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Cloud cover.
03:10
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It covers the eyes
It's washed in the gutter and dies
And it's staring at the virgin like she hypnotizes
With red lips, and full of surprises
Sick of waiting and her slow demise is
Premeditating sewing up her eyelids
Hope I didn't tell you something that you knew already
When I got the needle, my hands are steady
I'm like a surgeon with the shears and the thread in the attic
Injecting the anesthetic 'til you're dead in the attic
And numb
It's biting the tongue
It's losing 'em in the cracks, and collapsing the lungs
--
Someone. Someone. Someone. Someone
Someone
Is making me undone
Who knows wherever they come from?
In the country?
When the cows come back
I was opening my eyes, and my hands were black
And I was opening my eyes and my hands were black
I was (???) the puddles (???) the placemat
The rat saves face
The rat saves face. Everybody falls, and it's far from grace
Most times around it gets wasted
Strange fruit but it don't get tasted
Which is all good with me;
I was stitching up and hanging from the poplar tree
Which should be enough
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Zentropa.
03:40
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3. |
Anxiety.
04:01
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4. |
Sollerod fascists.
03:38
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You know I'm broken
The methods in which I open
Are yours, and most exclusive
I tend to be quite elusive with my insides
The evidence is inconclusive
Voices in the dim tried hard to make a use of it
I remember when you used to sit
Tight the noose a bit
Tellin' me the pull's too loose to submit
Slippers never fit
Especially when they're made of glass
You were made of ill-begotten elements we cast
In the alchemist's flame; it's saturn
It's saturn. It's saturn. In the alchemist's flame, it's saturn
In the alchemist's flame
It's saturn
When I open there's never reason or pattern
Her digression's interwoven with the changing of the seasons
Though the weather is never to question; it's just leaving
In my heart of hearts
Where I see your chest in it's motion and how it's heaving
I rest upon your breast
Just to listen to your breathing
And something deep below
In spite of it's heavy beating
Makes me wanna die slow
It's something I know, and you know:
That you took it from me
The swell in your tummy's a young Juno
She was made of ill-begotten elements we cast
And she'll grow to be a queen and harness Jupiter's mass
If the ends prove to be
Justification for means
There's no such constellation even in between
There's no such constellation even in between
There's no such constellation even if it seems so innocent
--
I came to join the game, so you didn't have to wait up
With the weapon's tip straight up
The victims get laid up; stripped
Behold the flesh wound; the dripping leaking fat lip
Rats trip over the carcass
And I would know: I slip through glass darkest
Wind up on the other side, looking-side, joust
Spun the metal from the fire-side, rook inside house
I came to claim heads for the queen
Young squires fed from old guillotines
Cooking in the cold I mean
But as means to end
We slay foes that seemed friendly
Once upon a time ago before the Inquisition
Everyone's a pawn lost in the superstition
Wishing -
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5. |
Prometheus.
02:02
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And if you overdose, then you can be my sober ghost
Living by the line closer to the coast
That last line implicates the coastline
With the devil, who can integrate the most rhymes in the least space, like Tetris Master. On the mattress, hips moves faster
There's a new world underneath the pillow, while the bedsheets ripple, like, Wind in the Willows. I been on the gallows, I
Could hеar the wallowing
Tell me whosе guts the eagles are swallowing
Who's bringing the fire?
I aspire to desire like PJ Harvey. Starve me. Carve me
Deeper in the rock like Prome
Theus like a student with a thesis who should know me
'cuz she's
Studying the myths. Incorporate
The buddy system
With the god's gifts
Roll an odd spliff
Every now and then like
"we enjoy the drinks." I remember
Frozen Winter Shit
Stinks
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6. |
Return to malice.
03:19
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When I'm waking up
Pour the coffee in my cup, place the pills within my mouth
Let the coffee cup erupt
I reckon you might say I'm never truly living
I'm awfully cold so is my skin giving out?
