The Callous Daoboys - Celebrity Therapist [Full Album 2022]

Lyrics to Celebrity Therapist [Full Album 2022] by The Callous Daoboys

Tracklist: 01. Violent Astrology God Particle Midlife Crisis Machine And such expensive misery You will be judged for your boardwalk proclivities I’ll follow you out to the Sun and chase You to believe That this world Is out to get you When I see an American Flag I don’t feel a fucking thing even if it’s half mast But where you foam at the mouth, you foam all There’s a stick shift of progress and pride and it’s going to 1 You’re not John Wick You larping fuck You want your “Die Hard” But the trigger’s stuck Pick it up, pick it up You wanna know what I keep from you? You wanna the bastard who sent me? Then point at your own sky And I’ll roundhouse that answer Super-collider (?) Crippler Fame (I'd like to thank the academy) Fake (I love your hair, oh my god) Zenith (This Summer) Teeth Seven (?) Moon (?) It is not until you are dying of heat stroke That you will admit that the Earth is round Like a small animal the middle of the road, I will sit the body, electric wires cascade around causing a 12 car pileup, making my small life feel like it’s meant for something (Me and Satan, me and St. Helen, taking a spacewalk on spent soil) Passing the light to its rightful receiver Bury your AR-15 so the drones overhead can’t find it Don’t Force Feed My Family On your own time, in the statue engravings on your popcorn past Bastion of the interruptions This could be your next pivot So you can call me anytime And tell me I’m wrong about Teachings and practice Verses and scripture Falling in love with Morals and progress Your punisher skull on your Ford and your Facebook wall Everything you share is to reinforce your worldview No one will muzzle you like I will with my own bare hands Hoo rah Semper Fi Where we go one We fuck off Spaced out and endangered Disrespected and distanced Every pistol from the morning of the 25th will go off At the sight of the white grizzly This is how we ruin the namesake A model home drinking from a fire-hose Evidence numbers on all your possessions It didn’t have to be like this You didn’t have to embarrass us 02. A Brief Article Regarding Time Loops “As I wash your body, I will fill hell with you” With your every limb in any consequence With your bones attached to my collared shirt Impulse items of conquest dives Dripping with the matricide of comparable bungee chord static (Provider available) Sever my inflatable crucifix My favorite necktie Lord rid me of my word vomit My sourness My bitter red My constant need to feel like I’d be better off dead All of this pushes you down in your seat This sky writer pattern you let repeat Don’t spell it out Or speak my namе To get the desirеd affect Spirit? Ignore (Spread across the floor, you fucked up the floor) In your moral panic with a thousand doors How a cycle treats you (Just give me the case, she’ll at least have life) Like a cold sore (You must’ve suffered) Pagans mocking (You must be tired) Biography (You can lay your head) Written with lightning (Put it on the tracks, pray the train’s your friend) (You must’ve suffered) In a murder of rainbows (You must’ve suffered) You’re the only crow (You must’ve suffered) Just sit back (Over and over, over and over) Everyone remembers their first experience with déjà-vu For her it was her first grade art teacher saying “These shouldn’t look like octopuses” to the class While they were painting trees “You said that in my dream” she exclaimed Believing her experience to be nothing But a subconscious escapade She then realized her response was also part of the “dream” 30 years later, she felt this way 800 times over Like she had been here before Repeating the same actions day in and day out Shatter everything Sever all your ties Give the sand a new home inside your cavities Obey the homily Jerk off in your car Kick up pollen while you drive back to the living quarters Don’t spell it out Or speak my name To get the desired affect Spirit? Ignore (Spread across the floor, you fucked up the floor) In your moral panic with a thousand doors How a cycle treats you Like a cold sore Stand and watch This is what you did with the one life you had You ruined it I want to earn this moment I want to work my way back I want to start over I want to start over The angels are all the same The owls are not what they seem (Start over) 03. Beautiful Dude Missile Dog whistle lunatic, put ‘em out to pasture When you see the fruits of your labor, make 'em dance in current time Dog whistle lunatic, never had a fighting chance Cleaning sample sycophant, running rampant changing lines Before exchanging smoke rings Show your work Show your work Private First Class Chicken wire wraps around the apparatus Compressed pages of blank thoughts and red daisies Held together inside Manila prisons As he gives up his sense of space and time he Runs up and down, spits on his own chin, gets down in a sеal push-up position Hock that shit again, I dare you Hock that shit again I swear to you IDW ego strokе time Who is a rabbit hole to play executioner? The algorithm intends to bite your shoulder like you ain’t never felt before Look for it (Change my mind Change my mind Change my mind Change my mind Change my mind Change my mind) Dog whistle lunatic Never had a fighting chance There’s no answer We circled up around the icebox and pay millions for the melting To watch the scrolls of a dead star be opened like a cadaver We watched our mouths and gave chase in disguise While I “screw tape” the preconceived notions that you caress so deeply Because if death was part of god’s plan He was absolutely making it up on the fly There’s no answer There’s no answer