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from The Damage Manual - One (2000)
We have been worthless,
we have been safe, in minds belittled by the threat, of our own ice age. A fall distorts us, and where we've been, rewriting bastards as contenders- sight unseen, In place of angels, butchers hands, too wide to fit through doors of virtue, blame, demand. Blame and demand. We count for distance, from human nerves, we count for all the things we take, that we don't deserve, all contradictions will make us stand to fake the end as the beginning blame, demand. Blame and demand. |
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from The Damage Manual - One (2000)
Winter bruise, bring home the news
Bullet, door, implore reclaim a crimson fuse Break weight, under gun resolved Sick and solvent blister baby, black absolve Absolve, stones' throw, hangman, stain Stones' throw, strangled vice will crawl Steady, sordid uniforms on hangman's wall Car sick, wheels of bone and stain Misdirected epileptic hangman's game Broken, eternal, nerveless damage Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine Switch craft hammer magic war design Clock fast ticky tocky undermined Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine Vice, jagged, crush, vein Fixed stare, broken unlit life Faded vein eternal cut by unlit knife Drop kick, window crushes arm Stricken hand will nerveless under manual harm Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine Switch craft hammer magic war design Clock fast ticky tocky undermined Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine Switch craft hammer magic war design Clock fast ticky tocky undermined Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine Damage addict Damage addict Damage addict Damage addict Damage, damage Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine Switch craft hammer magic war design Clock fast ticky tocky undermined Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine Switch craft hammer magic war design Clock fast ticky tocky undermined Work fast damage addict clockwork shrine |
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from The Damage Manual - One (2000)
Cynical, affordable
Lashed down like heaven sent intangible Lucrative, initiative Unbreathing forces stoked on sedatives Fraternize, romanticize Bring what is spoken for familiarize Overkill, dependable More human contact will just make you ill Make you ill That old disciples got a hold of me I'm sick of walking on the past you see Take your skeletons and run, bye, bye baby Purge your thoughts into the sun Goodbye baby, bye, bye, bye Leave the ground before us See how they run (See how they run) Leave the ground before us See how they run (See how they run) Leave the ground before us See how they run (See how they run) Leave the ground before us See how they run (See how they run) See how they run See how they run See how they run See how they run Leave the ground before us See how they run (See how they run) Leave the ground before us See how they run (See how they run) Leave the ground before us See how they run (See how they run) Leave the ground before us See how they run (See how they run) Cynical, affordable Lashed down like heaven sent intangible Lucrative, initiative Unbreathing forces stoked on sedatives Fraternize, romanticize Bring what is spoken for familiarize Overkill, dependable More human contact will just make you ill Make you ill Leave the ground before us See how they run Leave the ground before us See how they run Leave the ground before us See how they run (See how they run) Leave the ground before us See how they run |
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from The Damage Manual - One (2000)
All aboard, the ride goes faster
Being driven by the spooky bastard Look left, dirt infested Living large with the debt invested Gung ho, Mr. Murder Could be a while but you look no further Snip, snip, scissor quickstep Cut the line, you are out of your depth Bring home the bacon bastard A meaty fringe in a leather casket Fuck that, I eat my offspring Hang myself on a leather heart string Cut the page from the New York Times See, I'm not so bad after all You'll never get held in my outstretched arms 'Cos I won't catch you when you fall Pull the trigger at your picnic table Take the scissors from your baby doll You'll never get to Heaven with a face like that And I won't catch you when you fall Flick, flick, another station Listen hard but I'm losing patience Another aim, absurdest brainwash Another bent pair of scissor [Incomprehensible] Sick baby move at a heartbeat When I'm bloody on a leather bed sheet Blood bitch [Incomprehensible] reflex Another bent pair of scissor defects Here baby, I'm out to get you A broken heart in a broken test tube A virus scare for those who care Don't look alive 'cos you'll go nowhere Cut the page from the New York Times See, I'm not so bad after all You'll never get held in my outstretched arms 'Cos I won't catch you when you fall Pull the trigger at your picnic table Take the scissors from your baby doll You'll never get to Heaven with a face like that And I won't catch you when you fall |
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from The Damage Manual - One (2000)
From the moment I woke
In receipt of a blackmail note And these curious eyes A new disease of the last seen eyes A live Christ in the city I got my black-eyed mind I'm gonna poison up the wrong way 'round Like a bad design It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul I won't give you the time It's greed sparked in a goldmine I can't view your condition It's as failed as they come Great failures are forced Into our famished eyes with a gun It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun Your point of collapse My mark of indifference It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun It's not like you care Even at my insistence It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun I won't give you the time It's grief sparked in a goldmine It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul It's all as fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) |
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from Dr. Speedlove Presents Vol.2 (2000)
From the moment I woke
