1. |
Intro
01:25
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throw your grey birthstones
up on the chimney top,
the sad sickening siren
of what we’ve once forgot
of the subtle seasaw
on god’s empty wasteland
leaves all waves in serenity
where were we, war?
were we sore?
we will woe once we wait,
won’t we?
whisper -
wait -
wallow
(sell)
smite / out of your own pretences
wait
SMITE
OUT of YOUR OWN PRETENCES
crush all the cilinderblocks and
leave all aspirations of manhood
as we leave the playground
at the awakening of the zen seditionists
who whisper
while waiting
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2. |
Righteous Harm
01:23
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CARVING STONE WITH A POCKET KNIFE
SHE IS ALL TORN UP INSIDE
TAKING HITS WITHOUT A CAUSE
SHE IS SMILING SO POLITE
I LOST THE CARE INSIDE OF ME
INSIDE THE ARMS OF SANITY
BREAK THE BOTTLE SET IT FREE
FREE IN CAGED SOCIETY
I FUCKED UP
CARVING STONE WITH A LITTLE LIGHT
IT IS TOO DARK TOO SEE
TAKING SHOTS WITH A LITTLE LUCK
PRETEND TO GET OUT SCOT-FREE
I’M FUCKED UP
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3. |
Borderline
02:30
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I’M SICK AND I’M TIRED
I’M A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR
I DON’T WANT TO HURT ANYONE
MAYBE I’M JUST A BAD PERSON
I’M JUST A MACHINE, IT’S NOT WHAT I FEEL
I FEEL NOTHING AT ALL, I FEEL IT ALL AT ONCE
I GOT A RAZOR IN MY PURSE AND IT’S GETTING COLD
I’M SICK OF THIS ROUTINE AND IT’S GETTING OLD
I’M SICK AND I’M TIRED
I WANNA GIVE UP AND HIDE HER
BUT I’M A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR
I DON’T KNOW IF THEY WILL HIRE
SOMEONE SICK AND TIRED
SLICK AND QUICK AND FIRED
UP THE PATHOLOGICAL LIAR
OH IT MAKES IT HARD ON MY STOMACH
THE TENACITY OF TERROR WHEN I HAVEN’T HAD ANYTHING IN A WEEK BUT SUNNY SIDE UP
DID YOU GET THAT? I THINK MOST OF THEM NOTICED
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS OUT ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR
I’M TIRED AND I’M SICK
MAYBE THAT’S WHY I DON’T THINK
ABOUT THE DIRTY KITCHEN SINK
REALITY IN THE BLINK
OF AN EYE, A SUBTLE WINK
I’M SICK AND I’M TIRED
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4. |
Pacifier
01:30
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I WISH I WAS A LITTLE KID
DADDY’S DRUNK I DON’T GIVE A SHIT
BURNING ANTS WITH NO REGARDS
FELL OF THE BIKE FAITH DEALT THE CARDS
I WISH I WAS A LITTLE HIGHER
I WISH I HAD A PACIFIER
DIPPED IN HONEY DIPPED IN DRUGS
GET REAL SWEET AND GET FUCKED UP
MAN OH MAN IM OUTTA HERE
VISION’S BLURRED AND FULL OF FEAR
I WISH I WAS A LITTLE HIGHER
I WISH I HAD A PACIFIER
I WISH I WAS A LITTLE KID
I WISH MY PANTS WERE FULL OF SHIT
I WISH I COULD PLAY IN THE YARD
I WISH I COULD THROW ROCKS AT CARS
I WISH TO FUCKING FEEL ALIVE
I WISH NOT TO BE DEAD INSIDE
I WISH THAT I HAD SUMMER RAIN
(NO HEAVY HEARTS FOR THE FUCKING FAINT)
I WISH I COULD CRAWL IN MOTHERS CUNT
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SUZANNE SAID SHE SAID HE WAS DEAD
SUZANNE SAT SOFTLY ON THE SIDE OF THE BED
LOLA LAID LIGHTLY LINGERING ON HER SIDE
CONTEMPLATING MURDER INSTEAD OF SUICIDE
CONTEMPLATIONS ARE PURE SHIT
MORBID STRANGER’S HISSY FIT
LOLA LAID LAUGHING - LAUGHING
LOLA WAS WEARING NOTHING BUT A TUBE TOP AND A PAIR OF HEELS
SUZANNE’S SEXUAL SETBACK SEDUCED HER BAD SIDE
TOGETHER THEY DROVE DRUNK AND DIRTY INTO THE NIGHT
TOO FAR TO RE - CON - CILE
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6. |
Dropout Boogie
02:02
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when I woke up on monday there was
PISS IN MY BED
ANOTHER LITTLE SECRET FOR MY SORRY LITTLE HEAD
FLOUNDERED AND SENTIENT
MY FEELINGS LITTLE WHORE
KNOWLEDGED AND DEPENDENT
CEREBRAL TO THE CORE
IM SORRY BUT I CANT LOSE
LIVING THIS CLOSE TO BREAK IN THE NOOSE
I KEEP SPINNING WHEN IM ALONE
BEYOND THE POINT OF CARING FOR A REASON TO ATONE
LIMBER AND SICKENING
ALWAYS BLOODY POOR
BUT POTENT AND BUBBLING
VOMIT ON THE FLOOR
IM SORRY BUT I CANT LOSE
LIVING THIS CLOSE TO BREAK IN THE NOOSE
SORRY BUT I CANT WIN
WITH RETENTION BIASED IN THE MARGIN OF THINGS
I KEEP SINNING
WHEN IM ALONE AGAIN
BEGGING FOR ATTENTION
OF ALL SUROUNDING ME
I KEEP SPINNING IM ALONE IN HELL
BEGGING FOR REDEMPTION
UH-OH, UH-OH
I EAT PUKE
I DRINK PISS
I TAKE ASSORTMENTS OF THIS MESS
I KEEP SPINNING IM ALONE AGAIN
I KEEP SINNING IN THIS WHOLE NEW HELL
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