide and start crying? Waiting for my death since I was seven C'mon, send me to hell, not heaven
4.
Death Death (free) 03:20
Try to run away The disease is spreading You're dreading everything that is gonna be heading your way And now your body falls from the sky Blast you in the face Split you open like a suit case I set the pace I don't want no trace so I get rid of the waste Failure to live in succession just to die You're gonna die Death Death Suppression Depression Plus things I didn't even mention It's adding up to my exploding tension Ripped apart Down on the knee Without a heart Setting things the way they're meant to be You bleed and I live for free
5.
Woo woo woo You know it Woo woo woo You know it, bro How can the goons be sleeping? Smell the pot, they'll soon be creeping What the hell is going on? The goon is sleeping and there's a full bong That's highly unlikely No goons around, plenty of pot and vikies Sounds too good to be true Got a bag of weed bigger than my doo doo The electricity of this song has got my brain fried Midnight sessions like working in the graveyard It's the 3rd time around Just kidding it's about the 30th time around It's in the air The boule as I'm lighting I'm inhaling it I'm not trying to fight Sleeping there You little Mogu Bogu You piece of shit piece of shit bitch Fogu You piece of shit you fibbed like a kid Don't go Time to go Hey you Who's you? How are you going to explain it to them?
6.
Antiques (free) 04:15
I would kill my best friend for a pound of weed Stand above his corpse and smoke his pipe Show no remorse to the bloody sight Don't talk shit when you see me or I'm gonna terrorize everyone in your family I'll stash them like antiques in my attic The dying corpses I'm feeling like an addict Running out of weed soon I start to panic Bloody intestines stick to my teeth like mesh What the fuck is this bloody mess? Feed my addiction That will teach you to stay out of my kitchen O.J. Simpson never knew what was right Explain the glove and the knife Some of you think he didn't even do it Millions of dollars, man That'll get you through it Run up, stab, slice twice for the thrill Pour your blood into pitchers Solicit them back and then take pictures Why did he die so sadly? He was beaten so badly

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released June 10, 2011

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