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Moments of Terribleness

by STUY

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1.
Welcome to New York, aren’t you so proud? Make sure they’re screaming your name out loud Oh hi, how are ya?! Nothing matters, they don’t matter, it don’t really Matter You just wanna be the face, they just wanna have a taste, everybody trynna race- replaced replaced Screaming, you are not me Just to prove a point of separation I don’t want no part of it New York is already dead Now you’re living on a block where they used to sell rock, ain’t nobody getting shot Do you really feel safe? I feel so safe! Nothing is the same Who are you? Do you get to vote? Everyones a freak, everybody gets choked You’re the coolest I swear! Look at your friends! Am I cool enough? “No I don’t know em” I don’t want no part of it New York is already dead I don’t want now part of it New York is already dead
2.
Girasol 02:37
No te mueras de sed, no te falla Nada te va a romper, si tienes la ganas Crece hasta el cielo, aquí yo me quedo Crece afuera de tu piel, así yo me queme Baile con el sol, no dejes que te toque La tierra no tiene vida, y tu te va con el noche Girasol Girasol Polen tan dulce, raíces tan fuerte Quería verte florecer, quería ver tu mente Nada me coge, nada me coge Te dejé en el jardín, y aquí está mi bendición Girasol Girasol Girasol Girasol
3.
Cut Teeth 02:41
I’m made in his image, product of propaganda and soft meat It’s neat, holding onto power to never feel defeat No one is cool, do you need to see receipts You wanna be important, you wanna be a chore? You don’t want guilt, you just want more- Feeding your stomach it’s already full Man I am no man I’ve got cut teeth I don’t want to feel it I’ve got cut teeth in my head Gotta start a fire, gotta make a god Gotta cut the wire, gotta fake a flood First you get the money, then you get the power Your teeth look kind of funny, now we can devour They can hear you wheezing, it’s a broken heart Wipe away your tears, don’t be acting smart Rip it all apart, whoever we’re to be I am not a man, I am human being Ddddddddddddddddddddddelete yourself, Delete yourself Ddddddddddddont you wanna try it Don’t you wanna try it No one is cool, no one is important, everything they taught us was a lie
4.
Butcher Shop 02:15
I need to cut off my hair because I need to stop pretending I need to cut out my eyes because I’m looking to a future I may not have My ears are listening to the bullshit being spewed out my mouth and my nose can smell it My lips are perched together kissing something that’s not there Shoulders being lifted up because I need to seem not so square I’m more defensive than I ever thought I would be Maybe this is the man my father wanted me to be Take my knees too I’ve never been good at getting on them Mama always told me not to be a beggar she’s never been wrong about em Look at the sky searching for forgiveness Maybe there are no gods and maybe I’m my only witness And now I’m suffocating under the weight of my own breath Because I’ve spoken too much and you’re just not that impressed See I’m a liar, narcissistic, and I’m angry Just a piece of meat left in the freezer dead and hanging I don’t want to be anything I don’t want to be anything I just want to be my own human, my own president, and my own wedding ring. Now cut me up and serve me out I think we’re done here Now you know everything in my mind and everything that I do fear. Take every piece of me I’m finished Take every piece of me I’m finished Take every piece of me I’m finished Take every piece of me I’m finished

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released November 1, 2019

Written by Nelson Antonio Espinal
Performed by Stuyedeyed - Nelson Antonio Espinal, Humberto Genao, George Ramirez, and Luis Ruelas
Produced by Jeff Berner and Nelson Antonio Espinal
Recorded by Jeff Berner and Garret De Block
Recorded at Strange Weather, Brooklyn NY
Master by Ryan Schwabe, Philadelphia PA

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