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These are 5 Demos from an LP To be released in January.

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released November 17, 2016

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Inhalants are drugs, and also some pretentious fucks from Ontario.

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Track Name: Bread Pitt
An iron giant struts in fishnet stockings for the horde; a succubus in tights.
They're screaming for a place to rest. I beg angst, "Keep me up all night!"
Take a look, behold her dead wine, gold, and cold silk.
While my friends try to kill themselves,
they've been crying over having everything.

Her breasts are the minimum wage
they took the life from the eyes of the working man.
He sits alone at the end of the bar and he drinks.

Do you see him?
He drinks so damn slow.
From the glass of cold comfort
that's killing him so.

Spit on me, girl.
Piss on me, girl.
Because love doesn't come in someone else, it comes in paper.
Track Name: Aristocrat Leisure
"Take me to the carnival, I want to be alone."
Sighs Johnny the treasure hunter after selling all his clothes.
The guilt nestled in his pocket burns a hole in his whole hip.
He can feel it in his wrist, the release of giving in.
And the sun sets because it can't even watch,
while one-armed bandits sit gluttonous, and laugh.

The tray opens up into a gaping maw.
The crowd cries out a quiet whispered amazement;
"There was the snake. In plain sight all along.
Let's pay attention to the serpent and the rat he gnaws on."
Oh, God he screams "Why?" as the horror sets in.
"It paid out before, why won't it do it again?
I can't see the sun through the liberty bells that
tumble like an avalanche for me every night.
Who knew there were snakes here? How is it so cold?"
Those thoughts of regret, but Johnny did what he loved.
Thrashing and tearing, addiction taking its toll
as the casino constrictor swallows Johnny the rat whole.

Take all your regrets in stride.
Don't pay attention to what's rotting on the inside.
Track Name: Pantsnake
That close she can smell his skin. Like the stumbling of his steps, the stench creeps out of his crooked grin. She's just trying to die gracefully. To close the door to the out she's got to let this filth in. And I walk this wolf party. We're stalking the sheep but we see only holes.

No one here is as in love with your taint as you are.
Track Name: Sandwich Shop
Take me away to a place I'm trying to go. It's so poetic that the birds would rather stay than fly away. A home for those without, and those going to theirs, this silver condom fucks my way to a convenient pregnancy. A Subterranean sandwich shop don't sell succulent sandwiches. It's just a really stylish way to travel.