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Song: Erase it All by Iwrestledabearonce

This is my mind!
It's become inconsequential
It's become an apparition
It's becoming and affliction

And I know, that apathy is, easier in life
Practice your subservience and throw away your mind
What more could we all ask for?
Take a hit and you'll want more

No, I won't play!
I reject this life
I would rather choke than let it inside
Dear him calling for comfort
In those eyes we are all… whores!

Blacked out minds
Swollen from the intentions
Proper socialization, is what will eviscerate us!

We are all whores in his eyes
You tilt your head back. Try to take your medicine
It falsifies the intentions of your enemies
Tilt your head back. Try to take your medicine
Force it open to ingest proper socialization
Constrain the population

No I won't play!
I reject this life
I would rather choke than let it inside
Hear him calling for comfort
In those eyes we are all whores

Failure destined
Erected by the enemy
Erase it all
Eject it now
Top the chalice
No, not a drop is valid

Every genre linkin park is in
"Hurt"

Suicideyear, Sad Boys

[Hook:]
Shawty Ima do things that you ain't never did
Finna wake up next to you, in my crib, cause
I'ma make you hurt
I'ma I'ma make you hurt

Sad Boys, we on deck
"Am I awake?", I got to check
Went to sleep, then I came back
I'm the same guy smoking loud pack
Iced out, right back, PCP attack
Greedy pills hoes, on my ball sack
They don't know how to act
High tech watch, high tech locked
Broken skies, fantastic fox
Got keys, but I'll never find the lock
Emotion boys we in the UFO
Skies pink when I'm on ecstasy
In Tokyo, playing Mario
Sad Boys blast your stereos
Sucking on my nuts like pistachios
Mixing champagne with Carpaccio
Slangin dough, Ho I'm in that polo
Stacks of money, more for you
Milkshakes with the crushed up oreos
I'm in Italy, Rodeo
Forgive me after my death, Caravaggio
Louis duffel bag filled with heroin
Louis goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let them in
Louis duffel bag filled with heroin
Louis goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let them in

[Hook]

Bitch I light up the sky, call me Charmeleon
My life's on the line
I ain't Charmander, but I'm nearly on, clearly on drugs
That will make you hear clearly wrong
Longer than my yearly bong hit
Shawty thinks she's guest star Lean
Lean Doer dresses slicker
I'm so iced out that it's Winter
Destroy my stupid liver
I be on that bape shit, you rocking Quicksilver
Never hesitate, shit, to pull the trigger
Luxurious, ate before my dinner, throw Bombay down the river
Yea, you get that picture
Gold and silver around my finger
Shorty on that West Side, she a gold digger, wake up
And I'm a winner, showering in five star
Ho take that look in the mirror, I'm on my grind
Like all the time, Bitch I'm Murakami
Shawty sucking on my pastrami, Get that salami

[Hook]

Louis duffel bag filled with heroin
Louis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with heroin
Louis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with heroin
Sad Boys

Rap/However many subgenres there are

The Faint – Violent

I checked in a room today
Up above the downtown market bricks
Right now a boy gets old
A boy gets bitter
A boy learns not to trust
Someone inside his room
The door locks tight
You keep the door locked

Months went by and doors got kicked in
Two outlaws collecting what they loaned
In a room beside my walls
A girl gets choked
She can't pay back the loan
48 more hours to go
"48 more hours," that's all they say
In two more nights
I hear a sound
A shrill from one thin wall away

Every place is the same
Every day is the same
Every place is the same
Violent
There's a conflicting sound
Hear the arguments loud
Every day, the sounds of the
Violent, violent, violent

I moved uptown a bit
Not much changed
Conflict is never gone
But just as a calm sets in
A police line barricades
A place next door
I asked around the lot
A store clerk told me
Two young kids were shot
Mother was near the tracks
Dragged to where a train would go past

Rap, and a pretty sad rap song at that.

Lateralus by Tool

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to, I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral, to swing on the spiral,
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.
Whatever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going…

Voices in My Head by Bob Mould

I decide to listen to the voices in my head
Strange hallucinations I avoid
The people and the places, the living and the dead
Can I find some truth within the noise?

It gets cold and it gets lonely
Gets you down inside
When it's evening and I wander off
It's a long dark ride

Now I'm very conscious of the voices in my head
They multiply and amplify the fear
I can play the victim or get on with life instead
By finding resolution as they clear

We've had our final conversation
I remember that
Understand me: it's a long way back
If I decide to listen

No more time to listen to the voices in my head
Say goodbye, time to say farewell
To all the ghosts and demons and all the words they said
I decide to listen to myself

If "teenager's first attempt at writing poetry" was a genre, this would fit perfectly into it. So, emo rock would be my first guess.

