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Bitches In Purgartory
02:15
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spider infested missiles explode
tearing a whole into my soul
i fell through the crack of the whore
leaving me trapped behind closed doors
she's overly confident that she will fail
torturing me inside her little jail
let them all show you what they dont know
the higher the high the lower the low
go fetch her feelings
from the bedroom
then tell her that she's spaced out
and leave her on the moon
release the tiger from his cage
but dont tell him your sorry
just look the other way
she sings with sirens and fails with kings
these are a few of her favorite things
the ghost tell me its true
my house is haunted by you
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taste of change
02:17
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look into the eyes and see the wolf behind
the mask that laughs within
the shiver down your spine comes from the breath that relies
on tasting you again
feel the moon that shines and takes control of the mind
that you once called a friend
taste the blood that lines the teeth that fiend to hide
themselves beneath your skin
see the change that binds to this room with closed blinds
where i feed on my sin
hate the things to find upon wake and rewind
to do it all again
move on with the tide and you will soon realize
you made this all begin
the way you made me blind to the evil inside
now crawl on toward the end
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Screaming at your enemy
But there not listening at all
He’s got strange tendencies
Like watching you fall
He’s poking at your consciousness
And making you believe Nonsense
He’s taking away all your dreams
And replacing them with strange thing
You look like you want to shout
Like a fire going out
I suggest you get out of this town
Your eyes are painted black
And you try so hard to ignore the facts
That you are not as innocent as you thought you were
And your dirty mind will confirm
The sick desperation in your eyes
Makes it hard for you to lie
You look like you want to shout
Like a fire going out
I suggest we get out of this town.
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curse of the lucid world
03:09
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driving through these deserted cities
the streets are all paved in your infectious disease
remnants of past love's omniscient decay
reflects in the moonlight on the waters you betray
time drives me mad; your hands on the wheel
the nightmares ive had, they seem so surreal
sing me to sleep with that voice that still feels
like im caught in your opiatic dream reel
has this life become just a loop of old dreams
where ghosts tear apart all your scars at the seems
ive seen the whole future unveiled in your eyes
the new holocaust prevails between your thights
time drives me mad; your hands on the wheel
the nightmares ive had, they seem so surreal
sing me to sleep with that voice that still feels
like im caught in your opiatic dream reel
walking through these empty corridors
search for euphoria behind every door
shadows of your last days still lurk in each room
your curse has awoke and broken from the tomb
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Dead Rumors
02:26
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Rumor has it you've been talking to ghost
They tell you things that no one else knows
The haunt your dream and they sing you to sleep,
and leave old memories resting at your feet.
Why she always falling down
always low but never touches the ground
still living life for yesterday
But it doesn't matter because its all a game
Rumor has it you're all alone
Talking to demons you didn't even know
Leaving you drowning in an open sea
as waves hit you like old memories.
Why she always falling down
always low but never touches the ground
still living life for yesterday
but it doesn't matter because its all a game
Cant stand another day like this
My dirty mind makes me feel sick
Still living life for yesterday
but it doesn't matter because its all the same.
