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Cat-a-tonic
03:14
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Kill a motherfucker, now scratch him up.
The only thing that's left is hate.
My youth passes by before your eyes. Conscience folds in upon itself.
Let's go outside to play today. I've been waiting for you to come home a million hours.
Kill a motherfucker, now scratch him up.
The only thing that's left is hate.
My toys, somehow are not enough. I need it...to fuck up something real.
I've got the rips today. I'm gonna' tear up everything that you own...
I will kill it, then I will lay down to rest.
Kill a motherfucker, now scratch him up.
The only thing that's left is hate.
My food dish is woefully empty now. Feed me, you stupid cocksucker, I love you.
I will kill it, then I will lay down to rest.
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Sausage Man
03:58
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Contact the sausage man. He's got the goods, he's got a plan.
Take our sins, wrap them up in organic skin...protect us, man.
Somewhere in time, the wires got crossed. Leaving them counting cracks upon the walls. Don't try to escape by making friends with god, lest you find yourself in a room with no door.
Take out the eyes, so that I may see what's inside. Cut me a smile that can only mean I'm doomed. The waters that'll drown me are the ones that'll dig my grave, so make me a goodbye sausage, mommy.
Contact the sausage man. He's got the goods, he's got a plan.
Take our sins, wrap them up in organic skin...protect us, man.
Somewhere long ago, they got real jaded regarding the truth, and everything therein. But hold the line just one last time, and welcome the sausage way of life. Way of life!
Take out the eyes, so that I may see what's inside. Cut me a smile that can only mean I'm doomed. The waters that'll drown me are the ones that'll dig my grave, so make me a goodbye sausage, mommy.
Now, fuckin' sing along!
La la la la...
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Fifteen different tragedies, a hundred different tales - each one ends in death less glorious than the last. He's all outta' bullets, baby, he's all outta' dimes...smoked his last damned cigarette one hundred thousand times.
Just leave it be.
Just let it go.
I wear so many masks I can't remember who I am. All I know I wanna' go to the show to see them suckers dance. Throwing popcorn at the popcorn at the porters hauling off the mess...The gladiators blew their loads again at the thought of being right.
I wanna' see blood.
You wanna' see blood.
Just leave it be.
Just let it go.
I'm coming apart now, and my pieces are drifting out...settling on the spectacle, and melting in the sand. All these Thracians and these Secutors cast their lots tonight...If I'm feeling frisky I might join in their never-ending fight.
I wanna' see blood.
You wanna' see blood.
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Dead To-morrow
04:40
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Another pint gone...gluttons drank it down. Twilight dispels the reverie, he will visit death upon us again.
Influence of faith does naught to sway him. No hallowed ground abates his step...
Dead to-morrow - the icon of dread. Dead to-morrow, but so alive in the camera's eye.
The gaslight fancies to play along the spine of a straight razor out alone at night...Imagine, it's but a nightmare waking never grants solace from.
Influence of faith does naught to sway him. No hallowed ground abates his step...
Dead to-morrow - the icon of dread. Dead to-morrow, but so alive in the camera's eye.
To court suffering is his one desire. The instance, so fleeting...Repeating, repeat, receding. Reiterate in the wake of terror, effusions, executions. Time is still as the end descends. The age-old creed asserted by the deed leaves all eyes upon the scene of desolation. Desolation.
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Arsenic Tea Party
04:38
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In a clearing, so far from prying minds - I'll show you all how I got these eyes. Take a sip, now, but don't take my hand. The tea's on me, but the rest falls in your lap.
Can't help what's inside me...naught but great disdain!
Can't help what's inside me...now, it's inside you, too!
You're going away...And I won't wait up for the likes of you. You're getting paler now...and I won't wait up for the pain to subside.
In a place far away, long ago someone got naughty, and poisoned all I know. I poured in my cup what I thought was innocent, but who woulda' thunk I'd die, and be reborn like this?
Can't help what's inside me...naught but great disdain!
Can't help what's inside me...now, it's inside you, too!
You're going away...And I won't wait up for the likes of you. You're getting paler now...and I won't wait up for the pain to subside.
