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Woodstockholm Syndrome

by Sumdood

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1.
Stay, I want you I want you to stay Stay in your box Let me explain Here's where you fit Here's your starter kit This is all you get Just some basic shit Just complacent shit Just go with it Just go with it and stay Stay on display Stay well-behaved Stay mildly afraid Let me explain It's for the best It's for the team It's in your interest If you're feeling shame Just ignore it for now If you're feeling blamed You'll accept it somehow Stay in your box The boundaries are clear I'm closing the lid There's nothing to fear Stay in your box If you try you may fail You may fall on your face You may not make the sale You'll embarrass yourself You'll bring disgrace to your tribe You'll be sentenced to hell You'll be crucified Stay in your box!
2.
Mom Museum 03:39
MOM MUSEUM MOM MUSEUM MOM MUSEUM MOM MUSEUM DAD DIVIDENDS DAD DIVIDENDS DAD DIVIDENDS DAD DIVIDENDS What is everything? Why is everything? Why is it always about them? I'm gonna teach a class in sassy talking back I'm gonna work my fingers deep into the cracks No place for basic shade It earns you no respect Please elevate your game Allow me to select a tone MOM DO LAUNDRY MOM DO LAUNDRY MOM DO LAUNDRY DAD CLEAN THE SHED DAD CLEAN THE SHED
3.
Animal Hell 05:38
Started out this morning feeling so polite But something deep inside me isn’t calibrated right I'm feeling hella disheveled, gotta readjust my levels But no coping skills can grow when I've got devils in my chemicals Here’s a hypothetical: nobody is listening Just a bunch of white men plotting and positioning They want to quibble in the middle of soliciting Some advantageous plan designed to keep their wieners stiffening Chattering, fattening the calf for their holiday Now haul away the carcass, no apology Dig another grave, fill it with dead technology Then go home and make an appointment with neurology Oddly enough they're in the business of prisons Choose your remission of sins and be forgiven I'm afraid the decision's been made, the invoice paid The goods are delivered, the bads have been slayed It's all subjective, your holy directive viewed through a rose-colored lens that's corrective respective to the next man's reckless perspective you elect to disrespect the concept of one collective They taught us it's implausible to crossbreed the genres but now my shit is like piranhas in your sauna the water's frothing, a thick sauce congealing and i'm feeling brand new options unfolding as you're squealing Don't bother dealing with any smaller problems that blossom because an awesome golem has taken shape and there's no stopping him from dropping beats boldly from his throne at the computer an autonomous analog audio-avatar assumes the role of tutor stay after class and i'll show you how it works i'll give ya goosebumps -- i heard they're yer fervert berks i'll alert you first before I do something that hurts spanking can be pleasant when you pitch it as a perk, honey don't be a jerk and judge me, Judy When's the last time you got off your booty and truly created a thing of beauty that soothed me or moved me Listen or dismiss it, i'm okay with this, thought i gave a shit despite the fact I'm not paid for this, I guess I'm made for this I still make a mess, you're still unimpressed, well it's off my chest Keep an eye out for the twist, kids, it'll be on the test when this track is done your headphones will be laid to rest What’s the difference if I’m singing or spitting Either way it’s just a lot of lyrics that I’ve written You’re splitting hairs, unaware that you’re a lemming Heading toward the precipice, it’s yourself you’re condemning Splattered! Honestly I’m flattered Never thought I’d matter enough to be verbally battered by someone so deliciously auspicious at oration As you have absolutely proved on multiple occasions I’m impatient with those claiming I should know my station It’s called gatekeeping, bitch, enough of the stigmatization Maybe you're jelly after noticing my skills ‘Cause I’m bonkers at the console - Thirteen confirmed kills Dropping albums while you just drop the ball I’d give you pointers if you only had the wherewithal That’s okay, everybody’s good at something For example, your mother could teach a masterclass in pumpin’ Line out the door, down the block, ‘round the corner Business be booming when you only charge a quarter The things I do for a paycheck can be miserable It’s impermissible, the environment unlivable Inflated egos mistaken that they’re pivotal Hey, maybe you should spend some time on the elliptical I’ve got another thing to say about your issues I’ve got an order placed for eight boxes of tissues I’ve got a lot of whining government officials And when I’m finished I’ll sign off with my initials (BS!!) Impending doom, a new administration I’ll get the broom and commence your abdication Time is up, don’t want to hear you bellyache Now please excuse me while I slice and serve the cake
