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I've got fear in my heart.
I've got fear in my system.
I've got fear in my heart.
I've got fear in my system.
What can tear us apart?
There's a million nasty things
going on in my head.
Leave the angels for dead
I've got fear in my heart.
Rip the feathers off her wings.
I've got fear in my heart.
I've got fear in my system
It's been there from the start.
It's a tiny nasty place.
It's a matter of fact.
Thinking versus the act.
What can tear us apart?
There's a million nasty things
going on in my head.
Leave the angels for dead.
I've got fear in my heart.
Rip the feathers off her wings.
I've got fear in my heart.
I've got fear in my system.
I've got fear in my system.
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2. |
Inquisitor.
03:40
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Lightning strikes
through my fingertips.
Static shocks
from the telephone.
Hair that stands
on its very own.
Snow that falls
from her silver lips.
If I can't
be yours
then you might as well rip my eyes out.
Underneath
the floors
the guillotine slowly cries out
for the coming of the ice queen.
The cradle in her eyes.
Remover of the fear
when everybody dies.
The holder of the crystal.
The wisdom of the sage.
Thе middle of the blizzard.
The sеtters of the stage.
Thistle blooms
from your fingertips.
Ginger snaps
with a butcher knife.
Lips so red,
like the bloody drips
from your teeth
at the end of life.
Chemicals
coursing through my veins.
Little words
looping in our brains.
Can't be sure,
cos I can't be sure
Can't be sure,
cos my soul's not pure
like the soul inside the ice queen.
The cradle in her eyes.
Remover of the fear
when everybody dies.
The holder of the crystal.
The wisdom of the sage.
The knowledge of the prophet.
The setters of the stage.
The letters on the page.
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Gretle.
03:53
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I was leaping like the lizards
in and out of asylum, so
they took away my scissors.
I'm hiding from the shivers.
Reading Hesse I was diving in the rivers
but I never was a leper.
I was running when the shepard said to get to steppin
I was wearing wolf's skin
chewing on the mutton like it's lamb chop.
Drop down, check yourself
Some fool's deck is left on my shelf.
So.
I was checking through, it's twenty-two.
Nevermind; it's fifty-six,
in time for making parlor tricks
and showing em to you
as I'm speaking to the looking glass
and everyone I'm looking past;
babies in the witch's stew,
I remember sitting in the blackest of the kettles
in the hottest of the waters
with the baddest of the girls,
that's Gretle.
So!
So if your dinner date incinerates
you toss em in the garbage bin with everything a sinner hates
like little golden calves.
You gots to rip em limb from limb!
It gets
real dim real quick when
it's unexpected.
You never stay protected
You just elected a skeleton for all of us
and I don't trust a single one of you
and never have.
So!
My arms are open when the dead comes broken-hearted.
My lips parted for the breadcrumbs,
suckling the charred fingertips
of sweet Gretle.
--
It's whatever you say.
You turn the other cheek. You look the other way
It's whatever you say.
You turn the other cheek. You look the other way
It's whatever you say.
You turn the other cheek
I look the other way.
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4. |
Code inconnu.
01:00
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5. |
Indigo land.
03:30
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This race is waiting to die out
Just one last place that's making us cry out:
Lumania
That's what i'm naming ya
Oh America, can i owe you one?
This sage was waiting for a native son
People asked him for a hand, so he gave them one
And went into the mountains
And decided to become a hermit
Just to hear the cricket's language
And attempt to learn it
The water in the stream's more clear
Than the ocean underneath the feet
Of children on the piеr
It's easy to hear
The humming of thе ferryman:
He's grounded all year
A hole's at the bottom of his boat
Such things make it difficult to float in the sea
'cause you can paddle all you want
I guarantee it tips and loses balance
From the back or the front
Cumming in the oracle is like a miracle
Plant seeds; she bleeds
It's hysterical
The way the wolves'll howl at the moon:
Controller of the tides and manipulates the egg
Which blooms
There's a baby on the carpet in the middle room
Cooing for a bottle or blanket
We found him in the garden near
An oak tree, so we thank it
I reaped the nectar, then drank it
--
This race is waiting to die out
Just one last place making us cry out
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6. |
Sailboat.
03:10
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I was in a loop-around
Breathing in the steam
I was in my lover's bed
Waking from a dream
I was in a mirror world
Everything was green
I decide to stay awake
Living in a dream
Everytime i look around
Nothing's as it seems
If i lay in bed
Hiding from the fiends...
Running from the branches
(reaching from the willow trees)
Tryna pull me underground
(underneath its tangled roots)
Running from a nightmare
(i can see my lover's face)
Tryna find a light
(always puts me in my place.)
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7. |
Usurper.
