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I See You
01:18
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baring teeth - wrists so thin
full of shit - bag of wind
chew you up - call it fun
save face - you just have one
I - see - you
baring teeth - wrists so thin
full of shit - bag of wind
chew you up - call it fun
save face - you just have one
bark
bay from your chest, face to face put it to rest
do down - no context
see your mouth move, but you talk from your neck
hide
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2. |
Sacrilege
01:27
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gorge on low hanging fruit
spreading the seed of false hope
roots of poison hold tight
feed on the body and wine
laws carved out of stone
this land is not yours
baptized in the blood
look at what you've done
keeps you starving, in need
forced to live down on your knees
may their blood run cold
you reap what you sow
free your mind
holy men tell lies
free your mind
live to make them writhe
frees your mind
castles in the sky
free your mind
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3. |
Jester's Privilege
01:44
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throwing stones
suck your gut
haven't you
had enough
broken bones
lay the bricks
turn the cheek
makes me sick
go
heed bellwethers call, drink from the stream of piss
if you try and swing, let's hope you don't miss
you're all one in the same, you're all playing the same game, suck each other off just to see your name in lights
throwing stones
suck your gut
haven't you, had enough
little flock, on the road
they do their tricks
it speaks, it mocks, it moves and sees
but it does not know
little flock
go home
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4. |
Soft Head
01:54
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hands in the mud
planting seeds that won't grow
turned up all the ground just to piss in the soil
now you fill up your gut with the filth that was sown
hope you choke on the taste of it all
soft
in the
head
tripped in the hole that you dug
buried alive
under the strife
buried on top, of the hill where you chose to die
shallow grave
what a shame
no song of praise
idle hands
seething mind
head sits high
have no spine
idle hands
seething mind
head sits high
have no spine
from the top, watch you fall
watch you shit, on it all
kingdom come, will undone, wash the dirt from your palms
soft
in the
head
tripped in the hole
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5. |
Eyes In The Dark
02:18
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writhe around, crying out
toss n turn, up n down
pace about, breathing in
now the blood is spilling out onto the floor, dripping down, watch it pour, get it out, fill the cup from which you drink forever more to fill the hole
ceaseless guilt, now remains
there is no life, without pain
writhe around, crying out
toss n turn, up n down
pace about, breathing in
now the blood is spilling out into the floor, dripping down, watch it pour, get it out, fill up the cup from which you drink forever more to fill the hole
echos cheer, as I beg
pleading out... as I watch
blood spill on the floor
darkness creeps in slow
voices speak, I scream, I'm torn I reach out just to watch
blood spill on the floor
darkness creeps on slow
voices speak, I scream, I'm torn I reach out just to watch
the light
it bends
the end
eyes in the dark
one moon circle
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