4.
Turn Back 03:55
My hand grips the wheel The tires grip the road The road disappears into shadow Her hand reaches out Takes hold of my throat Leading me somewhere I don't wish to go Turn back, run home My hand grips the wheel The tires grip the road The road disappears into shadow I silence my mind I let my soul float Levitating from the gallows Turn back, run home She whispers yes and I scream no
5.
O, Yeenoghu 04:09
O, Yeenoghu, I wanna see some blood I wanna see my enemies dying in the mud O, Yeenoghu, nobody understands what it's like to take the life of a weaker man Well it feels so divine when you rip out my spine I can't wait for the time that I get to spend with you, Yeenoghu And I feel such alarm when you turn on the charm then you rip off my arm, but I know that's just what you do, Yeenoghu O, Yeenoghu, I wanna tear some flesh I wanna feed on my enemies while the meat is fresh O, Yeenoghu, nobody seems to care How I need to kill and feed -- so glad that you are there Yes I knew from the start when you took hold of my heart that you would tear me apart if I ever broke up with you, Yeenoghu And it's such a surprise when you pluck out my eyes But I'm not traumatized, in fact, I'm in love with you, Yeenoghu
6.
Grinding 04:59
Finally someone let me out of my cage Wait a second - realize I'm stuck on a stage in a solipsist's simulation of a sickening charade Is this an existential crisis or a pineal parade? Another day, 'nother drop in the bucket A truckload of frozen dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets Unbuckle your seatbelt and speak through a puppet It's a musical adaption of The Man From Nantucket Unusual, beautiful, indisputably chewable I've got no budget, I'm skeptical it's doable Gotta grind daily in a six by ten cubicle All that shit gets thrown into the crucible Forged into platinum, I've planned and prepared But I focus on a shiny thing and have a love affair and discover yet another layer to the magic square and I don't come up for air because I'm Scavenging and scrapping and crafting and upgrading Scavenging and scrapping and crafting and upgrading Hey boo, you do too many video games Not fair, au contraire, I achieve all kinds o thangs Like detecting, collecting, erecting a fortress Resting, and questing, and besting assortments of ne'er-do-wells, feral ghouls, robots and pack dogs mongrels, and mutants, and mole rats and deathclaws Hey bae, you play too many video games When you overdo nothing else remains You’re just scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what For Daddy-O, Psycho, Buffout and Radaway Med-x and Mentats, I’ll include ‘em on my resume Chems first thing in the morning like a matinee Then drop the Grafton monster to the ground --child’s play! Got some leather armor lifted off a dead man Modified the hide with the steel from a tin can Got a workshop, eliminate the middleman I got you covered if you don’t have the attention-span for scavenging, and scrapping and crafting, and upgrading scavenging, and scrapping, and...and ... ...Oh my god…. and all for what?! scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what?! So I changed out of my pajamas, put the bong up on the shelf Straightened my tie and applied myself Drank eight cups of water, got eight hours of sleep Cut out the gluten, cut out the drink Balanced my budget, cleaned the garage Went to the gym and got a massage Paid my taxes, got a college degree Then a little voice said to me Look now, see how everything's the same? I'm sure this world is just a video game the truth is absolutely manufactured to betray You're just scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what? scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what scavenging, and scrapping, and crafting, and all for what HEAD ASPLODE

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released September 21, 2019

Written, performed, and recorded by...some dude named Ben Steinert
Mastering: Mike Strickland
Photos: Chelsea Hockenberry and Cody Pendleton
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