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Fakume
03:06
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All night long I've been waitin' for some, but don't expect to cum, then get up and run. I got a little business, and I got a little fun. Rear-end satisfaction.
Hey, hey, come and fakume. I need it down, deep inside me!
Come hither, little sister, 'cause I'm all in a tither. Don't say "no", or I'ma' be a little bitter. Got my toys laid out for ya' later. I'm game for a little pain.
Hey, hey, come and fakume. I need it down, deep inside me!
I love it when you wanna' play. I love it, baby, that way!
Hey, hey, come and fakume. I need it down, deep inside me!
All night long, I've been waitin' for some, but don't expect to get away with just your thumb. I want it, I need it - somethin' bigger. Somethin' 'bout you, girl just pulls my trigger.
Hey, hey, come and fakume. I need it down, deep inside me!
I know what you're feelin', and I know what you're thinkin'...this whole thing is just a little bit crazy. Take my hand, and tell me that you trust me, take my hand, and tell me that you love me.
Hey, hey, come and fakume. I need it down, deep inside me!
I love it when you wanna' play. I love it, baby, that way!
Hey, hey, come and fakume. I need it down, deep inside me!
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Bad Bike Ride
04:42
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Imagine, if you will...two mentally-challenged children on a tandem bicycle heading down the street towards a cliff. There are people on both sides of the street with their own theories on how to stop them, but they just start arguing and bickering. Some folks go out and try to stop them themselves, but they never make it in time because they're too weighed down by all the baggage. The truth is, we can't stop them because those two kids are us, and we...are god.
Resent, malcontent, forced reactions extant!
Pushed in a public john - lifelong regrets.
This bad bike ride makes those with human feelings nervous.
Resent, malcontent, forced reactions extant!
Pushed in a public john - lifelong regrets.
This bad bike ride makes them paint their eyes - they're syphilitic fools.
This scene has played itself out so much. Put a broken record on to fall asleep, light a cigarette just to let it burn - takes your fuckin' house, but no one's home.
Resent, malcontent, forced reactions extant!
Pushed in a public john - lifelong regrets.
This bad bike ride makes me happy, and filled with mirth.
This scene has played itself out so much. Put a broken record on to fall asleep, light a cigarette just to let it burn - then it takes your house, but no one's home.
This scene has played itself out so much. Put a broken record on to fall asleep, light a cigarette just to let it burn - takes your fuckin' house, but no one's home.
Chain to gear, foot to pavement. Honey for their wounds, and salve for their minds. It all makes me feel like I could die young.
Foot to pavement, hand to brake. Honey for their wounds, and turmeric for their humours...
And I am only watching.
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Discourse
03:50
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Lay it bare before me, treat it plain...The inwardness of this thing called "love". We saw it then, and some can see it now. Let us sing the song of those unsung.
Before the horn is blown, and our time is done...
We have but one, small chance...
No we don't, I guess I lied to you. We ain't got a snowball's chance in Hell. Everything you know and love will die...But that's okay 'cause you'll be free.
Doomed, doomed, beautifully doomed.
The headlines, they speak of danger...All invective for a coarser sort.
Nay, let us turn away...put down our trumpets, and stop our squawks.
Heaven help me, but I must confess - I'd find a real fit home in the apocalypse. But what an inconvenience, baby, what a mess. You'd vex me completely over food and bullets.
Before the horn is blown, and our time is done...
We have but one, small chance...
No we don't, I guess I lied to you. We ain't got a snowball's chance in Hell. Everything you know and love will die...But that's okay 'cause you'll be free.
Doomed, doomed, beautifully doomed.
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The Feast
03:14
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Take me around back...The little lord is lying, stiff on the bed. The sick room's curtains have crusted over. The man-servants count the household woes. Mother worries - she worries so - 'cause uncle Clarence can't be stirred by anything. Not by queens, and not by whores...not even for his favorite drink.
Set the table for the feast of decay!
The worms as guests at the feast of decay!
What goes on in my head? Science will never know.
Uncle Clarence, now they won't come home.
Dearest Clarence, now there's nobody home.
Even so, he's the man of the hour...
Now, dig right in, we're fully-victualed - family for nourishment.
