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Breaks To Armagedddon
04:59
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I diddn't pay it any attention 'cause I thought it would be there forever
But when I turned my head to take a closer look it was gone
I'd call it distance but were just ones and zeros apart
Makeshift meat armour that attracts dogs and stops bullets
Your pride swelling like a super nova as you watch
Yourself from the mirror drippping semi frozen fluid on the laundry floor
A double rump steak helmet to stop them stealing your throughts, you thought.
Just Thirty four. Years later. You're the one. Covered in. Animal Parts.
Held together. With staples. With staples.
Today I saw heaven through a hole in the sky
today I saw heaven through a ...
Your eyes are greener on the other side
It's hard to stay focused
When the abyss wasn't gazing back
we were staring out the whole time
Heart beats like a hundred handgrenades
Detonated in quick sucsession
We are the reanimated corpses of ourselves
of ourselves.
Vibrating inverterbretes spread out across the astral plane
condensed into pill form by men in white coats who say they love
their wives, kids and even their dogs. Product identity is a secondary concern
just file them in the clerical hall with all the other pharmaseuticals and terrible
dictators from other more paralell dimensions where the kids grew up with broken heads
and never questioned why. But you have to ask yourself. So go on, open your
mouth just wide enough the words to resonate in your throat, materialize in your
mouth and pry their way through dry cracked, but mostly ashamed lips. Why?
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Red Kazan
04:04
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A swamp rat crawled on dry land
Just to see what's up
He died like the creature that he was
Foreign animal
Nobody came to the service
Nobody pressed their luck.
This bird will not sing for you
This bird will not sing for me
Black morning tell me what has this come to
Another day to waste away
Lying here with you.
I don't know what is real and what is not
It's all come together, cosmic mixing pot
A swamp rat crawled on dry land
Now he's in his grave
His dead hands are shaking violence
His ambition's vague
He could set it all straight
If he had another day
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3. |
Times New Roman Empire
04:44
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He Wears a two piece disguise
With those diamond cut eyes
and a mouth full of sparkling bones
he says he's got what you need
If you're willing to bleed
well the street lights outside drone
a small misfotune
and how we bought you
It's the times new roman empire
The hunter gatherers followed
The paper trail to their own
logical exclusion
Cross The I's and dot the tees
And make a soldier out of me
Or close you eyes and grit your teeth
And maybe you'll forget to breathe
They Burned themselves to stay warm
Mamma's cutting off those hands
Writing on them family plans
I was always your biggest fan
You were always her little man.
Atoms splitting, all seems fitting
Oh my lord, oh my god
What have we done?
One more time.
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4. |
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Illuminati death nazi cult
Crooked catholic bullet thought
Supreme court justice dread
And his black metal junky friends
Private bloodbath on public time
Metal lungs that breathe just fine
Drought in heaven and hell's by the sea
Start a fire and name it after me
And I beat, beat the ghost
And I beat beat beat the ghost
Two cetnturies of silence and I havn't learned a thing
Permafrost over everything
Ouroborous always hungry
Millenia pass like minutes to the immortal man
Blinks but twice and all his his friends are ash
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5. |
Unfucktropolis
02:47
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Follow the silence like rat's to the piper
You never made mistakes
You never made a thing
You never made a sound
You never learned to sing
What good's a high horse without a head, four broken legs?
Tied up to a post, you beat it still after it's dead
Walked backwards, half distorted
Walk backwards, know your product
Tell them what they want to hear
Yeah, that'll save the world
Tell them what they want to hear
Cause your afraid of everyone
Unfucktropolis (It's comming)
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6. |
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
06:32
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