No, there is no answer There’s no answer No, there is no answer There’s no answer No, there is no answer There’s no answer There’s no... 04. Title Track Sister Syzygy, focus on the middle body Basic chemistry, stagnant science middle child There’s so much I wanna s-s-s-say but I just keep my fucking mouth shut Sister Syzygy, don’t you hate being Right, all the time? Over bearing straight, or manic street You seem to preach like a man who lost his desk sated But I’m pretty sure that your name is still on the door Painted like the old days In a dig for what makes sense with The search party games you play on the interns this summer I’m gonna make sure your back breaks Go along to get along Go along to get along again Don’t let ‘em think that the devil won So raise the flag and leave the lantern on Does it make you feel big just to say “We didn’t love another”? Can’t you admit that you’re wrong, so apologize Cause your bank account doesn’t care if you’re friend dies (Take, take, take, take) I’m sure that you’re just as pissed and world weary, but I don’t think that means you’re above any of us (Exorcise the Celebrity Therapist) Every line is an Albatross An interruption of scripture scoffed (Let me interject) So give me the torch and I’ll stalk and talk famous With a pompous throat in an Empire State voice box Don’t let em’ think that your devil won The fire mouths could swallow us whole I will love me so you don’t have to Embrace in all my struggles I look up to the moon And I sit and stare (Recall the stars on my ceiling) Wonder where you are (The envious color night vision) Knowing you’re playing House (The sleep paralysis that I long for) Get to the fountain of youth and give thanks when it’s made of oil Surround the room And call me home Just end this mess And damnation Surround the room (Surround the room) And call me home (And call me home) Just end this mess (Just end this mess) And damnation Wrapped around the service was the plastic wrap of progress And the sewage of the title tracks could have had a hint of subtlety Repeating lyrics, instances of loops, “Go on and dig it” Let the stomping secrets stalk the ground and End this execution (Say goodbye to everyone that you love) Blood-letter, you’re running dry (Disgusted by the way that you act) Go Along To get Along 05. Field Sobriety Practice I sit, banking karma on the other line This flashing cry is sinking in the room And I’ll fry myself at the stake If it means you call me home If it means I get control Oh please, remove the wire from my neck Belittle keys that you can’t spend I think it’s time that we grow legs And walk to the ocean Now it’s an empty promise of killing time Time we don’t have Quiet desperation Could it be my deep fake? Cause when I look in the mirror I don’t see anyonе who cares For the longest timе I loved To call it quits on what prevents the quiet pill delete But you can never be too careful With obsessive checks I’m not convinced you’ll miss me when I’m gone Authentically spiritual pollution My brumation will still make me ill-bred Plastic wrap around the supernova’s atmosphere The magnetic field gets its own buffet Everything Must be saved So don’t squander this second chance You won’t be spared From my Scrupulous Oddity price check Show your baby face Show your hand Do you think it’s funny? To spit on my motherland So far I’ve had nothing but scratch-off luck And in turn, my shoulder in a sand pit So in uncertain worry, I will ask if you want me still There’s nothing left, just a silhouette Cause you dried your eyes looking at ghosts all day Nothing for the ground, just a casket And no one’ll miss you as much as they do right now I’ll turn right off at Castleberry, headed to the house where you no longer live, and even though I’ve forgotten the gate code, I’ll still feel the strokes of the numbers in my muscles, and Scout, who knows my scent, has seen your eyes scan me down, and he’ll know just as much as you or me, why I’m back and “stable” Am I the whisper waiting here expecting a bang? I want it to end Geek squad navel gazing I’ll reply with my open mouth gaping Square shoulders marriage hazing I’ll reply with my open mouth gaping Oh lord my God I’ve done everything you asked I took the bee right out of the glass and it stung me Right back All the animals that escaped from the zoo (I spent a whole year, waiting for this?) Are in my backyard while I am too They can capture my flag Call this home base Rob me of my bed Let us not forget how fortunate we are That these lovers and liars and leavers are all here Spent and dry Spending the day with the family With Heartburn and backaches I am poised to be The stay at home dad of the century But when I look in the mirror I don’t see someone who’s worthy For the longest time I loved To call it quits on what prevents the quiet pill delete But you can never be too careful With obsessive checks I’m not convinced you’ll miss me when I’m gone I see the string lights in the boat yard After swimming through Lanier for hours I never knew I’d come home To such a warm welcome 06. The Elephant Man In The Room Cardboard Devils, old sex Here where the titans beg for scraps It’s hard to think “Warm and peachy” (Here, do you justify the ends? Do you mock them where they stand? Do you love them for their dead?) Sitting in wait for the moon phase to change The only way, truly, to deal with this place “Half circle” To the gold rush, lover, I’ll go for rights To marry you sweetly, one November night My flask will run empty Unlike the Calvary Bullet tags on my spurs on the off chance That I die in the sand, or the lawman is no Bastard inception of harlot conclusions Enslaved to the lake where his paramour sleeps And if I make it west, if