1. |
For
05:35
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I am not for.
I am not sure.
I am the one with the fire in its heart.
one one one
one one one
Close your eyes
and count to ten
spill your guts
and face them all again.
Line up your saints
all against the wall.
Stretch the rope up high
and hang 'em one by one.
one one one
one one one
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2. |
Ibogaine
05:42
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what does it take
what do i fake
to get back home?
'cause I want more.
where do i lay
How do I pray
do break this tongue ?
It's not enough.
this is why i should have tried
to help myself
turn me inside out.
Ibogaine
sober me up and get me out.
Wrong side, wrong side out
inside out.
come on down and let me in.
We'll speak in three's and let it die within.
It's too hard to reach. A life foreseen.
Triple X six-six-six counting, so count me in.
Get it out. I won't tell anyone.
My third eye is shifted...the cross barried the fun.
Blood stained the eight. knocked down again.
Drained on the curb by hate. Lost by three to one.
Let it die within.
Let It die within.
Ibogaine
so, let's start again.
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3. |
Transister Yr Sister
03:58
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Wet taste
butt face
plant shit
and let it go
sad talk
winning cock
i don't care
just let it go.
I'm zoning out.
whatever it takes
to cut me out of the strings,
truth is your chances are all fucked
one of these days you're gonna have a lot more to take care about
fake gold, running world. It's not my fault.
Let it go.
Just let me go.
Into my comfort zone.
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4. |
(Got No) Get Up And Go
04:52
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I've drowned myself
three times today.
Swallowed halve a tub.
I'm not please to see
i've drained my luyck
in eight inches of blood.
the world revolves around my neck
slowly repeating it tracks.
Back and forth uncoming sense
of an underflowing trance.
I've toured the couch
and stuffed my chest
just to fool everyone i know.
They'll find me cold and motionless
but with an amusing glow
Cause i've got no
get up and go
I've seen the flies
they're haunting me
telling me to quit this routine.
so i pinned them down
and tied 'em up
just to carry 'em around my scene.
I've got no get up and got.
But i bet...
I bet you want to stay alive
I bet you want to stay alive
I thought you knew
we're through.
I'm done with you.
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5. |
Limit
01:03
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6. |
Crowds Suck Me Dry
04:39
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Crowds suck me dry
when i'm just too
pissed to fuck
and all fed up
she lies
we hide
we'll die
not knowing why.
Beat me senseless
so i can't recall
Beat me senseless to make some sense at all.
you know I
Never seem to grasp the facts
which split the urge of sound.
these crowds ... they suck me dry.
Leaving me hanging.
'till I find a way out.
Do it now
make some sense at all.
Wait... too soon. too soon
Wait for her regret.
Regret
Beat me senseless so I can't recall.
Beat me senseless, just to make some sense at all.
Fuck this shit.
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7. |
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I haven't decided whether i go down or just tell the truth
don't you dare to tell me again what is good for you.
they will make these accusations and your sick lies will turn out blue.
No, we didn't thin this through.
I feel bitter inside.
I can't stand you
so i phase you out.
I feel bitter inside
better inside without you.
Feel me, feel my confrontations
Feel me, feel my frustration.
I haven't decided whether i go down, or just tell the truth
no, we didn't think this through.
Tell me, what's wrong
what have we become?
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8. |
Paperguts
05:24
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Please hold my glasses
while i put my head
inside your shit.
you bought a fifty feet rope
and a nice shiny gun
but you don't have the guts
haven't eaten for a week
haven't slept for a year
keep on whining about your shitty live
I have nothing to say
except
you don't have the guts
Sad little man
Okay, they sleep now
kitchen gass still on
lighter in your pocket
what the fuck are you waiting for?
you don't have the guts
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9. |
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I'm a hedonist down to shallow.
A real sadist tied up in lies.
I'm the master of my split persona.
When it suits me right.
So do you want to fuck or fight?
You're the one who showed me how.
Don't tell me to take it easy
to relax, or slow down.
Give me all you got.
Just, give me the shot.
I'm a breastfeeding junkie
sucking on the shot
I don't know what i want
but I need it a lot.
I'm a nihilist who sold out to god.
Fuck Fuck Fuck
just to quench my freudian mind.
I don't want to be sacred
sane or 'just fine'..
Give me all you got
Just, give me the shot.
I don't know what i want
but I need it a lot.
I'm sick of the comfort.
Give me the shit.
I don't know what I want
but I need it a lot.
I'm a nihilist who
sold out to god.
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10. |
Saran Plastic
02:17
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Put this bag over your head.
And fill me in on your latest shit.
Don't hesitate. We know too much.
about the ways we're getting fucked.
Don't meditate. Just breath it in.
Saran plastic knows where you've been.
So I cling to this film way too long.
Just to be reduced to my vacuum form.
Just breath it in. And breed within.
We know too much.
about the ways. We're getting fucked.
So, where the blood ?!
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11. |
Tunnel Vision
05:47
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I can't take this cynicism.
No regret, breathing cost a living.
How does it feel looking away.
See it in my eyes. don't be afraid.
I'm left on sinking ground.
I've figured it out.
It's my tunnel vision.
It disturbs my days.
Made my decisions
wrapped around you thrown away.
this pressure feeds me.
To stay awake.
With a total precision
I'm right behind you
and I blow myself away.
Every fucking day. In every single way.
I blow myself away.
Look me in the eye.
Tell me what you see.
Do you still believe?
do you want to feel?
Can you take more?
Is it too surreal?
Just like before.
so tell me..;
How does it feel?
Wrapped around you and thrown away.
We're all thrown away.
I can't take this cynicism.
I've figured it out.
It's my tunnel vision.
I'm right behind you
and I blow myself away.
shot down
downkill
tunnel vision
Every fucking day
In every single way.
I blow myself away.
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