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a view from the shadows
02:55
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step away from the door, all eyes are on you now
they dont laugh anymore, not sure they even know how
so step away from the door, dont let them see inside
no never let them be sure, they see the truth in your lies
oh fuck realized i'm dreaming again
never really sure quite which existence im in
but i wake between the worlds each time a day begins
and im lost within the question of which life will end
walk on out of the crowd, you know you do not belong
their whispers carry so loud, but there impression is wrong
so shrug it off and move on, to the other side of a dream
where all the static is gone, and sense is made of these schemes
oh fuck realized i'm dreaming again
never really sure quite which existence im in
but i wake between the worlds each time a day begins
and im lost within the question of which life will end
its just like watching the tides, under lunar control
such impressionable minds, change with the slightest of pull
so walk them into mirage, so you can be your own way
feed them that whole entourage, put all your fears on display
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return of catmando
01:58
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staring into oblivion
flirting with your favorite gun
stalking all your memories
rewind bad history
driving down your abandoned roads
where it ends i dont want to know
faster into oblivion
forgotten unwanted son
unclear of this fantasy
false sense of reality
driving down your abandoned roads
where it ends i already know
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Welcome to the place where your skin crawls
Sweet farewell to the things you did cling to
Come and dance with the creatures who dwell here
Memories fade of the friends that you once knew
SLIDE ON DOWN THROUGH THE CORRIDORS
SHADOWS BREATHING THROUGH EVERY DOOR
NO LIGHT SHINES\THROUGH THESE WINDOWS
SOMEHOW I FEEL LIKE IVE BEEN HERE BEFORE
On down the hall is a place where children scream
Wolves in white coats feeding to them liquid dreams
Through the window see wires and machines
We have no faces no names just bracelets and data sheets
SLIDE ON DOWN THROUGH THE CORRIDOR
SHADOWS BREATHING THROUGH EVERY DOOR
FEEL THE CHILL FROM THE BLOODSTAINED FLOOR
SOMEHOW I FELL LIKE IVE BEEN HERE BEFORE
Around the bend there is a place where children reside
Alone for days tied to the floor without a light
outside the door sits a vulture in sheer delight
Watching and waiting while they tear out their own insides
SLIDE ON DOWN THROUGH THE CORRIDOR
SHADOWS BREATHING THROUGH EVERY DOOR
SURROUNDED BY WOLVES IN THEIR WHITE COATS
SOMEHOW I FEEL THAT I DON’T WANT THIS NO MORE
Turn around to see the serpent on the ground
Constricted no longer free to roam around
The venoms creeping up my spine
Traveling quickly to my mind
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technological decay
03:07
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though crippled by technology you yearn for upgrade
debilitated by convenience on your way to the grave
take simplicity in exchange for memory in a subconscious trade
marketed reassurance as you're psychologically betrayed
and now that we've analyzed the directions you've been pulled
the doctor will see you and share the results
hidden behind pages you've the confidence of a moose
when encountered by faces all anxieties break loose
so comfortable and excited vicariously through screen
when confronted by experience you cower and scream
though crippled by technology you yearn for upgrade
debilitated by convenience on your way to the grave
take simplicity in exchange for memory in a subconscious trade
marketed reassurance as you're psychologically betrayed
and now that we've analyzed the directions you've been pulled
the doctor will see you and share the results
taller than 10' how do you even reach those keys?
but you were tucked in the shadows when we passed on the street
so intellectual and passionate in privacy of your public posts
but you slip through a crowd like a silent scared ghost
though crippled by technology you yearn for upgrade
debilitated by convenience on your way to the grave
take simplicity in exchange for memory in a subconscious trade
marketed reassurance as you're psychologically betrayed
and now that we've analyzed the directions you've been pulled
the doctor will see you and share the results
in awe of yourself in paint brushed profile pics
Polaroids pile in boxes you wish didn't exist
modern make up comes in more forms than costly cosmetics
you succumb through the nuances you wished to resist
jand now that we've analyzed the final results
the doctor seems vacant and distantly cold
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there is a ghost in my head
rose from the sheets of my own bed
now i cant masturbate in peace
since she came home from my dreams
it plagues my mind
what kind of things now will she find
if i leave her all alone
digging through these ancient bones
like a probation officer
always being watched over
since she started to invade my schemes
calling me out on the strangest of things
it haunts my brain
will she or i now go insane
when she is all alone
and im still sleeping with her bones
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hearing voices in your head
thats when you know you're dead
masturbating to the moon
thats just something that i do
you havent seen the wolf
everybody look at me
cant stay in this democracy
killing baby killer trees
and putting girls down on their knees
you havent seen the wolf
youve been having sex in town
i can smell it on the ground
specially when ive been around
your womb is infested with awkward sounds
your luck is over, ive become the wolf
im no longer sober, ive become the wolf
i hope you're impressed
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