And if you're driven, you're driving the nice whips
So I'll trade in my will for a pointed ice tip
You shove it in my back
The place for all the quacks is where I can relax
While people pay the tax
And I'm like Brenda. She's a little doll who
Opens up her legs
With her back against the wall
I always reckoned that my eyes were too small;
But
I'm quite complacent
With
Seeing nothing at all
--
Did you know? Did you know that?
--
When I'm laying down you can bet I got the crown same crown underneath the same frown melancholia skirts the bend's round bent her over burrowed underneath her skirt digging deep until it hurt
And tore her shirt, and the ruckus confused until she can't remember if she rusts or gets used
Or loses composure
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Let's
Abuse
The god
And I can gurantee
Human nature gets odd
Even odder when you count the chickenshit and cannonfodder in the corner I
Can
Spot her in the kitchen. With the mourners
"Be gone ya
Young basterds!" Grace is in a chain, giving head to the masters
Quite strange. They fill her up and then trash her. Dump her. Thrust and pump and pace faster
And I ain't the one to outclass ya
Pastor
Fills the needs and then feeds. Mary pops her cherry then bleeds. Her Pops is scary; I leave
And you can bet I'm never to explain the reason that his daughter is holding a second brain in her stomach
I'm ready for the plummet
I've yet to reach the summit
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You've been a very bad girl. Fry you up in the kettle. False in legs false in thighs false in teeth breath hair and eyes you've been a very bad girl fry you up in the kettle false in legs false in thighs false in teeth false in breasts
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7. |
Something brewing.
03:32
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8. |
The monorail.
03:21
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(Can't stop the monorail!) Well I've been watching you from not so far away. You'll play these games with me. Well I've been waiting for your return. In the kettle girls burn. Well I've been watching you from not so far away. (Can't stop the monorail!)
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Goldheart.
02:56
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10. |
Annabelle.
03:32
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Certainly
There's a Mercury
A mockery...
What's it called?
I was there
Put your windows down
It's the light that makes me wander
Far
Away from you tonight
Tonight
--
And dogs will eat every broken bone
And I will walk through every open doorway
--
Suddenly...
There's a mystery!
Your skin is porcelain
Take a rest. Yeah
Touch yourself
Take your panties off
It's the cum that makes you smile
When
I fuck you on the floor
The doormat
It's the cum that makes you wonder
Makes you pull
Me back under
Your control
It's something that we should have realized
Long ago
A goal
The bell will not toll
I crawl inside your skull
But balance on your tongue
And die between your legs
To suck upon your eggs
And dogs will eat through every broken bone
And
I will walk
Through
Every
Open
Doorway
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11. |
Crumbs.
02:43
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Even when the love's gone I tell my baby put her kiddy gloves on lace em tight whether you may call it torch or flashlight gaslamp the bedbugs bite the rug is damp
King rat camps underneath the floorboard the warlord's old as four scored and I'm scarred and I'm barred from the festival
To kidnap the lineage and make a mess of it
I listen to Nietzsche
I listen to him 'cuz my mother's dead body can't beseech me
Hartman, you are not my father
The critic is not an analyst
And recognize
I represent the Katalyst
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No flesh no bone ear to the grindstone waiting on the torrent for Melancholia bring it on home if you got the bootleg from Sweden baby I'm a lie and your egg is bleeding
I'm not the one
And you're cumming with the setting of the sun
And you wait beneath the stars
For the devil
To wash upon
With a message in a bottle
Just to pass the broke glass
Just to use it as a model
Some say
"The world is so flat you can fold it like a centrefold and shove it in your top-hat!"
Stop that complaining, 'cuz some way
"Everyone is sure to find the truth one day!"
And I don't believe the world is dictated by my organs;
The world physical (you shouldn't take it literal.)
This pagan god's gift is lyrical
And that's how I arrange bodies
(Even when we change bodies.)
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You're such a wonderful person!
But you got problems!
Oh let me touch you!
Let me touch you!
Oh!
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12. |
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13. |
Pathetic at best.
00:31
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