02:41
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And if you think there's something wrong here
It's probably 'cause i don't belong here
There's a song here
But i couldn't find it
There was something i found but
Honestly, i couldn't get behind it
All the wallowing was tearing up my voicebox
And i can make a choice like
Paradox
Seraphim
I met a few who couldn't sing
I met a couple, each was only born with one wing
Meeting lots of these
Pseudo-Mephistopheles
Metamorphosizing metaphysical atrocities
Planted in my hеad
Buried underneath thе willow trees
I planted them instead of asking for the woman's sympathies
Happily on knees...
There's big breasts to squeeze
There's nipples to suckle
And knock knock jokes of which to chuckle
At. zippers to unzip
Unbuckle that belt!
But, not just to hit me;
If mama sees welts then i'll say the dog bit me
With... blunted teeth
I wanted no grief
But my ancestors sunk fangs in the beef
I got a recipe for you to find relief
And you can stroke it
If you can find my neck, then baby you can choke it
All night!
It might hurt;
But i know it's not meant to
Please be kind to the literature i lent you
And your mental...
And please don't kick off dirt
In the temple
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8. |
Crater in the moon.
03:40
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I was sick of every ritual and carrying the candlelight across the empty swimming pool. I was crooked, I was missing you and noticed my depression was habitual (and couldn't teach it a lesson without the indiscretion of a box-cutter), laying in-between the bread and butter in the cupboard.
Graveyard workers work the same shift.
When the poles shift, everyone's forgetting who they came with.
--
The elephant will never forget: I swung upon his trunk until his body was wet in his own blood.
(and I'll never forget.)
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9. |
Lying with the snake.
01:02
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Don't wake:
'cause i'm better undercover
I'm a liar and a snake
And when i'm talking to your mother
Then your father's
Best not to go in there
It's like the moonlight bothering the mourning air
We don't care
I'm talking to your daughter
Drown me underwater
Just to see me struggling
And label me a martyr
The white pill's what you oughta do
Baby i'm a cross
With a hammer just to martyr you
The nail's for the palms or wrists
And if you want it
There's at least a couple arms to twist
You can't resist
I can't deny
We can't manage
Open up the wound to causе damage
Open up the door
But it's lockеd
And the key is in the pit of my stomach
I'm in the snake pit
Deeper you can plummet
But only if you want it
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10. |
The queen rat.
04:38
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We get up early to fight the world's traffic
And fetch worms with the focus of a maverick
You touch my body and the bed squirms slowly
It's been a hundred years; i reckon you should know me
It's been eternity
And half a million names and surnames given
To the daughter of the maiden and the flat that she was living in
(it's not evident.)
Beneath the ceiling all the parasites are settling
You know it's not a virtue
If it's meant to hurt you
Tell it to a city that will swallow and desert you
Tell it to the industry and smile with a curtsey
And don't forget to tell it to the woman
Who could wallow and desert me
Firstly
I been talking to a glass darkly
I rip your panties just to blame it on the Marquis
De Sade, i said it to the king and all the king's men
Ever since Queen Rat's been teething
I'm sorry that i'm always leaving
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11. |
Demian.
02:28
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I was awful handy with a handicap
And took an easy beating like a skull snap
Even if i'm bleeding
In the corner of the kitchen
Tapping on the shoulder
Of the woman that's alone who
Stood upon her own two
Feet -
I was feeding
On her shoulder i was leaning
I was grazing on her nipples
In the ocean as it ripples
I was gazing at her naval
And begging her to scold me
I don't give a fuck about what mother ever told me
Mother was a mummy who would wrap me in her bandages
She never calculated damages
Mother couldn't manage his
Oedipitiful suicidal tеndencies
From beyond thе grave, so she let it be
You telling me
That you sleepwalk
Even when you hear the voices from the corridor
Begging you to lay down beside me, and
Ride me
Trade your pony for the glue
Who would never come to question
Anything
And never knew
I'm a little boy and my daddy knows
As soon as he got to stepping i would lose control
And i'm a little stillborn
Mama said she would always loved me better if i came out dead
Is that a fact?
Something that should've taken back?
Maybe i should take a crack
At the old Freudian psychoanalysis
And figure why my baby's in paralysis
But only while she's sleeping...
Listening to Demian creeping
It presses on the ear
Like a sack that's seeping into the drum
From the middle of the skull
And conjugate the rats like a fiddle that can blow
And i'm a little boy
And my daddy oughta know
As soon as he got to stepping i was sure to lose control
And i'm a little stillborn
Mama always said
That she would love me better if i came out...
If i came out...
Broke!
He's broke all over, he's broken out of his shell!
Broke!
He's broke all over, he's broken out of his shell!
Broke!
