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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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| 2. |
| 5:22 |
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when i roam i come
ugly hole the pigface...pigface...pigface... no bones about'er i am the bushmaster i go where i go [UGLY HOLE!] and leave when i leave oh i come... ugly hole the big bushmaster i go where i go and leave when i leave the big bushmaster i go where i go and leave when i leave [ugly hole] big ugly woman...pigface...and upright walkin' smell like *?* [x3] big master*?* above my head [no bones about'er] a big master*?* and she came in a big ugly woman and she came in [a big pigface] a big pigface *?* soon optic feet they come and blow (?) soon optic feet they come and blow (?) they can't overcome they can't overcome...[ohhh...ugly hole] ugly hole... no bones about'er...no bones about'er...no bones about'er...no bones about'er the big bushmaster i go where i go and leave when i leave ugly woman upright walkin' smell like book-burnin'(?) |
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| 3:49 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:58 |
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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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| 3:42 |
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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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| 6. |
| 1:26 |
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| 7. |
| 3:28 |
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| 8. |
| 3:05 |
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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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| 6:04 |
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the pig...face...no bones about'er
a big master*?*...bring ugly woman and girls... she's so great...she *?*... ugly woman...pigface...come standing upright...*?* big master*?* above my head... big ugly woman...well she's jealous... i'm alive...goddamn alive...she cares... pigface...she see them cry...*?* ahh...to take from my lawn(loins?)... |
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| 10. |
| 4:57 |
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| 11. |
| 4:37 |
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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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| 12. |
| 4:14 |
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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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| 13. |
| 3:08 |
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| 14. |
| 4:57 |
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| 15. |
| 5:26 |
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| 16. |
| 4:51 |
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