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Unholy Circuitboard Mind
04:26
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Paint up a pig, gonna stink like a dog
Mountain top, baby drop, never in time
I can’t find you, mind blurred in the fog
Puke like a pigeon, gonna rhyme with the slime
Do electric superman
‘Cause Nietzsche’s dead
Sunken witch
Circuitboard
Suicide
Demon lord
UFOs are circlin’ the tower
Soldering my veins into the roach mech
Cotton up the DVD zombie in the shower
Swing like a tree bat, load the deck
Teleport into the suborbital nuclear wave
Smoking dirt in the black dimension
The witch and pig are gonna rise from the grave
Sonic chaos splits my mind into the pink sun
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Sacred Teenager
07:19
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This space station is colder than you are, baby
And the show is still ringing in my ears
Sifting through the remains of the goblin
I find charred teeth and a camera
Strung out in a restaurant bathroom
Crawling through a sewage tunnel
Underneath a gelatin maze
There must be something more than this
Ripped in half by tentacles
Take me apart like I'm for sale
X-ing my face out of every photo
Interlocking polyhedra dagger
Trash ghoul sailing in the aether wind
X-ing my face out of every photo
'Midst cyclopean ruins I rend my flesh
Interlocking polyhedra dagger
Strung out in a restaurant bathroom
Crawling through a sewage tunnel
Underneath a gelatin maze
There must be something more than this
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Four empty bottles and you're still on my mind
Time may stop a human, but I'm not that kind
I'm drowning in dirt and it aches to be alive
Reached in for some honey now I'm trapped in the hive
Wrap me in your blanket
I'm so tired
Trapped outside the island home
I'm so broken down
I've expired
Photo of your all alone
Atomic syscrusher
Melted in a house made of clay
Wanting to end my life more each day
Inverted star I carve into my chest
Blinding light emitting from the crest
Nowhere to hide, I turn to help underground
Don't wanna hear it so I mute all the sound
Washed up in the tide, I'm salted like a peanut
Screaming in agony from the salt in my chest cut
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4. |
Destructive Prom Warlock
05:56
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Baby, I'm going cyber for you
I just don't know what to do
You make my circuits bend
Our love will never end
Going into space, out of place, digging a black hole
Empty universe, nothing worse, digging like a mole
Manic cavalry storms the back room
Our passion screaming mechanical doom
Your smile pixelates
I just hope it's not too late
I'm switching to vampire protocol, baby
On a sold-out tour of the spiral galaxy
Building a spaceship out of blades of grass
Alone I frown in my armor made of glass
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5. |
Putrid Vector Experiment
06:30
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Huffing cement under a bridge wrapped in tar
Held against another’s will for hours
What if they had killed the witches?
How many robots allied with the vampires?
Scalding heat from the spacecraft’s brain
Eject the tablet, I’ve gone insane
I keep having dreams of crashing airplanes
Major radio waves penetrate membrane bane
This is the day of the witch
Lightning alarm strikes the key
Black tentacles slide down my rotting throat
Dead dog in a ditch, gun to my head
They put up a blockage and cut off her air supply
Surging pus invades like war crows
This was our vector experiment
Lodge the pink sword into my head
Staring into magic space, wings spread
Don’t want to live, I’ll die instead
So I’ll swallow 42 slugs of lead
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Virus Boutique
07:10
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Jungle surrounds me in a brilliant discovery
Torchlight guides my way in this jungle tomb
Backstage kneeling over a toilet, syringes littering the floor
Crushed in a steel cage, I've got no time to explore
Vaporize my soul
Don't need it now
Kill me 'fore I grow
It takes its toll
Everything I can do
I don't because of you
I shot myself on Christmas Eve 20 years ago
I watch you from beyond: sleep, eat, have sex, cry
Teeming with rage, I tear off my sleeves and legs
Emerging from my cocoon, I witness the chamber of eggs
I feel the weight of the gun in my pocket as we cross the galactic border
Realizing that I'm indefinitely doomed to live
One long hard kiss before teleporting to hell and opening fire
Today is broken; tomorrow's a sinking ship
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Badlands Evaporation
07:13
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Annunaki guides the mind; releases dormant chemicals
Six cabins line the shores housing dormant ghosts
Water will not weep; the great sea birds do not cry
Apparitions appear from the tombs that do not sleep
Wandering 'round aimlessly in a blind, unknown forest
Something vast and terrible awakens beneath the waves
Frozen for years, now I'm back
Stalking a work, make believe
Anytime, anywhere, returning as a bear (cyber station)
Weak like a stone
Anytime, anywhere, returning as a bear (sold out A7)
Honky tonk ghost
The sun sets and I can see ghosts appear on the horizon
Huddled in a shelter made from hair, shaped like a sphere
I stick one final needle in my last dried-up vein
I've been pushed farther than I've ever been before
Screaming in the black void and tormented by gods gone insane
The comedy is over: here is death, sick and hard
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Secret Emergency
05:04
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My spinal cord writhes worm-like on the dissecting table
Gold teeth scattered on the floor, chronically exposed
Witches swoop down on giant moths with golden bright eyes
The dual suns of Rylim-3 rise and still I'm awake
Traces of the cryptic hybrid are left behind
Bullets pierce my flesh like maggots on carrion
I want so badly to be touched by something
Crows transmute defying all natural laws
Laser beams scorch the horizon
Do anything to keep it going
Now the party is over, and I'm so tired
Revive a hope for mankind
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9. |
Latin Canoe
08:02
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I looked outside and saw the moon
A sign of impending doom
Staring into the pool, drink in hand
I don't know the bomb will land
I've lost my pride, I'm not afraid
I take a sip of my lemonade
I've seen the plains, the rolling hills
I've only one more man to kill
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