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No Worries - Friends
04:27
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Beatdown City
04:08
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Auto Da-Fe - Tel Aviv
04:04
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Cranial hemmhorage, in the face of God.
Burn the sun into ashes, to devise a common truth
Military negligence, of which they have nothing to do
Ignorance to enlightenment
Leads to hostility
Leads to brutality
You'll take the grand prize away, if you can look it in the face
Leading armies to dis.con.nect.ion
Circa 3000BC
Craving money as sat.is.fac.tion
Watch in terror as we wash it away
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Today I found the scars
That keep me up while I am dreaming
Today I found out where the harlots and the whores are
Scissor-cut incision of lucid catatonic leisure
Regulation of where the symbol sits on flowered walls
Today, I found these things
I found these things
INSIDE MY HEAD
Today, Today! TODAY!
This last
Thing I've
Kept safe
Save me from my existence
Tonight we pay homage to the bright God
In the sky
Growing and getting old where
Sinners cannot recognize
A fingerprint imprinted
Mirrored out
INTO THE SUN
We are
This last
Thing I've
Kept safe
Save me from my existence
Escape the labyrinth
You're swimming in a
LAKE OF DROWNING
Escape
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They say that dying has a flavor
That the living never love
And its two shades below
The high we're taught to be above
Don't try to find the jury
They've got the knife in your back
And its got more teeth
Than a heartless heart attack
If you have nothing to fall for
Then why continue to stand?
I don't need a judge or a jury
Axes frozen in their hands
Like a lobotomized ex-human
With an aching internal rash
Don't let your mouth write checks
That your vagina won't cash
Don't try and find the jury
They've got the knife in your brain
And the chain is only as strong
As the guy being hanged
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I must've fed myself a dozen charges
I must've laughed at every jolt
I crawl along your bedroom ceiling at night
And I eat away at what you'd consider hope
She laughs in pain
She cries in pleasure
I slit my eyes to block the isn of the world
And now I hear no evil
What is this life to live as a puppet
With all it's strings in the wrong places?
She laughs in pain
She cries in pleasure
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Sink disorder.
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