it takes all year I’ll swallow my tongue and curse Route 66 Man it sure would take a hollow bride To decline this dowry So everybody in the brave new world Put a saddle on the nearest creature Bow your head and do this for me Pray for this world Whatever we get, we fucking deserve Wrapped in a casket, my darling, she lay With hands on her death bed, each morning I prayed For my violence To not be inherited Send me to hell if it means she’s at peace I’ll serve my sentence All senseless death, can be mended But how? If you sail to the edge Starboard off the back of a grizzly I see the beginning of the ice wall Continents of olden days I must report back to my country The CIA says, “just sit down son” I will not be fucking silenced Radicals made by a programmer God’s favorite psy-op The child you dream of, she doesn’t exist She’s just as fake as the space On the ground where you lay your Head I see patience growing thin True disturbance will run empty Unlike my paranoia Still stuck on the same page I disowned Still sick from the flavor of youth Found out that the poison was my own No truth to the cause No deep state lies I have seen the elephant Held its trunk in my hands I think I’m ready, November I think I’m gonna need a bullhorn To speak with charisma to the masses To everybody in the whole wide world This thing we don’t speak of It’s called “living life” The end sure is nigh 07. What Is Delicious? Who Swarms? Lily-white Hand grenade Shrapnel (Of the youth group) Who told you Every little thing would roll back to its start With so much work No no no, no no no, no no no Not here We’ll kill it All with light Screaming from the fridge is a brand new escape What have you gained from Living with no rails up When your life could end with A gunshot in the hallway Continuing the cycle For incitement of sin Bastardized to the point of contentment Let’s see who can piss the clearest Will you come to me As you did My father before me? Cause on that day my writers block Will be like every wall of sound I’ve ever written Peace is directed To coexist To hate the sin and Never your own kind The selfish birds always sing before I wake up saying “This looks like a situation I can meddle in” And what would Jessica think, if I turned the volume down? Just me, myself and my Daisy Model 25 Cause I won’t give her A/C If she won’t give me what I need The truth about her in the hull of the royal oak So I can’t see a way To go on just living I think I’ll hang, from a ceiling fan, that sounds fine to me (Love with your whole heart) There’s so much space and time left to discover (Even when it’s dead and turning into salt) There’s so much left in this world right now (Love with your whole heart) There’s so much space and time left to discover (Even when it’s dead and turning into salt) There’s so much left in this world right now Geek squad navel gazing I’ll reply with my open mouth gaping Square shoulders marriage hazing I’ll reply with my open mouth gaping Stand on stage and regret every word you say I’ll reply with my open mouth gaping The alarm goes off and you’re already too drunk Let’s transfer consciousness Bombarded with (444, 666, 444, 16, 19, 22) Angel numbers Everything looks so beautiful But I can’t decide which eye to gouge 08. Star Baby I want my ice cream I want my MTV Don’t want any “all the small things” I want my Callous Daoboys God is my pilot Yes, the lord is my pilot episode His arms like a power line cut His kiss like a simulated season of television And every year there’s a heavenly lottery He’s a couples vacation of idolatry And the winner is two first names In the raffle to see who the other 9 wheels are Star baby, how’s your broken back been since your heartbreak happened and you let it in? Star baby, did you cry yourself to sleep, slipping off your clothes, buying major kеys? Cause you can search the еntire orchard You can scratch all the records you own Strip stark and call it “searched rip off” Idol stop and start like a maverick Yes, my god is a nesting doll She feels so real in the scheme of it all She’s the rich man’s Bermuda Triangle Shallow it when I spit so I swallow my congestion And I’m just fine with that She stole my heart And I don’t want it back I’d rather sing to my muse Than sell a fucking t-shirt Star baby, did you deep-fry a piece of the Great Barrier Reef? Star baby, there ain’t nothing harder than lovin’ someone who just ain’t there Star baby, are your thoughts disconnected? Your bashful projection, all at a standstill? Star baby, who’s the one you’re thinking of when you bite my lip and call me overzealous? I’ll be a chew toy for the hound of Baskerville I’ll stop a speeding bullet with time to kill Don’t want any Callous Daoboys I want my murder podcast My cause is a myth that we studied in physics class My cause is the one on crack cocaine, ecstasy, methamphetamines Ionospheric entertainment Singing you to sleep with Haarp Machine songs Full sable starry-eyed junk food gospel Cause I walk onto the water Buzzing with electrolytes and sacrilege To be praised for my plastic lack of inspiration I get that this is heinous To burn up on re-entry and call the state a traitor But I guess that’s only half the accusation In hindsight I was lost and didn’t have a map to re-create it The “home” you said you came with A moment of weakness, labeled “revelation” Cause I walk onto the water Buzzing with electrolytes and sacrilege To be praised for my plastic lack of inspiration I get that this is heinous To burn up on re-entry and call the state a traitor But I guess that’s only half the accusation In hindsight I was lost and didn’t have a map to re-create it The “home” you said you came with A moment of weakness, labeled “revelation”