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I would like to learn how to kill the nicest man in the world Make him feel uneasy, make him feel strange I am the scholar of spite, I am that top fiend Change my life you handsome terror, cover me with your sin, I don’t want to be clean Hard drugs in the sex ads, it’s the tale of the desperation of men No let him be teased, this experimental girl needs a casual flex now and then Well where is Cade’s mom? I’ve been faking my way as I roam The pit boss granted you true love in your lap, now take it back home And when we all lose (This certainly was not well planned) And then we all lose (Pointless negativity on demand) I would like to learn how to kill the nicest man in the world Make him feel uneasy, make him feel strange, value propositions clearly unfurled Can we trust that the true goth strikes inward? Fairy-tale love just isn’t for you In the end, as long as you’re having fun, which we’re not – this damnation’s for two And when we all lose (This certainly was not well planned) And then we all lose (Pointless negativity on demand) And when we all lose (This certainly was not well planned) And then we all lose (Pointless negativity on demand) The macho man’s lips, it’s like a lunar eclipse I’ve been shifting in my skin while you’ve been shaking your hips We can talk, talk ‘til the break of dawn, but I’ll be rolling down the highway while the point’s past gone The macho man’s lips, it’s like a lunar eclipse I’ve been shifting in my skin while you’ve been shaking your hips We can talk, talk ‘til the break of dawn, but I’ll be rolling down the highway while the point’s past gone And when we all lose (This certainly was not well planned) And then we all lose (Pointless negativity on demand) And when we all lose (This certainly was not well planned) And then we all lose (Pointless negativity on demand) And when we all lose (The heart is beyond repair) And then we all lose (There is no heart, there’s only despair)

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

Treading that fine line of what’s wrong and what’s right While too many years were spent caring much too much about an arbitrary code The fine print in the grey area seems a lot more complex than it ever used to Some days you’ve got it, and some days you don’t, whatever that means That elemental, sentimental, pristine ideal is clearly gone Too many tales, forced to the rails, my patience surely drawn We like to think what matters is how you react when the cards are down, but none of it does in the end Pick up, pick up, pick up, and move on That elemental, sentimental, pristine ideal is clearly gone Too many tales, forced to the rails, my patience surely drawn Pick up, pick up, pick up, and move on Pick up, pick up, pick up, and move on I’ll wear those horns no more, no how, no more, no how I’ll wear those horns no more, no how It’s not what matters, but you know the score I’ll wear those horns no more, no how, no more, no how Pick up, pick up, pick up, and move on

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stop thinking about your skin I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stop thinking about your skin My hands: your legs, my lips, your hips I can’t take it, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone I can’t take it My hands, your legs, my lips and your hips I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stop thinking about your skin I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stop thinking about your skin I’m yours, will you be This night, such heat Our skin, fixated ecstasy I can’t take it, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone I can’t take it My hands on your legs, my lips, and your hips I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stop thinking about your skin I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stop thinking about your skin I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, gone, yet we ain’t done I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, gone, yet we ain’t done I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, gone, yet we ain’t done I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, gone, yet we ain’t done I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stop thinking about your skin I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stop thinking about your skin I can’t, I can’t, stick up, I can’t stop thinking about your skin I can’t, I can’t, stick up, I can’t stop thinking about your skin

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

It’s a luck that matters, did you enjoy your walk through the moonlight? I cut out those letters, fastened them to the concrete oh so tight “Where does money come from?” The conversations within are far more interesting than your petty agenda against sin We lived in a privileged world, use it for something we believe in I’d rather confess to the girls in the brothel And (we) walked along our usual path, focusing on something much less awful Like the relationship between things, it’s all a matter of chance The divine proportion, it’s the physical rhythm - much like a dance, memories accumulate The recent ones float to the top and the others fade away It’s a luck that matters, did you enjoy your walk through the moonlight? I cut out those letters, fastened them to the concrete oh so tight “Where does money come from?” The conversations within are far more interesting than your petty agenda against sin We lived in a privileged world, use it for something we believe in We lived in a privileged world, use it for something we believe in It’s a luck that matters, seeing a face might bring them back, reality transcending imagery The movement of a man in relation to his inner self, his absolute being Playing his true self, like shaking an outstretched hand It’s a luck that matters ,management control

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

A day when southern Manitoba could not be more sublime “God’s good blessings to you my friend” it's a freshness unparalleled With budding leaves, a gentle breeze, rays of sun bleaching my soft hair The first insects of the season, zipping, zipping I’ve recently been sent here to tell you that your story is not a good story at all The all-natural fuckeasy, well, I’d rather be a whore, than a slave About in the usual exuberance that they might convey if they had human emotions Bird calls ring through the air, a symphony of ambiance I sit, lounging in patio furniture Plaid shorts, a short tee, absorbing all that is before me This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair, despair, despair Oh shit These illusions pay no mind to the shaking in my nerves These illusions pay no mind to the shake, to the shaking These illusions pay no mind to the shaking in my nerves These illusions pay no mind to the shake, to the shake, to the shaking This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair, despair

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

The most simplistic way is to pretend Pretend that everything is A-Okay Though I’ve been failing at fun since nineteen eighty-one So can you taste me, please? This story has so many dead pets they can’t feel your touch It could be worse, because you’re good at sex, I just don’t care all that much Like a prairie mountain – it’s a garbage hill Hot salad for the eater of hair and it’s a void you just can’t fill Like a prairie mountain – it’s a garbage hill Hot salad for the eater of hair and it’s a void you just can’t fill The most simplistic way is to pretend Pretend that everything is A-Okay Though I’ve been failing at fun since nineteen eighty-one So can you taste me, please? This story has so many dead pets they can’t feel your touch It could be worse, because you’re good at sex, I just don’t care all that much Like a prairie mountain – it’s a garbage hill Hot salad for the eater of hair and it’s a void you just can’t fill Like a prairie mountain – it’s a garbage hill Hot salad for the eater of hair and it’s a void you just can’t fill Yeah, yeah, this forever, and we all lose, why don’t you show me sometime? Yeah, yeah, this forever, and we all lose, why don’t you show me sometime? Oh I just, I just don't care anymore I'm so cold, and so sad, and so alone, I just, I don't.... Like a prairie mountain – it’s a garbage hill Hot salad for the eater of hair and it’s a void you just can’t fill Like a prairie mountain – it’s a garbage hill Hot salad for the eater of hair and it’s a void you just can’t fuckin' fill

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

Stinking breath, such entitled taste There is a man, so complicated Of tall stature and athletic build She, she was a grand lady, but things could ultimately get expensive So very fetching, but hesitation breeds missed opportunity Mostly worthy, mostly worthy, matriarch and the sickly, unshapely duo “Was it divine providence or my own moral guilt?” Thirty six point eight percent Stinking breath, such entitled taste There is a man, so complicated Of tall stature and athletic build She, she was a grand lady, but things could ultimately get expensive “Was it divine providence or my own moral guilt?” Thirty six point eight percent “Was it divine providence or my own moral guilt?” Thirty six point eight percent Was it is your age, or perhaps, it's something a little bit deeper? We’ll follow our hearts through this secretary problem, Kepler Oh, Kepler Oh, we’ll follow our hearts through this secretary problem, Kepler “Was it divine providence or my own moral guilt?” Thirty six point eight percent “Was it divine providence or my own moral guilt?” Thirty six point eight percent

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026