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In My Own Hell
03:55
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When i'm dead
Burn My body
When I die
Throw a party
I'm dying
In my own Hell
The Lord
He's got me now
But I knew it was the Devil himself
I'm dying
In my own Hell
I tried to claw my way out
But I ended up burying myself
I'm dying
In my own Hell
From the twisted heavens
& all the lies that were in themselves
Dissolve/Subside
Separate & divide
Dissolve/Subside
Flow out my mind
Flow out in time
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Wilson
02:22
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A fine man named Wilson operated the cash registers, praising UPC's, hoping that his shit boss wouldn't inject him with the rusty needle known as overtime. "Well I just want to jerk off!" He says. "Press your cock against the counter & let that fucker subside, you've got five more hours."
"Thanks boss; I respect every bone in your slug-like being" Regardless he grabs his cock like a mother holding her child's hand across the street. An elderly women named Florence approaches Wilson, cock in hand & all. Luckily she is as blind as the church & praises this man. Wilson, stiff cock in hand begins to scan an orgasm of groceries, but as he grabs the One Direction disk he busts his load, cums on her eyes & sure enough her vision returned.
Wilson, the christ of cum.
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Flesh
03:21
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Dead man
He trot the desert
Getting high
Off of pleasures
Skull & bone, born again
Born atomic
Burn, my friend
Oh that flesh is so fresh
Tear me open, love it
Young man
He walk the desert
Getting high
Off of lizards
Blood & flesh, born again
Born erotic
Love, my friend
Oh that flesh is so fresh
Tear me open, love it
Old man
He run the desert
Getting high
Off of pictures
Spirit & mind, born again
Born hypnotic
Kill, my friend
Oh that flesh is so fresh
Tear me open, love it
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4. |
Red Room
03:21
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The lazy man
A spastic howl
Red room junk
Appear in town
Trust me man
Trust me now
Shook our ground
Believe you'll grow
Drag the dirt away from me
Homosapien energy
I'm no believer
Red room believer
A hazy room
I drift away
God I wish forever to lay
Damn it all
A hallow cause
The rose stone
A holocaust
Search the seeker
Search away
I'll believe in God someday
I'm no believer
Red room believer
What can we question when it's shot straight down?
What can he question when it's shot straight down?
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Graveyard Dog
02:31
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Graveyard dog
Cleans my urn
Bones are scattered
Among the ruins
Graveyard Dog
I stare at holes
In outer space
Waiting for the day
Graveyard dog
Baptize me
Redemption for Wounded Knee
Well the martyr of sadomasochism
Stumbled past the pillars
The fascists chased him
His fathers killers
Knees shake, greet the crowd
Upside down
Graveyard Dog....
His mother left him
Father long dead
God bless his brother
For words never said
Now vision red
It's fixed on dog
But his body gone
I said his body gone
God bless the guillotine
God bless the life we live
God bless the internet
& God bless our shallow hearts
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Sun/Feel
08:59
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He wants the sun
She wants to feel
Sun
Feel
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Risky
04:04
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December unites
She holds us tight
Hoping I won't lose the grip
I so quickly denied
Denied
Generally growing
Her sickness is showing
Over & over
She peers over shoulders
I wanna be free
God, hold me closer
Risky move, for a safe lady...
October frights
Chills at night
Trying to repress
The fleshless beast
Thats growing inside
Inside
Lulls that linger
Grow in the winter
Clawing to cause a divide
& laughs that loosen
Are picked & chosen
Somewhere so deep down inside
Risky move, for a safe lady
She shouldn't of done that
She is redundant
Her pussy gone crazy
A white girl in her white home, white cars in her white abode. A white fashion sense, don't it make you feel sick to end up like all of the rest?Well I don't wanna die like that baby, prey that God shall save me.
Risky move, for a safe lady.
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Cops Kill
02:10
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I sat upon my own throne
Overlooking my adversaries
I see that I am alone
No prescription necessary
I chast my grust upon
I chast my grust within
The only thing that was taught
Was not to trust to any end
She sent the pulsars to 4-D
Fly into a quasar with me
The Universe she unfolds
Exposes her blossom
To the trees
I gotta die tonight
Cops kill the populous
Put us to the test
& by Gods chance i'm restless
& by Gods chance
Well i'll be left breathless
So my compass points to Sirius
A fixed point in our nebula
So in God I trust
Kill all of us
I gotta die tonight
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Waltz
03:56
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Walking broke
With wine in my stomach
I just pass
See all the heartache
Remain cold
Remain vacant
I could laugh
Always fake it
Talking to
The hearts of the innocents
Feel the breeze
In an instant
Always cold
You never listen
I could cry
Never sacred
Fucking right
We're always wrong
Grow up kids, evolve
Never talk
Never stray
I could die
Maybe today
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10. |
Into Dust
01:25
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What has happened?
I have no trust
Fuck me
Into dust
I used to be in love
Kids grow up
Turn to rust
Look at us
Look above
We aren't able to love
You gave up
On yourself
I need help
Help ourselves
We gave up on us
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Warm Dream/Warm Death
03:29
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I had a warm dream
About death
This world we live in has
It has profound confusion
Barbaric battles
Take our lives by the horn
Ages pass & the dust settles
We return to our cage
& wait for the next chance
To prove that we have somehow
Excelled in the sliver of time
That we exist
Until that last moment of life
Is staring you right between
The eyes
Your eyes
Her eyes
The knife slowly pierces the skin, pain is not immediate nor even present at this point. As if death, she gives you a kind hug & walks you into the warm, shallow water.
Great bodies of water
Great bodies of water
Lambs to the slaughter
Sons kill your mothers
Great bodies of water
Great bodies of water
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The siren screams
At the bark of dawn
Hounds, growing rabid
I fly off my cosmic hearse
To a land so bright & true
Then I wake up
Guard man grabs the guillotine
He says something, means nothing
It's the chain gang depression
I saw my brother get beaten down
Oh no, don't turn around
Bloody teeth, pierce the dirt
Brother I should've remembered
But now we're in the chain gang forever
& I remember
Playing in the rain
Talking to my friends
Hoping I won't see them again
But here I am
Grasp the pickaxe & slam it down
With the force of everything
You have ever loved
& I love the chain gang depression
Well I cry & cry
Hoping I will eventually subside
Into enjoying my own time
I go to bed
With the same putrid thoughts
I woke up with
Rinse, repeat
All hail the chain gang depression
One night, my mother whispered
In my ear, so I
Grabbed the knife
The steel walked across her throat
I met her aorta
& I bathed in her blood
You've got nothing to lose
So you got to learn your lesson
In the chain gang depression
The siren whispered at the
Brim of dusk
Hounds, lying down
I rest in my cosmic hearse
To a land so dark & blue
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