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blood and sand [x4]
what world filled with black and which point of collapse becall you crystal gazers becall you philostines water melting decayed and angry collapse [collapse]...collapse [collapse]... collapse [collapse]...collapse [collapse]... what i can't runs[pulls] my fingers from the burning metal sign is this the only way to say a prayer? are your's the only eyes that stare? what world filled with black instead of sedatives...sedatives...sedatives...sedatives... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... my nails will break my spine [my nails will break my spine]... blood and sand [x8] |
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Cowardice muscles turn to torture
The waking time is low Inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control A many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease Form collapsing red sky revealed, caught up in the breeze They grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor It's there appeared in seconds only slipping murder web Sleeping under glass decisions where the only light ways crack A many little sisters breed in force field unity Genetic arms unfold braving night for lunacy They grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor Hey stop I'll take her place, enter due hole And circles celebrated slavery for sake Uncoils the run of blood of gravity and hate They grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor They grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor |
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they grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor
*?*...no while hey baby won't you come back to me now hey baby won't you come back...to me now a daydream, it's only cooked my soul watching the game, watching you go always...time to explain always the same, time to explain wishing the world warning to it is this no way? all waiting the game promised lays is this the same? watch it all not a game, watch the walls... watch the walls...watch the walls...watch the walls... it's pigface...it's pigface with it...pigface with this server(?) this illusion...pigface is.... we've all been hung, no way out this plot...plot...plot...plot... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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ooooo
within this darkened corner the warlock proudly crawled upon i looked beneath my feet and see the soles upon the shoes i wear in the soles the holes burn deep burn towards the street i walk on down the street to find the park in which i have come from in the park there sits a girl i want to know that girl... sitting in the street, i walk among the souls with no wholes the holes in my soles and a hole in my soul i wish towards the star in a vacant light in out star i walk along the park and in the park i see the girl in the street the street is the girl- the girl is the street she wears no clothes and clothes are no weak i walk towards the street ray gun in my hand... reached between my pocket, i reached into my pocket i wander where she is took her, down on the grass the grass is very brown i heard psychic screams i did nothing- she sits with her legs spread her legs spread like the morgue glassy blue, her lassitude [indecipherable] i wonder where it is she sits there... wondering, wandering what happened to our heart? aaahhhh it decides, i walk towards her i sit there involved my hands are in my pocket my pocket and my lassitude, lassitude from my pocket the cash inbetween us, there sits a wall a wall i escaped from i wonder can i get through this wall?... is this the world? is this world we have escaped to? she sits a street corner with her glassy blue eyes i wonder where she's been? i wonder who she's fucked? who's she fucked? i wonder where she's been? it turns me on this is a vacant lot, i see her walking , the stars i reached towards the souls, of dead Frankenstein this isn't what i wanted to be used for i went towards the glassy view i reached between her legs i grasp her heart, heart in my hand i stick my, stick my, stick my into her, into her reaching toward the sky, the stars fall the soles in my shoe, the soul's in my shoe is this a vacant? is this a vacant lot? heart in my hand Ain't she sweet? t-t-tainted Ain't she sweet? t-t-tainted, darkness souls on my feet ooww ow oho ooh livid inside her inside her i looked toward the street and walked down with my shoes on my feet the holes in my soles the stars in the sky, i can't reach |
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You only outride the same outside
And be refused by entry, cut down high You'll be beside yourself, and criminal elements dig The underground that stalemate to thyself the plane outside... Forego the frenzy now, it seems the edge is torn and cracked Licking, cutting, freezing for the longest time In short the ill will be in dream And water flow that whole that heats up in between us both... Sent of disseverence The flame that used to fall between us is the deficit They climb the sinking side Indifferent elsewhere hangs its hardened head above us on the edge... Sent of disseverence The flame that used to fall between us is the deficit They climb the sinking side Indifferent elsewhere hangs its hardened heads above us on the edge... |
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[i'm not sure about most of the lyrics to this one, it shouldn't be too
hard to find the correct ones at a Connelly homepage or something] the sound of secrets and faith falling speared ammended uninvited driving game it falls the bloodshed play stowaways can taunt the air their arms revolving in clockfaced stare fight the force so claimed against your farenheits your bills walked out with the strange surprise cold and fractured against your lies shattered hand britches are underhand destroying asylums on the sand you want to be alive when it happens climb exits fly when the voices cry a ruptured again for a dream any second while little is known of the courage attacked a ressurection under glass they're scared again the hours are ours in sight a dream any second the watt against the night a dream any second the watt against the night you want to be alive when it happens climb exits fly when the voices cry a ruptured again for a dream any second for little is known of the courage attacked a ressurection under glass they're scared again the hours are our in sight a dream any second the watt against the night a dream any second the watt against the night you want to be alive when it happens climb exist fly when the voices cry a ruptured again for a dream any second --------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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There is no god
