pink maggit - social theory

Written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by myself. First album released under pink maggit. Released on June 20th, 2025

1 - i pay attention

  • Count the tiles/Avoid the eyes

    Reach and grab/My neck/Whilst you fuck me

    I’m upset/Because I’m right

    Push me to tears/I’ll condescend /I’ll condescend

    My mediocrity is apparent/You’re so talented/Watch me bitch out

    Hey. Hey, Hey/Don’t eat it

    Hey. Hey, Hey/The water, you fool

    I wear my shame upon my face

    Guttural scream/It’s post-ironic

    I wear a mask to add some distance

    Humorous quip/It’s post-ironic

    I want to yell into your ear

    But it’s post-ironic, at least this year

    I want to look like I’m a model

    Humorous quip?/I’m fucking honest

    Unfortunately, our protagonist wasn’t honest enough

    And they ended up weaponizing their incompetence 

    Really big shame moment fr

    Instead of learning from their mistakes, though, they wallowed in them

    Really big shame moment fr

    Where do they go from this?

    Perhaps we’ll never know

    At least they’re tending towards progress

    Right? Right?

    I’m upset/Because I’m right

    Please/Laugh at me

    Please/I’m cancer

    So please/look at me

    YouTube/Scrolling/Education

    Set myself up for success

    You should/Swarm me/With attention

    That will be the best

    I am unable to put myself first

    Unless I’m extremely upset

    I will say things that will offend you

    I’ll try not to make you upset

    You/You’re an idol

    Me/I’m a cheat

    I pay attention

    To making the ends fucking meet

    I pay attention

    Save your breath /I’ll listen


2 - silver platter

  • You watch in disdain/As your minions are flayed

    They talk of deceit/But when you

    Speak I can’t/Hear nothing/But a dull /Frequency

    A tortured artist/You’re weak/I hate looking at you

    Waste of space/Racist demagogue

    When I hear about what you said about that thing

    I can’t comprehend why a person could be

    Feigning for a fix, financial developments

    Ignoring the needs of his constituents 

    I should spit/In your face

    I don’t know exactly how to deliver punishment 

    Through trial and error, I will chew at the net

    Until a day when I finally break free

    I will try to make your life worse than you’ve seen

    You delivered your heart/On a silver platter/We ain’t owe you shit

    You exercise caution/It probably gets you off

    Ruin my career daddy

3 - crass

  • Cocks and cunts are bad things we don’t discuss

    Crass and foul, I say thing, I create fuss

    I don’t pay attention/I can’t pay attention

    I won’t pay attention/I do not understand 

    I don’t know when to stop/I can’t know where the line/is just explain it to me/I understand 

    Words have too much power/It should scares me shitless

    Words have too much power/It just scares you shitless

    Exercise some limits/They tell me to chill out

    Fail at social balance/I am dominant

    What is the worst thing your wife could say?

4 - earache (i)

  • It’s down the drain/I poured it out

    It’s down the drain /I poured it out

    When I think about what happened before, I freeze, I am shocked

    She wasn’t a nice woman, she was everything I feared in them

    Somehow, her ugliness inside was hidden by the beauty she pushed outwards

    She was conflict driven, and loved her drugs/She was conflict driven, and loved her drugs

    She was not here to stay/She left, just out of view

    But she is still within earshot

    And maybe inside, she was just a little girl that wanted to be let out

    I really don’t think it’s done/I think someday

    She is going to reach up to my throat, grab it, and fuck me, like she did two years ago

    I’ll let her go/If she crawls 

    From inside my eye/Fucking Earache

    Please don’t take me home/I don’t wanna go

    I want to jerk you off/You’re so hung and pretty

    I’m a fucking freak/I can blow your mind

    Please don’t take me home/I don’t wanna go

5 - social theory

  • Cry for the death of the obelisk which represents my formative education. And because of the convenience of communication, cry for the conclusion of community, as complex and convoluted concepts continue to control the cavalry, a close knit, combative collection of folks who doubt what they say, and doubt what they do, and as they face calamity, humanity can no longer maintain their humility but develop their cities, 

    Force my way in/Trample rituals

    With unknown vigor

    My way will win/Weak useless souls

    Social Theory/Fools Them

    Social Theory/Helps me

    Social Theory/Fools Them

    Social Theory/Won’t Stop Working

    Letting their fingers rest on the trigger, a shameful figure, an example developed by generations with unadulterated access to liquor, and we are doomed, to pace our rooms, searching for something to do

    I am tired/Of being a weak little boy 

    I am greater/Than that weakness

    Nobody else/Fuck weakness and stupidity

    I am tired

    Bite me

    Fear racks my mind ‘cus we’re running along a track. Here I cannot trust that fear is not substantiated. I fear myself growing isolated, fated to walk this track we’re jaded, suffering from boredom, and I know you’re the exception

    I continue to chase perfection/I’ve hated, and I’ll continue

    To hate the one who calls me queer/If treated like a separate being. 

    But as things grow more complex/with deeper feelings

    I should someday reach the ceiling/This earache will deliver me meaning. 

    He was Jesus, found on the shore/And carried this need for social validation 

    Deep in his heart he possessed scorn/And for it he lacked no patience.


6 - earache (ii)

  • Please end/Don’t pretend

    You enjoyed her time/She took all your food and wine

    But in retrospect/I should have no regrets

    About who she hurt at the time


7 - mr foot-in-mouth

  • I’m scared/What’s going on

    I just shoved my foot so far down my throat and knocked twelve teeth out. I must make the hard decision. My body is decomposing while a small woodpecker is thumping at my cartilage rips and tears, I am a mess, the wine drawer beckons. Let me ruin myself, my mouth must rot.

    And I saw them tearing at their face, nails scratching at it 

    And I watched them rip out hair/Just because I was annoying 

    And I saw them tearing at their face, nails scratching at it 

    And I watched them rip out hair/Because I was obnoxious 

    Euthanize them

    YOU CANNOT FUCKING FIND OUT

    I carry heat androgynous/Chew on a splinter

    Pressure treat your jaw/with my special curb treatment

    Come at me, dregs/Motherfucker

    YOU CANNOT FUCKING FIND OUT 

8 - liberation

  • Her foot tangles itself in their intestines/The throat kept on going

    And they don’t know what they got themselves involved with

    They try to scream for mercy, but alas, nothing is heard

    She finally crawled out, and she’s already wreaking havoc

    Peace will reign soon, she whispers in their ear

    Her breath smells like grapefruit and cheap beer

    Altruistic pleasure washes over them/As fissures and cracks appear in the sky

    The remains of the folks who once ruled over this land

    Splayed across tables and beds and then one became another 

    Nostalgia has become a catalyst for their downward turn

    They allowed this earache to return

    And like I feared, she came back to fuck me

    She had left her mark on me/The slightest three month graze rendered me sensitive and in a haze

    And now, the shell of my self is infected with her putrid rot

9 - i didn’t know

  • I didn’t know things would get this serious

    I wasn’t informed about the complexity

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