In receipt of a blackmail note And these curious eyes A new disease of the last seen eyes A live Christ in the city I got my black-eyed mind I'm gonna poison up the wrong way 'round Like a bad design It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul I won't give you the time It's greed sparked in a goldmine I can't view your condition It's as failed as they come Great failures are forced Into our famished eyes with a gun It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun Your point of collapse My mark of indifference It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun It's not like you care Even at my insistence It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun I won't give you the time It's grief sparked in a goldmine It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul It's all as fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) |
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from The Damage Manual - Damaged: The Remixes (2004)
We have been worthless,
we have been safe, in minds belittled by the threat, of our own ice age. A fall distorts us, and where we've been, rewriting bastards as contenders- sight unseen, In place of angels, butchers hands, too wide to fit through doors of virtue, blame, demand. Blame and demand. We count for distance, from human nerves, we count for all the things we take, that we don't deserve, all contradictions will make us stand to fake the end as the beginning blame, demand. Blame and demand. |
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from The Damage Manual - Damaged: The Remixes (2004)
Something more graceful felt like leading you to war
It sounds so distasteful, more than what you're fighting for More flights of stairs derailed, your ascent it falls so slow Your body and love impaled on the spikes you left below Grief turned to currency just like midas touched it black Like rage in its infancy, you're afraid it might turn back A flag slashed by injured nights in a fist outside your past Waves only eclipsed by fright in its glory at half-mast You can't beat denial, it's the murder of your past A line drawn hard and broken down To lie outside your grasp I fooled you by way of greed But it opened up your eyes Too deep down in your hallowed nerves But it came as no surprise Your silent servant dragged abyss across the ground To wallow sleeplessly on everything you found Afraid lasts a lifetime and it crosses paths with mine Lost fades its energy, in the end we both but shrine So ends disgraceful, ride me back to where I rain Controlled and quarantined, impure, distressed and stained Your war so makeshift, as if a path through broken seas Your faith so restless as you turn to talk to me |
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from The Damage Manual - Damaged: The Remixes (2004)
King mob in a plastic iceberg
Smoking water damaged cigarettes Observe as he works your wasteland Pulling punches that you never met Controlled in a listless air stream Jets are breathing in his latex eyes True to form, he is scared to touch them And your wasteland stays vandalized Success in a cut glass wardrobe All the clothes loose like shredded hair Dream escapes to a closet class war King mob in a smashed wheel chair Nerve gas for the walking wounded Suffocating in a sadists' prayer Flaming horses on a fading landscape Break the surface but there is no air King mob as he vents his anger Throws a brick through the city gates Backfires on his wordless offspring The population disintegrates Cold stream plus a wash of carbon Drives his mind like an engine room Cogs turning like a flawed stage whisper King mob sings a lifeless tune Surface stop Pressure drop King mob Faded wrists and the risks worth taking Cleans his blade with dreams he froze Metal moments fed on foreign textures Breaks his mind with the things he knows King mob at his withered console Electric arcades run on secret oils Flicks a switch and he's the God of anger Pulls a handle and the wasteland spoils |
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from The Damage Manual - Damaged: The Remixes (2004)
From the moment I woke
In receipt of a blackmail note And these curious eyes A new disease of the last seen eyes A live Christ in the city I got my black-eyed mind I'm gonna poison up the wrong way 'round Like a bad design It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul I won't give you the time It's greed sparked in a goldmine I can't view your condition It's as failed as they come Great failures are forced Into our famished eyes with a gun It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun Your point of collapse My mark of indifference It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun It's not like you care Even at my insistence It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun I won't give you the time It's grief sparked in a goldmine It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul It's all as fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) |
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from The Damage Manual - Limited Edition (2005)
The risk is worth taking, it's a shapeless rage
All analysis B-listed on the back page It's a crime made of mine, it's a flawless shrine It's a message to a man who's lost at this stage Be careful how you are driven, gets so easy to live Between the gestures of the fingers that you point with Chanting "ha ha ha" at your favorite star Like the menace ever liked you to begin with I'm just a kid whose time expired before the show Unknown menace driven nightly you should know All the mysteries just irritate and strain Driven menace back again An endless list of surrogates burn agents to the ground Habits formed and commerce broken voices thrown The menace is mechanical, just meditates on speed Medication-given life form - never breathe Most of us manipulate the truth into a loop Repetition then ignition then shoot Madness driven menace as the temper counts to ten In the shadows from the never know when |
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from The Damage Manual - Limited Edition (2005)
Someone leans against the mirrored marvel,
