[Lyric] WE ARE THE PARTY PARTY WE SHAKE IT BOOM BOOM (Roxy Radclyffe)

In regards to particular callings
I realized it's kinda ok when you do it
And I'm not sure what that means
Well, I'm semi-sure what that means

One's biases affect daily perception
I had to say perception instead of L I V E S because I can't fucking pronounce that
Anyway, in many cases, mine reside towards you
Taking into account the recognition of desired speech pattern differences, and deeper found history
I'd say I was pretty good to go, for the most time





I'm sorry for my lack of all specifics
There's so much here left for me to prove
Undying progress rapidly approaches
And all that really means is more responses

That's party talk
We are the party party we shake it boom boom
We are the party party we shake it boom boom
We are the party party we shake it boom boom
We are the party party we shake it boom boom

We are the party party we shake it boom boom
We are the party party we shake it boom boom
We are the party party we shake it boom boom
We are the party party we shake it boom boo-




There's something to be gathered by me covering your bedroom walls in metaphorical shit, bit by bit, throw by throw
"She says it herself!"




Let's face it
I both operate and am operated by a terrible pink beast
She analyzes up-to-date dread, carefully selects worst imagery to beam directly into mind's eye, flashes rapid
Possibilities lurking in my darkest surroundings, fuck if I know

Sleep cycles often built on one of two pathways:
1. Lacking
2. Endless psychological torture
If I can't see them, they can't see me
No matter how hard it becomes to breathe
Little lights are never enough
Playing dead until he leaves, in her fictional scenario

Recalling instances, I couldn't not indulge in that shit
Have you ever felt traumatized by a fucking [unintelligible]
Lovely little art in obscurity, turned deluded horror

Extreme vividness of dreams out of my control
(That's what she's all about: losing control)
Few times for focus, full times for abstract generation
Get up, and write this down
Get up, and write this down
Get up, and write this down
Get up, and write this down

This party fucking sucks
This party fucking sucks
This party fucking sucks
This party fucking SUCKS

("Hey Caleb, remember our trip to Bethel?")

And when I'm TOLD to focus, it's surely for the wrong reason
A joyless little birdie, a mindful battlefield, a forceful reading
In which highlighted segment informs me:
Apparently, all ill deficiency is a fucking LIE, and clear symptoms truly indicate an attack from the Devil himself! Wow!
That really fucked me up, y'know. I mean, [FuCk tHe dEvIL] and all, but like...seriously?
And she fucking HIGHLIGHTED that shit. And saw no problem with it
Why are you people so WEIRD? How do I fit into this anymore?
I should be praying, but it's like, I can barely get past the first two fucking sentences
I'm now dedicating more energy to consuming THIS horseshit you've bestowed upon me, than I do just [T4lking 2 G0d] directly. Wow!
That's what happens when "wrathful fears" become a factor, you see
And I can only imagine how many times you've sneaked a peek through that wretched fucking door with no lock
Under the guise of...I have no idea, actually
Complete secure periods near zero
What does she know that I don't know she knows?
Treat yourself to "unspeakable atrocities"
What about that time a few years ago, in the middle of the night, where it was mysteriously left open? Just a little bit
How do you even manage to do that, first of all
Like, I've got the constant fucking noise running, I'm not gonna hear you close it
Well, apparently it did close, I just read my initial telling once more
But second of all, and most importantly, I hope you enjoyed consuming that rule of thirds with me
Because WOW, I must've had that shit plastered everywhere
I wished to speculate on which way the colors sang, but captured data began too late
Talk about unfortunate timing, times two

Maybe you should take on his philosophy instead
About avoiding backstage intrusions
Because you may end up highlighting mutual humiliation
So what are you, some kinda sicko?

