Uses for Humans

by Panamory

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released May 28, 2016

Composed & Performed by Panamory (David the Day, Doug Katez, Lauren Lance)

Rap Lyrics in "Swipe Right" Written & Performed by DEA & Saint (deasaint.bandcamp.com)

Recorded, Mixed, Mastered, & Produced by David the Day at Wizard Beard Productions

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Track Name: Lungs
I can see, can feel you move
Like a shadow on the shelf
Whispers lost in drowning dreams
My lungs have given out

And as I gasp for air
and I am reaching out
You dare to contemplate
Removing all my doubt

When you give all of your nothing
And expect all of my something
Empty words exchanged and it's nothing
Might as well just pull this trigger

Murder in the First Degree
How far you have run from me
Who's your confessor, Darling?
Who's your successor, Darling?

I can see, can feel you move
Like a snake against a wall
Cling to shadows, slither by
Without a word at all

And as I reach for you
I know I should refrain
My hands only push through your specter
Can't resurrect without remains

When you give all of your something
And expect all of their nothing
Empty words exchanged and it's nothing
Might as well just pull this trigger

Murder in the First Degree
How far you have run from me
Who's your confessor, Darling?
Who's your successor, Darling?

I hope they don't see the look on my face
I just can't give this shit away
Before I do what I have to do
I have to do what I have to do, oh
I have to do what I have...

Murder in the First Degree
How far you have run from me
Who's your confessor, Darling?
Who's your successor, Darling?
Track Name: The Complex
I would like to invite you to sit down to this immaculate feast
I've spent so long working on this that
you better eat it all; you better devour every piece

Don't back away shyly
I want this more than you need me
But I just can't wait any longer
I've been uptight; this feels right

You worship me like a goddess
But I'd rather be your whore
Sometimes

Don't put me down easy when I like to build you up
Don't put me down easy
Sometimes

I would stroll through this crowded
and seedy dark little bar with a sixth sense
And as I pass through every person who walks by
I feel the shiver in my spine

But I refuse so goodly
Someone should fuckin' saint me

Don't put me down easy when I like to build you up
Don't put me down easy
Sometimes

I wanna know what is your trigger
I'd turn it on whatever that may be
I just want you to slither up my spine just once

Don't put me down easy when I like to build you up
Don't put me down easy
Sometimes
Track Name: Swipe Right (feat. Dea & Saint)
It's easy to extrapolate
And make you believe any story
To make you think I'm fucking great
Something more than a little whorey

And I don't care
Just what you think tomorrow morning
I'm well aware you won't believe
But tonight...

I'm not a painter
Not a writer
Not a singer
Not a storyteller
Not anything that would make you interested
But I would fake it
For you, I would fake it
For you, I would fake it

I don't believe
Your Twitter feed is all that funny
And I don't think
You're really that healthy, honey

Your Instagram
Leads to believe you actually workout
And I wouldn't comment
On a single thing you post on Reddit

Not a painter
Not a writer
Not a singer
Not a storyteller
Not anything that would make you interesting
But I would fake it
For you, I would fake it
For you, I would fake it

[Saint]
Man I'm killin' it
Be anyone you want on the Internet
Cuz I'm degenerate
And I'm really not a gentleman

[DEA]
You can add me on Snapchat
Singin' with a filter
While I'm bragging 'bout my ass fat
And you buyin' that
Everything sold by the gram
Juggle the ego and label it fam

[Saint]
Woo!
Damn right
Slide into your DM, same night
I'm not a parasite
Just a handful of trouble
who's tryin' to make you my WCW
Hell naw, I don't love you
But we can lie if you want to

[DEA]
It's cool I don't need a man
Fake it for the likes, the follows, the fans
Whole world is watchin', not giving a damn
Be anything you want, it's all pretend

[Saint]
Pretend for a minute
that fake was real and real was fake
Would we ever date?
Better yet, would you approve my request?
Or chill with the Netflix
Or answer my messages?

[DEA]
Well we can do breakfast
(Breakfast)
We can do coffee
(Coffee)
This is so awkward
(Awkward)
Can't fake it I'm sorry

[Saint]
Ain't trippin' baby
Maybe shoulda never gone and swiped right
I was just looking for one night

[DEA]
Was it what you thought when we met in real life?

I'm not a painter
Not a writer
Not a singer
Not a storyteller
Not anything that would make you interested
But I would fake it
For you, I would fake it
For you, I would fake it
Track Name: Lolita
Oh, I can't feel
Your little disease
Greying hair:
it has a way of breaking concealed inner-feelings
A gift your daddy must have given me
And how he gave it with such a pretty pink bow
I'd gladly take it
Let's make these issues useful

Your such an easy sort
And I am not one so easily amused
I'm such a fucked up sort
You wouldn't know either way

Taste my beautiful abuse

I want you
in my grasp

Cold hands they feel
Warm when they meet
The tender parts that you would never
Try to reveal in more reserved company
Don't you ever
That you're in charge here
I'll give you a steady what for
And show you where your actions lead you

Your such an easy sight
And I am not one so easily amused
I'm such a fucked up sight
You wouldn't know either way

Taste my beautiful abuse

Your such an easy sight
And I am not one so easily amused
I'm such a fucked up sight
It wouldn't work either way

Taste my beautiful abuse
Track Name: Adolescence
I can feel it, can feel it
Cold fingertips out stretched
Creating numerous, horrific sins

God I wish I could make this stop
Nothing here will help me stop
Keep pushing and following through
I'll do whatever you want me to

And it keeps stalking through my veins
Controlling and twisting til I'm the same
That box that you push me into
Won't satisfy until I'm you

God I wish I could make this stop
God I wish I could make this...

I can't feel, can't feel
Cold piercing tongues out lashing, foraging
Poisonous, lecherous ones

And it keeps stalking through my veins
Controlling and twisting, it's all but sane
That box that you push me into
Won't satisfy until I'm you

God I wish I could make it stop
God I wish I could make it...

I keep stalking my veins, oh

God I wish I could make it stop
God I wish I could make it...
Track Name: Plan B
I can tell
That there must be
Something well beyond
Anything I've seen

I dream

Just as well
There's never been
A place for them
A place for us

Tell me that there is
Anything at all
That would make some sense to us
Tell me that there is
Any world at all
That could give some life to us

Through the veil
Journey with ghosts
I've spent so long
I have been everywhere at once
And it feels so cold

Tell me that there is
Anything at all
That would make some sense to us
Tell me that there is
Any world at all
That could give some life to us

This twisted sort of sick shit that I have mentioned before
Has ended
Every semblance of normalcy that I could pass off
Has faded
I could not try to match you
I could not try to match you

Tell me that there is
Anything at all
That would make some sense to us
Tell me that there is
Any world at all
That could give some life to us