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Luck Of The Drawing
04:03
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Throw a brick in my window, see if I care. Well I dare you, see if I care. Well I don’t. Well I’ll get back to you...
Give a virus to me see if I care. No I dare you see if I care. Well I don’t. I’ll get back to you... but i don’t.
Reaching out to touch you only words, only words so numb and frozen near the end of the world.
Feeling out to reach you, only air. Only air puffed from your lungs now screaming end of the world.
Stick a knife in my backbone see if I dare come attack you, see if I dare. Well I don’t. Well I’ll confront to you.
Throw the world into chaos see if we care, no I dare you, see if we care. Well we won’t, well we’ll get back to you...
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Bird Feed
04:07
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Oh días mio my lights on fire! I try to figure out what I’m saying.
Collect direct to the brietbart banner, news never travels to those sin booze it seems.
Those sin booze. Those sin blues. Those sin booze it seems.
Praise be unto all those who do recognise themselves, don’t believe the devil screams of those you’ve never known.
Dress the way I word myself with fashion of the bourgeoisie, ties and coats and cuban-smokes to block world from trying to see.
Please be as happy as I want you to be.
Don’t let your tongue slip into the water, don’t let it drip into my small shelter.
Against the man and against all others, who lick the plan with saliva blotting drops.
Praise be unto all those who recognise themselves, don’t believe the angel horns of those you’ve never known.
Dress the way I word myself with fashion of the knight with wings, clip them and I’ll choke you with a sword and shut your tonsils in.
Please be, as happy as I want you to be.
Please be happy cause happiness is fleeting from my bird feed, so be my happy.
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Breaded Sleeves
05:29
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There’s a dialect.
There’s a dialect here somewhere and it’s holding me accountable.
There’s a dialect. A dialect here somewhere and it’s holding me accountable.
Let me go please! let me go somewhere alone please?!
Sat here counting to minus 1, in breaded sleeves I fumble.
Blades fly only to pass me by, they’re aiming at my reticles.
Experts, science and sage have been boiling my brain shall we say.
Your fault, you’re in control and you’ve let it astray, shall we say.
Well whenever I visit here and it’s often, my shallow conscious makes feels that I’m to blame. For the fatal blasted bodies flow like rivers here. I don’t know what I’m singing for right here right now..
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Blaster Town!
05:24
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Gun on the run. Look out here it comes he’s gonna blow you away!
And when I say away I mean it honey...
He’s got a gun, he’s got a gun and he don’t look too happy to see ya.
He’s gonna go boom boom! So why you sitting around to say go get your gun?
Oh here it comes! Oh here it comes!
We’re all living in a blaster town!! A blaster town!! When I say blaster town I mean, nothing! oh nothing oh baby!
Look out here he comes he’s gonna blow you away! He’s gonna boom boom shatter shatter boom boom shatter shatter bang bang boom boom!
Oh here he comes! Now it’s in a car lot, pretty spot, board room, half pipe, old place, picnic spot, oh my god, everyone, run away, oh oh! Here he comes!
Oh here he comes! Oh here he comes!
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A Fisherman
02:04
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In my little boat home, I’ve been a fisherman long!
In my little boat home, I’ve been a fisherman so long I can’t really recall!
And it goes and it goes and it goes... AWAY!
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Sickly Saccharine
07:05
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Girl you make my heart scream, so hard it’s gonna pop and splutter.
Leave me in a daydream, one I can never leave or run from.
Leave me in a hot state, so hot you’re gonna leave me scolded.
Leave me in a knock out, inside a living coma for you.
Im not the kinda guy whose going in for money
I’m not the kinda guy whose all about the money
Oh girl, what you’re saying to me it’s like, alright, alright I said.
Oh girl, what you’re saying to me it’s like, alright, alright.
Yes you leave me breathless. Can’t breathe I think I’m in the death zone.
Cupid and a longbow, straight through superior vena cava.
Dipped up to my jaw line, in searing oil!
Lock me in a hot stove, whack all the dials up 300.
Tie me down and hold me, don’t make me feel the least bit sane here.
I feel a bite, and it’s started swelling babe.
You know it’s you, a carnivore with my life.
You handle me, with care and attention babe, shame that with me I’m stuffing my face tonight.
We make em groan, we make em turn out the light, we bury deep an emptiness with delight. There’s nothing wrong, with happiness in the face of everyone and anyone that’s on sight.
I’m out of words, cause half of us is the touch. An animal, a vile disgusting ape, we’re gonna be chased out of the city streets. We’re gonna be shot and disposed of soon...
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7. |
Title Track
03:45
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*These lyrics can be yours for a simple download today!!!*
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8. |
Reality Is
03:40
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Acid, dripping down a valley of bones.
Cold pressed feelings, marzipan muscles.
Reality has said no. Reality, a scripture not told.
Wood beams dusty little sunstreams flood.
Amber glowing, little river boat teams.
Cashmere skyline, knitted to your soul.
Yes.
Reality says no. Reality, a victim not sold.
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Dead In My Head
03:09
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Eyes burning heat, hermano ahecho
But maybe it's me, flies never really hurt me. Not one in need, not even one whose gonna stir the seat
Why doI feel, lens flaring up and drooling?
Anything means anything, double say and think that way.
Am I going crazy voices talking to me, in my head! Dead!
Prehistory, studying the pages and the backgrounds I see; what a simple world it used to be.
¿Los animales ven? ¿Creen que la forma en que lo hacemos?
*Wait never mind that now! Loose fifty pounds on a miracle capsule!*
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