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We are all crazy on the inside
Words are words are words
Boring and contrite
If you want a message to be heard
You must end a life
Life is nothing more
Than pumps and valves and drains
Possession of a soul is for
For the lame
Brains go tick and tock
Turning instinct into plans
Suffocate your desires
Suffocate your demands
Head in the sand
Eliminate, drown temptations
Focus inside
Empty your mind
Eliminate, fake sensations
Cast
Lure
Eliminate, all expectations
Ahh
Eternal rest subsides
Caring is the worst
Drought makes the mind race
Erase the paths of stimulants
Gone without a trace
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Till Duet Do Us Part
01:40
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Till Duet do us Part
Sundown and the thirst
Evil that we breathe
It’s a blessing not a curse
Every creature needs to feed
I’ll bring you to the slaughter
You look ripe for the picking
Follow me sons and daughters
Feast and you will grow
Flee this town
But I can’t leave
Bury yourself
One last plea
Cut the chord
I’m on my knees
Blade sinks in
Visions cease
I’ll bring you to the slaughter
You look ripe for the picking
Follow me songs and daughters
Feast and you will
Free the terror inside your soul
Concentrate and paralyze
Think of nothing
Enter demons in disguise
End the things that you despise
Concentrate
Paralyze
Enter demons
End the things that you despise.
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Fixation on a Cubicle Dweller
What will you do when It’s all gone?
I’m talking about the decay of our modern world
I arm myself
for post-apocalyptic times
I arm myself
With these hardened working hands
The grid is out we’ve reached endless dark
No dial tones, no static noise
There’s a sound you wish you hadn’t heard
Pressboard villa walls rattle and shake
Your food and water gone, stolen by the strong
How are those IT skills, working for you now?
I arm myself
for post-apocalyptic times
I arm myself
With these hardened working hands
Under cover
Of thick cement
I can hear limp bodies
Falling down
Two months no communication
No one is shielded from the EMP
I am a survivor
In the end of times
Stockpiled skills fill my mind
I will survive in dying times
I will take what I need
What’s yours is mine
In time
The acid rain pours down
Pitter patter on your makeshift roof
You wish you learned more than how to earn
Last breath
I find your body limp
But still warm to the touch
Fats to be rendered there’s no time to waste
Your body, my commodity
Boil pieces down
Light of my life, is the end of yours
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Coarse (of) Action
03:11
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Coarse (of) Action
Grab my wrists
Pin me down
Fulfill my fantasy
Extract the sounds
Cause I’m on a mission
Not a pleasure cruise
To throw away your missionary
Let inhibitions lose
Leave
Leave marks on me
Leave
Leave marks on me
Ashes to ashes
Dust to lust
To pain to numb
To mask to chains
Succumb to cum
Leave
Leave marks on me
Leave
Leave marks on me
I am the giver that you seek
Cold sweat on torn sheets
I am the sugar in your wounds
Lick them out so sticky sweet
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