I fancy I'll make myself a rump roast tonight.
I fancy I'll make myself a rump roast, a rump roast.
Oh, you don't know me that damned well - I'm fixin' to feed a portion to my cats. As much as I desire I can't eat it all. I can't eat it all.
It was an unfortunate happening, but didn't happen at the workplace, so there is no comp. I will instead, feast on his head.
I didn't get that train set, so I'll have my revenge.
What goes on in my head? Science will never know.
Uncle Clarence, now they won't come home.
Dearest Clarence, now there's nobody home.
Oh, what will we do?
Oh, what will we do? What will we do?
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Untitledfest
03:34
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It's the specter of an angry past, the smell of a curse that'll always last.
Songbird missionaries spreading sin...Hate incarnate.
Fuel.
Dig it out!
The heart of the worm.
Dig it out!
The heart of the worm.
I found the answers in a swirling cup of shit. I never paid much mind to moral injunctions. A purveyor of eternal suffering. Whatever I will, whatever I fancy.
I find the answers in a swirling cup of shit. I've been drinking it my entire life without knowing it.
That's the way she go...
Ancient zeitgeist, I'm feeling restless.
Oh, lowly pervert...He's digging in his pants.
It's the specter of a lonely heart, the passing of the torch to iconoclasts. Society's bridge on the verge of collapse, and I don't care enough.
Fuel.
Dig it out!
The heart of the worm.
Dig it out!
The heart of the worm.
I found the answers in a swirling cup of shit. I never paid much mind to moral injunctions. A purveyor of eternal suffering. Whatever I will, whatever I fancy.
They say I am fire, but, baby that's dangerous.
They say I ain't bright, oh lord...But, baby that's dangerous.
Go!
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Solvent-drunk
03:58
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I'm like a duck, shit just rolls off my back, but lately I've been wishin' you'd shut the fuck up. Tryin' to clean my guns, and sniff my solvent - I get real high, but then reality bites me.
Praise the lord - the end is nigh.
Tryin' to bring Teddy Roosevelt, now back to life. They say it can't be done, but I got all the parts. just want to play with robots, and do my necromancy...The neighbors call the cops, though, whenever they goddamn fancy.
Praise the lord - the end is nigh.
Everything's gone now, there's nothing left - there's nothing left to vex you. No flower beds, no alcohol, no rock and roll, it's over.
Everything's gone now, there's nothing left - there's nothing left to vex you. No comedy in tragedy, and everyone's so sober.
I let you live your life, man, I let you be free - but every time I turn around, you're pickin' on little, 'ol me. You like to point your fingers, now, that ain't cool. Especially when you diddle the kids, and shoot up all the schools.
Praise the lord - the end is nigh.
This is illegal, that's illegal - don't leave your batteries out. I look to the left, and I look to the right - there's guns pointed in my fuckin' face. Leave me alone, leave me alone, friend...just leave me alone...Leave me alone!
Praise the lord - the end is nigh.
Everything's gone now, there's nothing left - there's nothing left to vex you. No flower beds, no alcohol, no rock and roll, it's over.
Everything's gone now, there's nothing left - there's nothing left to vex you. No comedy in tragedy, and everyone's so sober.
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Osteocytes
04:02
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There you stand, a wanted man; filtered through the sky.
Those depths greet them with their heads are held so high.
Reject it all. Don't breathe at all.
You're in a ship related to shit. I'll say it again, and again.
Just stay your hand, they'll be your friends...
Cracking bones in the lion's den.
Just stay your hand, they'll be your friends...
You'll crack the bone in the lion's den.
Silence is friend to regrets alone.
I'll stand in my own real skin, my own real skin again.
It belies the quandary of faith, in the storm without a friend.
You stand a targeted man; acquired from the sky.
Death greets you, and your head is held so high.
Invited it all, though you tried not to...
In this simulation given to the worms of this green earth.
Just stay your hand, they'll be your friend...
If you trade them bones for your dying wish.
Just stay your hand, they'll be your friend...
If you trade them your bones for your dying wish.
Silence is hell for those that feel.
I'll stand in my own little line - in my own little world again.
It belies the quandary of faith...
In my hole without a friend.
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