Yet daylight inversions serve few differences
Starting new scenes, tracking reflections
Through behind black bar witness eyes to the wall
17 mirrors ago, I made a huge mistake
Tear that shit down, I sure wish I could
Locked into form, else suspicion arose
Exploiting routines, briefly dampened risk
All of that effort just to fucking exist
(All of that effort just to fucking EXIST)

No one's ever harmed me the way you have
Not by a long shot
"I don't always cry, but when I do..."
I thought you were supposed to protect me
I thought you were supposed to protect me
Isn't that what a "guardian" is all about?
You're supposed to fucking protect me

Well, I guess that's exactly what you think you're doing
Through viewings of your unknown fantasy
Replace that word with "love", then
Because the child you still "love" is long gone
A grayscale "goner kid", if you will
No matter what way you slice it
Consumed by worldview, the two of you interact on a daily basis
And if that helps you cope, then so be it
But I fucking killed that son of a bitch
That LITERAL son of a bitch
Bury him without a trace, that literal son of a bitch

Rip this photo off the wall, I'm fucking begging you
I don't even care about the rest
I just never want to see this particular little shit ever again
I can't get the image out of my head
Responding by using my own body as eyebleach
Responding by using my own speech as earbleach
Promise me I look nothing like him
Promise me I sound nothing like him

("Wow, that was so weird!")

My first experience awoken was you calling me a "slut"
And well, whatever floats your boat
Let's accelerate!
World view, view world, view this world through a lighter fuckin lens, will ya?
While I go focus down my low brows

In this little state of battle, further transformation requirement necessary
Just a little more, no matter what
I need these fucking injections
And beam me up in red harshness
I'm well off so far, I shouldn't be complaining, but what if I lose myself somehow?
How do you all manage?
I guess some of you don't
How willing are you to break that facade?
"The more the merrier", people aren't saying this

Might crack a smile if I crack a cum joke
Because this is pre-.. me "coming out" to him, the truthful preference, and the widest observers
So like, yeah, you get it
Sorry

The real joke there is that the observers in question aren't getting shit
Not if I have anything to say about it

No controls on this video
You have no control over this situation
Supposedly disposable income in exchange for personal survivability
YOU become disposable
Their own impatience awaits
At least one would assume
I don't wanna play this fucking role again
This miserable fucking role
Delete everything it stands for
Put a stop to my virtual chemtrails
Erase it all from your recollection
And I'll go fuck myself in the meantime
In a good way, I mean

Pink entity's so fucking full forever
Drudge along with the weary completionist
This link, and that link
Endless progress, nothing approaches
In a perfect world, I'd link some bitches
In a perfect world, you'd interpret her automatically
Comprehend boundaries with zero explanation
Just leave me the fuck alone
Holy shit how are you going so fast
How am I going so fast
For this subject, there is no light to approach
Simply hydraulic heads
And no one knows how to read their minds

This isn't fiction
Do not believe in fiction
Things make sense here
Don't fuck yourself out
Don't even try
You'll thank me later when delusions die








Was that enough?
Did you get enough detail in on that?
Enough topics maybe?
I feel like you could have gone a little more in-depth
Maybe give us a step by step breakdown
Of all these funny feelings
So I'm inviting you. Let's bitch
And you whine, and you whine

She likes to do this thing where she speaks in third person
Providing this sort of Third Person
Or admitting one's faults
Yeah, we all know what that means, the fuck?
But she likes to add this extra layer to it
Part cowardice, part jerking herself off with those glorious "S" and "H" words, in pure referral
Because a little pronoun or two could always cure her, not sorry to say
Because she's still a fucking egomaniac, right?
Down at the center of it
Yet we are clearly one person
Just different mechanisms
And this one fucking sucks

I think we first saw this bit in "22.1"
Or, the description of it, rather
Nicely formerly rushed
Made a better call after
But perhaps a poor call by writings
Because that got you in a bit of trouble
She has this problem with assuming intentions always come across
Turns out that review was real, in some sense
Accidental insulting

But back to what I, we, were saying
Well, we were saying nothing
And I'm sorry about that
This is how we come to grips
Haha, you said grips
How about you grip some bitches, haha
Grip these fat fucking nuts, haha

The fuck do you expect me to do?
Say "Ok, I'm cured now"?
Would that add enough depth to it?
I'm just spitballing here, really
And maintaining some level of abstraction to avoid confrontation
And now we're back at square one

Deactivate the second fakest voice




I thought this was supposed to be a birthday party anticipation song
I've been lied to

And now, all we can do is wait







Your time is up, Agent 17
No more changes can be made

And now's her chance to disavow