Up in the sky Tonight No sign of heaven Anywhere in sight All that was true Is left behind Once I could see, Now I am blind Don't want the dreams you try to sell This disease I give to myself How does it feel? Suck Suck Suck How does it feel? Suck Suck Suck She makes it sweeter than the sun I get to tight, I come undone I bow my head to confess The temple walls are made of flesh Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track Itches my skin right off my back I'll heal your wounds, I'll set you free I'm Jesus Christ on ecstasy How does it feel? Suck Suck Suck How does it feel? A thousand lips, A thousand tongues A thousand throats, A thousand lungs A thousand ways to make it true I want to do terrible things to you How does it feel? |
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| 5:02 |
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You can speak the bigger eves are lies
The silence burns you, you can close your eyes Waiting to be over, to be over You can beat the bigot man The sucker of his slaves Undecided, undecided, and injured out of place To be over to be over to be over The first time I saw you Your skin was still intact The shore caressed you In violent face, in cruciform for saints Still frozen intact, a stillborn suffers Strangers laugh out loud The shore caressed you In violent face, in cruciform for saints Too much time is weightless Sentiment is weightless Still grown to the ears, a stillborn suffers Strangers laugh out loud The shore caressed you In violent face, in cruciform for saints Too much time is weightless Sentiment is weightless Too much time is weightless [x3] |
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T.F.W.O. (x3)
totally fucking weirded out treason trapping animal hide in the vision of paradise two explains your head deranged time spun web deluded of life wicked black witch lady localize inteligensia go write a book and cry in it face it lost that look survivals hard enough fading fire burning higher time to realize that i'm on fire patience sun the lord looks over who covers in the watchtower freeze arm scraping inches the vein blind distracted the worshipping metal point a scraping hole forever breaking in out temper test bottom so vile fading fire burning higher time to realize that i'm on fire T.F.W.O. T.F.W.O. totally fucking weirded out T.F.W.O. (x3) ...weirded out fading fire burning higher time to realize that i'm on fire fading higher why you liar? it made inside my brain i don't remember fading higher why you liar? T.F.W.O. (x9) F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F.F... F....F....F....F....F.... |
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| 5:19 |
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Got the tapeworm
Got the tapeworm, I want out Against a razor, sharp and a-coming The spitting image Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Ash covered eyes, a gut reaction Slowly brings, decides the fiction Watch phone sex, delivers your lies Watch phone sex, delivers your lies Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face ...is in your face...is in your face...is in your face... Is freedom talking to nothing inside your eyes? Is freedom talking to nothing inside your eyes? The eyes...simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face ...is in your face...is in your face...is in your, face... Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex....phone sex...phone sex.... Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex....phone sex...phone sex.... Phone sex....phone sex....phone sex Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Is in your face...in your face...in your face...in your face...in your face Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Phone sex keeps the drive alive And blows your brain Simply the message read, the truth is in your face Simply the message read, the truth is in your face In your face...is in your face...in your face...in your face Dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800...dial 1-800... Dial 1-800-worm...dial 1-800-tapeworm...dial 1-800...dial 1-800-fuck... It's in the business...tapeworm |
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| 5:17 |
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gonna tell you a story; some kind of a breakfast conspiracy
breakfast in bed, sir? breakfast in bed, sir? ah, no thanks, not today in fact, I'd far rather be sitting in a distinctly upright position so that I may at least have the ghost of a chance to digest what I don't mind telling you- is completely inedible slop lovingly and habitually prepared and served by the thugs and vagabonds who are the so-called staff of this institution finished with the menu, sir? finished with the menu, sir? finished with the menu, sir? finished with the menu, sir? yes, yes, I shall enjoy soft cakes, toast, tea, scrambled eggs, strawberry jam... mind you, I can't complain, before I came here I thought scrambled eggs were supposed to be brown and crispy at the bottom and dull yellow at the top my mother, god bless her, cannot boil a fuckin kettle without burnin the water inside When I came here it's a different story, you know, oh yes, a whole different deck of cards... scrambled eggs arrive with the consistency of a moth swimming about in a foul yellow liquid- I wonder where that came from? I would like to put forth my theory, my own inside story, if you will, you wanted to know what I think? I think that every morning as we sleep our beloved kitchen staff gathers around the scrambled eggs like some pagan cult offering homage to a false icon first, the head chef, the cult leader, ritualistically stands on an institutional chair, opens the fly of his institutional trousers, pulls out his institutional willy, and urinates in our breakfast. HA HA HA! they're just a bunch of loonies, what do they care? half the bloody time they end up throwing it on the floor, or worse still, at each other... |
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