Текст песни Cringey Wincer - Crywank
                                                Oh, 
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                too 
                                                hyped 
                                                up 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                felt 
                                                too 
                                                good 
                                                and 
                                                made 
                                                    a 
                                                silly 
                                                old 
                                                fool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Egg 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                face, 
                                                foot 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                mouth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Acting 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                child
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                play 
                                                games, 
                                                don't 
                                                be 
                                                puerile
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                undermine 
                                                myself
 
                                    
                                
                                                Check 
                                                out 
                                                my 
                                                self 
                                                sabotage
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inviting 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                witness 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                cringe 
                                                at 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                future
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sharing 
                                                broken 
                                                karaoke 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                self 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                wince 
                                                at
 
                                    
                                
                                                Butcher 
                                                the 
                                                past, 
                                                dig 
                                                up 
                                                old 
                                                long 
                                                gones
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                how 
                                                detached 
                                                you've 
                                                become
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feeling 
                                                cycles 
                                                between 
                                                fraudulent 
                                                and 
                                                entitled
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                saved 
                                                and 
                                                sometimes 
                                                shamed 
                                                by 
                                                perspective
 
                                    
                                
                                                Boastfully 
                                                introspective
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lace 
                                                my 
                                                palm 
                                                with 
                                                silver
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'll 
                                                sing 
                                                    a 
                                                song 
                                                about 
                                                how 
                                                shit 
                                                    I 
                                                am
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                contrived 
                                                analysis 
                                                of 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                words 
                                                and 
                                                themes 
                                                repeat
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                my 
                                                bursts 
                                                of 
                                                joy 
                                                are 
                                                quickly 
                                                met 
                                                with 
                                                regret
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                bursts 
                                                of 
                                                openness 
                                                and 
                                                creativity
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                my 
                                                first 
                                                attempts
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                soon 
                                                I'm 
                                                asking 
                                                if 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                made 
                                                really 
                                                needed 
                                                to 
                                                exist
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                feel 
                                                my 
                                                pride 
                                                and 
                                                shame 
                                                are 
                                                too 
                                                closely 
                                                interlinked
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Time Away from Nosferatu
2 Poo
3 Ego Is a Phoenix
4 Ungrateful Son
5 Imitating a Brief Projetion of Gurdjieff
6 The Yolk That Fell Out
7 Just a Worm
8 Boosep
9 Wellington Wisp, Pt. II: M407fs
10 Wellington Wisp, Pt. I: On the Mill Floor
11 Life in the Chalk Basket
12 Corduroy
13 Cringey Wincer
14 Egg and Spoon
15 A Fart at Night Resets the Balance
16 Deep Down I'm Really Mark Smith
17 I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. I: Bicker Man
18 I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. II: Stretch Armstonk
19 I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. III: The Bards Mard
20 I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. IV: Just Potatoes
21 I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. V: Yellow Donut Doggo
22 I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. VI: We Could've but We Didn't
23 I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. VII: Merry Sage of Perspective
24 I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. VIII: Mince (Hack into the Mainframe)
25 The Best
26 Flower in Hand
27 Yuppie Gloup
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