Employee No. 512 Playlist
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K.W.
No. 512
Our favorite bubbly, bright pink theologian, No. 512! Sure, she’s a bit decayed and honestly a bit frightening underneath the surface, but we still love her all the same. Her playlist is a sort of mishmash of darker emo and synthpop tracks mixed in with brighter bubblegrunge notes to best show offer her sweet and sour sides. Her songs also deal heavily with, would you have guessed it, death, dying, and sometimes the opposite.
- D.H.
Playlist
1. | Oh, my sweet friend We're all going down to the river's end And wash our dirty hands clean In the songs of our loneliest ghost's release | |
2. | Please and thank you, come right in Now the king will see you Let your guard down Slowly, softly, sweetly, slowly Hot faced, lamb woman Too quiet to be noticed Insane, what they all say Cry hard, you’re not that serious | |
3. | Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh I'll write a symphony for the departed And I have no time for second chances So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances Oh, now I must finish what I started, oh-oh | |
4. | Do Not Enter's written on the door way Why can't everyone just go away? Except you You can stay | |
5. | And so I made My fall from grace I need no mercy It's not your place So go ahead I'll be just fine You keep your head down I'll keep down mine | |
6. | Sometimes I think about dying It's my only way out The only thing we have in common That's what I've figured it out I'm really good at avoiding responsibility I'm really good at avoiding or grasping mortality But I think that I'll live forever if I just try | |
7. | Hello, my old heart How have you been? Are you still there inside my chest? I've been so worried, you've been so still Barely beating at all | |
8. | Tell all my friends that I'm sorry for leading them on I made ‘em think I was fine, but I knew something was wrong I thought that time would prove it's all in my head Now I'm in too deep and alone, and more scared than I've ever been | |
9. | All nightmares start as dreams And I hear my subconscious screaming They say that beauty's just skin deep So naturally, please show me your Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones | |
10. | I ain't at home Home's where I'm going I close my eyes to see I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain And make myself a king |