The Dirtiest Song that Ain't
Aurelio Voltaire

I've been 'round for a long time
And I learned along the way:
If you wanna go on the radio
There are words you just can't say!
Well, I thought hard about it
And I found a way around it

Help me go on the radio, you gotta say the words I can't.
You got to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song that ain't.
Come on, ma'am, won't you give me your hand
And say the words I can't?
You got to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song that ain't

Down in Carolina
I met a girl with a nice…
So I reached down between us
And I whipped out my…
Skipped right past the suckin'
And got right down to…
She turned and said: "I gotta ask,
Would you slip it into my…"

Help me go on the radio and say the words I can't.
You got to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song that ain't.
Come on, ma'am, won't you give me your hand
And say the words I can't?
You got to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song that ain't

Her husband was a trucker
He was a filthy mother…
I didn't wanna wrastle
With this no-good stinkin'…
I heard him come through the kitchen door
When I was bangin' his filthy…
I knew I'd end up in a ditch
If he caught me ridin' his…

Help me go on the radio and say the words I can't.
You got to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song that ain't.
Come on, ma'am, won't you give me your hand
And say the words I can't?
You got to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song that ain't

"Mercy, please!" I told him,
But he grabbed me by the…
And he did something heinous
He exposed his…
I said "I don't mean to seem crass,
But why are you buttering up your…"
He said "My wife's a beard, and she lured you here.
'Cause I'm queer and I love it in the…"

Help me go on the radio by saying the words I can't.
You have to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song that ain't.
Sir and ma'am, thanks for lending a hand.
By saying the words I can't.
You have to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song,
The filthiest song,
The dirtiest song that ain't.

Gonna say either rock or metal, maybe comedy rock. I don't know why, it just feels that way to me.

josh pan & X&G – nowhere

You know you want it
Something from me
Don’t even say it
Don’t even say it
You nearly took my head off
With your teeth
Now you’re sitting here with no head left to breathe

We won’t let them take us
Nowhere, no air, no heir x3
Don’t try to lead me there
I don’t wanna go
Don’t you make me stay
I don’t even know

Time, time, time
I’m just trying to waste my time
Nobody’s able
Able to see the rest of infinity
I know you’re trying
Trying too hard
I know you tried to keep me down
That’s what they wanted us to do

We won’t let them take us
Nowhere, no air, no heir x3
Don’t try to lead me there
I don’t wanna go
Don’t you make me stay
I don’t even know

We won’t let them take us
Nowhere, no air, no heir x3
Don’t try to lead me there
I don’t wanna go
Don’t you make me stay
I don’t even know

R&B/lounge music maybe? IDK

Civilization
Justice

Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east
Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased
Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide
Bound by the science that lives on the lips of the wise

The beating of a million drums
The fire of a million guns
The mother of a million sons
Civilization

The beating of a million drums
The fire of a million guns
The mother of a million sons
Civilization

Stand aside as they bow to the call of the beast
Tantalized and seduced by the demons released
Cast to the ground by the whim of the merciless sky
Born to the fire that burns in the all-seeing eye

The beating of a million drums
The fire of a million guns
The mother of a million sons
Civilization

The beating of a million drums
The fire of a million guns
The mother of a million sons
Civilization

The beating of a million drums
The fire of a million guns
The mother of a million sons
Civilization

The beating of a million drums
The fire of a million guns
The mother of a million sons
Civilization

The beating of a million drums
The fire of a million guns
The mother of a million sons
Civilization

Drum and Bass

Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!! by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

(Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Back in that hole.)

Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
He collected up some baby blasted mothers who took their chances
And for a while they lived quite happily up there

He came from New York city man, but he couldn't take the pace
He thought it was like dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl.

I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping of chairs

I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs
(Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(I want you to dig) (Back in that hole.)

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)
Yeh, New York City he had to get out of there and San Francisco well,
I don't know and then to LA where he spent about a day
he thought even the pale sky stars were smart enough to keep well away from LA

Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like miss Boo and miss Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers.
Well, I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs
(Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(I want you to dig) (Back in that hole.)

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig) Well New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don't know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
Anyway to cut a long story short, fate finally found him
Mirrors became his torturers, cameras snapped him at every chance
The women all went back to their homes and their husbands with secret smiles in the corner of their mouthes
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah poor Larry.

But what do we really know of the dead And who actually cares?

Well, I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs. (Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(I want you to dig)
Back in that hole Dig yourself