SQUIRM

by MeanGirls

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released February 12, 2016

Engineered/Mixed by Jan Nowicki at Red Moon Recording in November 2015
'i'm fine, or whatever' was recorded and mixed by Raine
All songs Mastered by Sir Wesley Powers at Signal Perception January 2016

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Track Name: A Comprehensive List of My Failures
im not here to console you
i am here to corrode you
swallow me whole

i will tear at your colon
i will curse your intestines
and you will know how it feels
to be used and abandoned

fly by night
starve by day
you and me babe
our contempt will sustain

you're stuck in traffic
and the worlds collapsing
you're late for classes
blame it on class war

you measure your worth
by the hours you waste
waist-deep in restaurants
working for minimum wage
Track Name: Perfect Symmetry
razor blades, cut me pretty... please?
shave away bone, save for perfect symmetry
shape me new, take this old bag of bones
shield me from this wave of heat
the over whelming rush
of disgust, oh god i hate myself
do you see, what i see when i look in the mirror?

im gonna be born again!
cleansed in the fire of hell and damnation

laugh it up, that old tired joke
you're dressed in drag
and dragging down a whole lot of folks
who didnt expect the punch line to be do literal

break the bones, and this forsaken flesh
slit my throat and fuck it while you're at it
do you see what i see when you beat out my last breath?

i'm gonna be born again!
cleansed in the fire of hell and damnation
Track Name: Gunsmoker
she's got the prettiest teeth
i can't think of anything sweeter
than painlessly removing each
and grinding them down to a powder

looking this good don't come cheap
i got the wardrobe on wholesale
when the bodies are dead
the clothes are free

when the bullets are flying
i wait for the gun smoke to clear

i got caught red handed
dressing myself in your skin
i should be so embarrassed
to take advantage when you let me in
why do you even let me in?

i spent the night under your bed
carving my name in your mattress
when i woke up i thought you were dead
there was blood all over my cheat

i didn't know how to say goodbye
i didn't know how to walk away
i cut a little piece out of my brain
and hoped to never remember - the way to get back

i got caught red handed
dressing myself in your skin
i should be so embarrassed
to take advantage when you let me in
why do you even let me in?
Track Name: Summer Bodies
it feels ugly as sin and it never forgives
can you crawl deep enough? can you wash off the stench?
when life gives you limits, you sharpen your teeth
and with something acidic you rinse out the weakness

could you love my summer body?

if i was the trunk of a tree
you could cut me in half and count twenty eight rings
but i wouldn't trade every scar in my bark
for a day in the scum-ridden shoes that you walk in

tell me all about, the unsightly bodies
you don't see fit to see the light of the sun
and in the weight of our pain i will paint you in blood
may you squirm and you choke in all the damage you've done

could you love my summer body?
Track Name: I'm Gonna Eat Your Brains and Gain Your Knowledge
quiet places - stumbling into
intoxicated - light a match and burn it out
twenty seven years i'm severing every string
that bound me to the old dead life

you look so sweet
stripped to the bone
as you sink your teeth into my skull

covered in crimson -imploding bodies
shimmer in the sunlight - combust into the void of space
without a face. not human at all
without a tongue, maybe we're all better off

i want to tell you all of my secrets
i want to show you the sudden total dark
i want to eat your brains and gain your knowledge
i want to drink your blood, and never die
Track Name: I'm Fine or Whatever
I’m not love sick, but I’m sick enough to never let go of the past
To the point where I become an archaeologist
From all the shit I dig up and, yeah, I’ve been a wreck
For weeks at a time, but things got better
I’m doing fine
I scream at myself in the mirror to see if I believe
If all these questions have been answered
Like what the hell is wrong with me
I’ll figure it out eventually
Waiting for this mirage to become a lake
That I can drown in to take away this pain
But now it’s not so bad, at least that’s what I think
At least I can get out of bed
I guess I’m better, I guess I’m better, I guess I’m better
I guess…
I’m doing fine
I scream at myself in the mirror to see if I believe
If all these question have been answered
Like what the hell is wrong with me
I’ll figure it out eventually
Track Name: Trans Exclusionary Radical Fecal Matter
and i can't decide why you'd want to be
so miserable and ornery
you're the residual stench of an embarrassing shit
call me what you will, but you're no feminist

trans exclusive radical fecal matter
we left you behind and we're not looking back

so strap your boots and scrape the hill
stepped in a flaming bag of feminist excrement
this aint your club for spreading lies
reach for the sky and flush your ass goodbye
Track Name: Beer in the Bathtub
drank a beer in the bathtub
while i soaked in regret
who could love such a scumbag?
who could fuck such an idiot?
mowed the yard without pants on
locked myself out of the house
so i waited for you to come home and let me in
but i forgot you moved out...
Track Name: Cold Showers
there's something in your posture
that gives when you are weak
you're old, you're callous, you're awkward
am I your cause for losing sleep?

the warmth that radiates
i was a phantom in your embrace
i was a sad song to your fatal mistake
i was the flaw in your plan for escape

and there's nothing like cold showers
to wake you to the fact
that this lonely beds no comfort
and he's never coming back

its just foggy mirrors
and fingerprints
filthy secrets
and sentiment

we are the sum of our every mistake