reflecting rascal, anaemic article, the part you least expected, it commands, expand. A flawless life form, the lowest level, rejects the offer, you carried further, the talk is all so loaded, when you can expand. Expand to reach a surface suffocated, shown equipment too large to break, you lunge yourself to the underground, got to expand, got to expand, expand. A meager mission yields amazing purpose, rebuilds your offer and flies it homewards, its' past tense past attention when you land, expand. A stranger grips upon your face upturning, you thrive on battle, you try to settle, a prayer for making minus, in the hand, expand. The perfect host for the endless story, the missing motion, the frozen ghost, the heart stops part achieving, when you stand, expand. |
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from The Damage Manual - Limited Edition (2005)
You must have seen me miles away
Cannon weight on a steel blade The night composed of wires alarms The enemies agree to make All my weapons burnt of stamina Abused power behind barriers All the misdemeanors close their eyes There is nothing you can do Dead inside the midnight hits In slow motion I am war again I am war again Make the brutal border lines Back out of science I am war again I am war again The uniform inside my mouth Spits a cave into the virgin world Glass shattered on the ghost of gods Cuts a path where you can find me still Carving "fuck yourself" on floodlit skin Reminds me of the war i'm in Camouflaged and cut devoid of life The conviction read the same |
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from The Damage Manual - Limited Edition (2005)
Area life
Concrete mission with a black light Area life You never listen to the dogs bite Watch what you do Every border is in front of you Watch what you do Area life is going to follow you Uncontrolling yourself Only seconds to spare And the hand that you need Is the one that's not there Did you walk like a fraud Through the slogan you wrote And the story you told Was only good for a quote Area life Bunker precinct with a laugh track Area life Carbon etiquette that bites back Do what you're told Weapon traffic without warning Do what you're told Execution with a cord |
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from The Damage Manual - Limited Edition (2005)
They follow the forgotten, like they promised me so often
Moving fingers, charging hymns to other gods Complicated missions covered convalescing structures Mountains hidden inside more unspoken words Chimes unearthly bells before the reason we could never tell A secret simply liberates the finish Claustrophobic, empty and competing to surround you Asking “do you want to hear about the damage?” “Do you want to hear about the damage?” |
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from The Damage Manual - Limited Edition (2005)
Take no denial
No for an answer Make a wish and make it total Take a risk and make it fatal I love to be here Because it means so much to me I love the action Of a forced conspiracy The word was strong but you answered wrong Mad dialects Mad dialects Broken glass of a language Mad dialects Mad dialects Look for deception No common truths Link it up to every phone call Say you lied then hang it up Well it looks so doubtful Just like everything's erased The text is backwards But it is hammered to the page Corrupted future Beneath your wires Circuits floored by lie detectors Blackout lights and resurrect Well I see it surging Just like it burns past other halves And still submerging Electric future never lasts |
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from The Damage Manual - Limited Edition (2005)
Too much ice on the outside
Too much time to get out there Vacant sways become angry Nothing faced Nothing followed It's a vice of disciples Lapse of faith No act of grace Moving steals In as much as we reveal No encounter No attachment to anything Less than we corrupt It's a life But at least it is contained No act of grace It's the fall of a morning you wake in before It's the life that is calling you can't kid yourself It's the act of you killing you can't take it back It's the things that you did that you still can't remember The people would rather you never wake up There's no act of grace To the minds To the greedy needful kinds Wishing worthless Wishing backwards Wish you weren't here Stick out loud Stick out gestures Stiff the crowd No act of grace It's the fall of a morning you wake in before It's the life that is calling you can't kid yourself It's the act of you killing you can't take it back It's the things that you did that you still can't remember The people would rather you never wake up Or at least you would die for instead of all suffer There's no act of grace |
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from The Damage Manual - Limited Edition (2005)
I need to go the place where the blackouts live
I need to roll like a corpse to the graveyard shift I couldn't ask for more cold than a collapsing rock Over consciouness eyes under electric shock I need to use these fingers Wrapped around this knife Oh, I would kill for a quiet life Never mind the obsessed they don't remember when All of our waking hours were spent submerged again I need a solid year removed from solid light I need to disappear I need a quiet life |
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from The Damage Manual - Limited Edition (2005)
I'm too close to decide
Seems like the page never lied Do you see the fiction at your front door This time it's not like before Just like your shadow in public Your secret floodlights the floor You got too nervous and left it And now you're looking for more Reads just like revenge fiction Some 40's novel re-lived Reads just like revenge fiction No more excuses to give Don't be confused by my signal I'm only here to collect Better lifeless than nervous With nothing left to protect |
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from The Damage Manual - Limited Edition (2005)
It's even brittle
They lock hands To make a line Perhaps dividing Solid forest Saw blades Sightless flawless Walking sideways Chain could bite In this white out Scissor teeth Cruelty lip Tireless grasp Frigid spike Glass desert Mesmerise Circulation South pole fighters Missing climate Bleeding wind Needle wages Blinking words Ghost of light No circulation Way of breathing No more blades No more walk No more hide Against a whiteness Black desert End arena Sightless flawless No more breathe No more shadow South pole fighters |
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