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Played out what was the cause?
Stayed up just to sleep straight through it Who threw out what I collected? Nailed to the blank spot where it got lost When I paid attention Hearing what I've never seen before Thinking nothing more And I won't find it It's a holy ghost Where were you when it just left? (yeah) Nailed to the blank spot where it got lost I can't buy attention, I can't pay And knowing that it's here All this time we knew you were onto something That you were onto something |
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I made it up to the fool the wax-faced lap dogs
Who set the traps and when you're weak they finally paid you Crave rapid hands With pride and finesse And you could finger through the piles Let all the drummers come to meet the champions Break up your band And blast with the cold next to joy And blast with the cold next to joy Make it stop so you can I'll make all arrangements It has been approved Clip your dreams and push shit through If you could finger through the piles Let all the drummers come to meet the champions Break up your band Stale sexless loud and vague So stop while you can |
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Remain until the break stops
Put on your guided lasers Pretend that we're impatient Draw it all up and get it no way We're waiting in the basement Rolling all our hopes in little balls ? He's shooting bolts and get it no way Rolling up hopes and get it no way Friends have all left you get it no way Soon the laugh track Engage us and let us feel its cool Soon the laugh track (Lay to?) waste what the rented gods have wrought Take your teeth back We aren't worth....can never chase Now I'm headed for the plan of (God?) Hand your tags and get it no way Friends have all left you get it no way Slaves to the jock girls get it no way Put on your guided lasers |
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Pack in tight and breath in more
We have reached the solid core Well beyond the gore All aglow and reaching for The chalice that I pissed into Cover up your sores And turn in your rewards And find out where your ride went If I can't leave Tight Up high across the cold lips You're all routed on the same trip I get paid to wreck the good ship How could I name? How could I name you all? You got passed through all the filters You get it put down on the same lists I get paid to wreck the good ships How could I name? How could I name you all? |
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Pack what I lack I don't ever get paid
I got a pentagram ring and I'm loving it I ground (x5) Keep your hands around the coils Keep your hands around the coils You could lead you kids to Rome We're leaving home We're leaving home for good You could lead you kids to Rome You could lead you kids to Rome You can say "We're serving up another dose" When they're picking up your clothes Soon you'll all be Closed! Never leave your knife alone Oh, oh, oh, oh, knife |
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Planets stop revolving in the room
Drown out what's been gained can't be too soon In our pools we're all done All wretched hives While we wait out the law Bound to break the party plans Peeled off the last shot all wrong Peeled off the last shot all wrong You must have guessed that we just missed all wrong We can't hear you giggling in the stalls All wretched hives Giving names to the cause Peeled out too late Peeled out too late to hear us giggling in the stalls |
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Found out the flaming phantoms
Turn them into cops Flattened into black stalks And break one off Bold drivers caught the rare truth Got tighter sinking planks of doom And I'm riling up all of the soft gray boys Creamed, surviving the good times Bold drivers caught the rare truth Got tighter The proper way to treat your songs Ends with a flaming gong |
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Laid down by the debt we owe to the man
Outsized in match his skills Gotta lay the beat down Drop a dime outside Like the boy down Lo All this time felt like Hanging like a badass Only I can tell Only I can tell Only I can tell, Relax! Cheap jabs in his eyes I stand and supply weak lines For beat Xerox, hate it but it looks good I don't like that style I don't like that style I don't like that style, Relax! It only goes around so long I always make these jokes too long If we get bold they might go on We don't hope We don't choke If it glides then only I can throw relaxed fits I don't like that style I don't like that style I don't like that style Hate it but it looks good Hate it but it looks good Hate it but it looks good Everybody looks good |
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