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Oh my God,
My head it hurts,
I'm going away,
Oh My God,
I will show you suffering in the most peculiar way,
What has happened here today is a product of my pain,
Society had it's chance now I guess you could try and pray,
For your children as they speak through useless teeth,
I'm a knife as sharp as the devil himself,
I'm a bullet that failed from the time it expelled,
I'd set my soul on fire for you,
I'd kill the silence in all of the rooms,
I'd wrap you up in cellophane and take your body's frame,
Subtle romantic with patience unknown,
Haunting and poetic this heart housed in bone,
Oh my God,
Oh my God,
Oh my God,
Oh my.
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You're so vain.
Like a locust,
I am plague,
I am plague,
Swarming your heart as it silently bleeds,
A romancer chasing fallacious deceit,
You're nothing, nothing, nothing to me,
You're nothing, nothing, nothing to me,
YOU ARE NOTHING!
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The Color of October
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Scissorlips
01:10
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Every little word you speak is dirty like your knees,
We all hail the death of innocence to further our own greed,
Like a leech upon the host it feeds for its own needs,
I am love,
I am God,
I am all that is between,
I was beckoned by a siren slowly slipping through the swaying sea,
I am love,
Don't you think its funny how money has people to spend?
You fucking hypocrites tightening the black tie around your neck,
These contributions to the fall of man,
You fucking hippies think it's all about the trend,
You're all liars,
Liar,
Fucking liars.
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Dull Boy Jack
01:20
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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
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Deep down in,
The pit of my belly,
Hate,
For this fake place,
(Now we hate to be the bearers of bad news and we don't want to alarm anybody, but right now there's a skeleton inside of you!)
This is a celebration, the good ol' king is dead,
Peel back the polyester, a body frail and thin,
Body frail and thin,
Well open wide,
And chew it up,
Then spit it back at them,
The enemy of all of you is sure to be my friend,
Bleigh.
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Liberal with your hate,
Conservative with your love,
Consolidating church and state,
You’re following a voice above,
You can’t trust the media but talk radio is great,
Tells me my opinion and directs my hate,
Mouth of Agenda you bend the truth,
You fight for the ratings but not for any proof,
Give my fear a hideous form,
and raise my hate to a perfect storm,
I’m filled with pious condemnation,
Liberal with your hate,
Conservative with your love,
Consolidating church and state,
Following a voice above,
You can’t trust the Media but Talk Radio is great,
Tells me my opinion to focus my hate,
Mouth of Agenda bend the truth,
You fight for the ratings but not for any proof,
Agenda over truth,
Our Morality play,
Be more intelligent,
And repeat what we say,
A perfect tool at your slave station,
An agent of misinformation,
We push your buttons,
You’re so irate,
Now go forth and spread our hate,
You can’t trust the Media but Talk Radio is great.
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Here I am in the past,
Writing in the present,
Talking to the future,
And speaking to you in the first,
Though I am long dead,
Still connecting, am I right?,
I can sense the gap is bridged,
Learning something new tonight,
Even now I’m in your head,
and starting to infect,
You can just relax,
and I will do the rest.
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Praise him,
Praise the Lorre,
Wheezing,
Whimpering,
Whining,
Lord of Toads,
Pulpy,
Pallid,
Poltroon,
Lord of Toads,
Shudders,
Shrieking,
Sneering,
Sheep in fiends clothes,
A mushroom evolved into a man,
Gory Lorre with lethal tendencies,
Murder on his mind,
He did what he pleased,
Praise him,
Praise the Lorre,
Peter Lorre.
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There’s no peace,
If there’s no justice,
Blackman,
Brownman,
Yellowman,
White,
All the ladies who bring the fight,
There’s no peace,
If there’s no justice,
Chant your pain,
Speak your plea,
Tired of crawling,
On bloody knees,
There’s no peace,
if there’s no justice,
Blackman,
Brownman,
Yellowman,
White,
All the ladies who bring the fight,
There’s no peace,
If there’s no justice,
Dignity for all species,
We are all the same.
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Full of shadow in the noonday sun,
I admit defeat, you bastards have won,
Caught in a moment of deep despair,
When I’m gone they’ll learn to care,
Retreat within,
Learned to keep it all inside,
No-one will care when I have died,
Retreat within,
And as far as I can see,
Only I believe in me,
And as far as I can see,
Suicidal tendency,
Driven down to my knees,
I want so bad to be free,
Tired of banality,
Want so bad to be free,
As the light is leaving me,
Want so bad to be free,
All the pain you never see,
I want so bad to be free,
Retreat within,
And as far as I can see,
Only I believe in me,
ONLY I BELIEVE IN ME!,
Retreat within.
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Fools turn to violence,
Seduced to simplicity,
In league with the blind,
They follow to be free,
Learn to ignore what you know is true,
and grow to fear what’s inside of you,
There’s arrogance in your defilement,
As you consume beyond mistreatment,
Realize why,
Then you can deal with it.
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