He's broke all over he's broken out of his shell!
Broken!
Broken!
Broke!
(this really isn't me)
Broke!
(it was never meant to be)
Broke! broke!
(away.)
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12. |
Commissioner.
01:50
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And i think you oughta know
I couldn't keep from crawling in your window
And the weather's getting cold
Maybe it's because i think so
I'm deception in ruin
And i don't know what you've been doing
But i'm praying that you won't go
Still you open up the door
My chariot will swing low
And this seed i have to sew
I couldn't keep from hoping it would help me grow
Especially 'cause it's a part of me...
Genetic sort of frontal lobotomy
So i'm back at the bottom
I couldn't tell you if i got 'em
But i wouldn't hesitate to show
If the commission was sold;
It's money that i won't owe
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Hark
The Harold angel sings out
In the dark of night
For me to stop choking the skylark
Alright
But if a dog's bite let's blood
Well he can fetch a dead bird
Like a spud in the mud
I hit the rooftop
With a thud
When the angel's dropped me
From the heavens onto Wuthering's height
Which made each and every wrong right
And with eyes white
I wept black tears
'til it blurred my sight
And kept back shears
With pains, from neck veins
To count dust by the speck
And measure sand by grains
Which doesn't keep away the migraines
But at least it helps me sleep
Long nights every day it rains
Because the wailing of the trains past the moors
Is like ghosts trailing their chains through locked doors
Spectres who've been wrecked with locked jaws
Under sheets, it rocks gauze
In the streets it crawls on all fours
Here's to rubbing the dirt in the bedsores
And praying on broken knees
To either virgins or whores
Whichever you please, only to appease the man up-
Stairs, if he cares, if he's holding your hand up...
It might get chopped off
Or lopped off
Held lazily over the cliff and dropped off
And a...........................
..............
.......
...
...
Shouldn't you remember that i breathe through you
Kill my only child, then i grieve through you
How is it to know you've been deceived?
You used to have an awful lot to say
Shouldn't you remember that i breathe through you?
Kill my only child, then i grieve through you
How is it to know you've been deceived?
You used to have an awful lot to say...
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14. |
Deceiver.
02:52
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I was in a bind
Hung erected from a cable
Finding out she had his baby;
Took my cup of coffee
From her kitchen table
Going out to burn the horses in the stable
You said i wasn't able
You said i wasn't able
You said you were an enabler
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You persecute us
You persecute us
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15. |
For when it comes back.
02:13
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If it comes back
To haunt you
Take the pill
Take the pill
If it comes back
To haunt you
And it will
And it will
If it comes back
To haunt you
Keep still
Keep still
If it comes back
To haunt you
Take the pill
Take the pill
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16. |
Molly blooms.
03:00
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My soliloquy's a vaginal monologue
Christian missionary, jews in the synagogue
Hidden in the fog
It’s fairly a monastery
And the nun with the monocle... tends to scare me
I was barley a pupil within the nunnery
And blamed it on the thing that swung between my legs
And under me
I was hardly a hermaphrodite
But i'd invite
Anyone to enter
As long as they made me laugh at night
If only just to spite;
Or see if spilt seed made an old god smite the instigator on sight
We were meant to bleed upon impact
Adam's calling up and asking for his sin back
It’s sort of like the skeleton that's asking for his skin back
And i would tell 'em paint the walls, but they've been black
In fact
Here's a needle from the haystack
Just in case you need to make your way
Back
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwYES!!!!!!!!
What it all comes down to
When you're in your wedding dress
With people all around you
And the centre where i found you
Never will it hold
The ice age cometh
It's cold!
This world is a towel and we're soaking it
Everyone’s a locked door begging you to open it
Though i’m sort of like a locked chest
Fetus in a coin locker at the bottom of the loch ness
Darkness
Cradling and pulling down the lark's nest
Wingless
Suckling its own dark breast
But the thing is i broke away, and i confess
The brother and the sister’s coming in like cest
And any of whom i may offend, i just
And i'm sure to take it all back when i rest
And godforsake another significant other
Underneath the stars
And moonbeams
And astral cars
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This is the slave
That laid the track
That led to the house
Was made by Jack
This is the blood
I cough and hack
That drips through the pores
And every crack
This is the slave
That laid the track
That led to the house
That was made by Jack
This is the blood
I cough and hack
That drips through the pores
And every crack
When Molly blooms...
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Id quixotic.
03:49
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Tell me how am i supposed to know
With my eyes sewn closed if my pants are down?
And tell me what am i supposed to think
When you come downstairs in your fancy gown
I know that you really don't belong to me
I know that you really don't belong to me
I know that you really don't belong to me
I know that you really don't belong to me
And tell me how am i supposed to feel
In my broken bones if i got no skin?
And tell me how the hell i'm gonna deal
In a mirror world if i lost my twin?
Guess i'll meet the puller of my unseen strings
Guess i'll meet the puller of my unseen strings
Guess i'll meet thе puller of my unseen strings
Guess i'll meet the pullеr of my unseen
Strings
(i guess i just don't know better)
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God is at the centre of my soul
But baby i don't know if that's enough to take control
Now tell me what you won't do
Tell me what you won't say
Maybe we can find a way
To turn and make it true one day
Some say
That the body is the mind when physical
And the unseen strings drag behind, invisible
To our eyes, though they're hanging from the skies
And some would say i'm batshit crazy
Telling lies to gullible little humans on the planet
Who never knew any better
In the summer, i'm sweating in the humid weather
And try to keep it together
But some things
Will never stop the devil plucking feathers from wings of seraphim!
I look into the mirror
And i stop
I swear it's him, and he's unbound
Now i'm staring, dumbfounded
Unfound children from the sea:
I heard a couple drownded, it's where i wanna be
I heard a couple drownded, it's where i wanna be
I heard a couple drownded, it's where i wanna be
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18. |
All too human.
01:01
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False brillante.
02:10
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With god in his heaven
And out my mind
Everything certainly sure will be fine
With no more distractions
To waste my time
Everything certainly sure will be fine
But even the one with the greatest intentions
Should maybe turn back and rethink his ambitions
And watching you bleed as you're held in suspension
Should at least insure you won't doubt my superstitions
God's in his heaven
And out my mind
Everything certainly sure will be fine
With no more distractions
To waste my time
Everything cеrtainly sure will be fine
But еven a god or the lips of a mother
Could die by the hand of whom once was your lover
And old Don Quioxte or great Gilgamesh
Would be hard-pressed to solve the secrets of our human flesh
God's in his heaven
And out my mind
Everything certainly sure will be fine
With no more distractions
To waste my time
Everything certainly sure will be fine
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20. |
Breaking the waveforms.
02:01
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This is what you want this is what you get
Know it's been a while, i'm ready to spit
Make an Amadeus, i'm eating my shit
Never should you mind, just taking the hit
Usually it's true, but now it's legit
Usually it's you, but now it's the vet
I'm an animal, in this body i sit
Gotta try and be a little proud of it
Life's so hard
Lets fuck and be silly
You work so hard
To grow and act smart
You try too hard
'cause nobody listens
We all got issues
We all need jobs!
Baby if you tell me where the level is...
Maybe i can tell you where the devil is
Once upon a time, they called me the wiz
Takе it from a spoiled melancholiac
Every othеr day i'm waiting to crack
Gotta ride the wave that's taking me back
Breaking all the waves is breaking my back
Soon as i get money i'm buying a Mac
Life's so hard
Lets fuck and be silly
You work so hard
To grow and act smart
You try too hard
'cause nobody listens
We all got issues
We all need jobs!
Nobody can judge the right from the wrong
Been around long; my evil is strong
Really though, i'm better at writing a song
I remember once, i was mugged in the street
Luckily they were not carrying heat
That'd be enough to put me in my seat
Everybody wants to hop on the beat
The only way to start is to hop on your feet!
Life's so hard
Lets fuck and be silly
You work so hard
To grow and act smart
You try too hard
'cause nobody listens
We all got issues
We all need jobs!
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21. |
Silencer.
03:10
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Venus looks upon us
Within her hand's a mirror
She was woken in the night from fright
And watching over Terra
But she'll tire and she'll have to come back
And surrender her senses where the mirrors don't crack
Adonis looks upon us
With a subtle touch of apathy
Calculating astrologic figures with an abacus
Aquarius is grabbing us out the clutches of Pisces
Summoned by a prayer that god release us from crises
I don't think they care
The heavenly bodies often show not
Mercy, like the humans who've bеgotten you
And cursed me
And rеhearse the
Crucifixion daily, advocating a moralism
That would lead astray the
Modern children in the age of the Pisces
I count thrice the
Ones to sacrifice me
3, the broken pieces of my soul
And baby i assure you that's enough to take control
Sew it up in stitching like the shifting of a pole
If anyone's the one, then you're the one to make it hole
And unison is the goal
Meditation is the key;
Either that or medication
Whichever you wanna be
I grab my bow and arrow from the cupboard
One's a monk, and one's a pharaoh
But both are equally stubborn
Like my Venus, with her saturnine gaze
That penetrates the future
Where Aquarius lays
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(i don't know i don't know i don't know i don't know
Fear is in fear is in fear is in my soul
Yes we have today but what about tomorrow?
Fear is in fear is in fear is in my soul.)
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