1. |
Cherish
01:41
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I crossed dimensions to be here
Now a decision is made
Excuse me if I show no fear
On my face
I left a suicide letter
In a garbage can
So I can say goodbye
To the garbage man
Maybe I'm weak
It's a dangerous thought, man
To add up the things
You are without man
The power in the moon
Takes us beyond
The sword it gleams
From the bottom of the pond
Black lights in prisms cry
Beautiful lands shift here to die
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2. |
Hurt Balls
01:30
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Why do you have to give yourself a reason
Who said it had to have a name
Girl you're the cause of all my pain
Pain
If I promise to buy you something pretty baby
What if I'm nice to all your friends
Girl could we just play pretend
No
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3. |
Brain
02:11
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It feels just like
You are glued to a wall
And will be crushed by stone
When that wall falls
Your mind will pop in vice
It will explode
You know you are in pain
If it makes you feel better
Know that my life is the same
I know you feel insane
If it makes you feel better
Know that our lives are the same
The wind it blows
In autumn; gentle leaf
The trees will soon be naked
Life in white
In this tunnel we will
Call our name
You say you are in pain
If it makes you feel better
Know that my life is the same
You say you feel insane
If it makes you feel better
People came and scrambled my brain
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4. |
Knife Damage
02:17
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The most damaging knives
Are the ones that tear
A clean cut is a blessing
That you won't receive
I'm the one that tears
A voice that scares
And I'm coming for you
Pulling these knives one by one
Looking for a place without sun
When you tear that dress
I am the seeker
I am the master
I am the writing on the wall
The wild call
Wild Wings
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5. |
World War Wild Wings I
02:26
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The end of sin
Still raining; still dreaming
Bed of nails; ZZ Top
USA--up all night
STP--gasoline
The front porch in crisis
Everything closed
The places to go
Are being bulldozed in rows
People just surviving
Selling powders for nose
You might not understand
But that's the way that it goes
Bored in the face
Division of race
Video games
And a sliced up pace
The Hale Bop comet
They stayed in one place
But maybe not
Can't see the soul in their face
Massage therapy; life for sale
This isn't new; belly of whale
A fulcrum a wheel; simple machine
Add in the knives; grind till they scream
You say yell loud; and disagree
But when others do; make 'em totally bleed
Kites fly in wind; but leave if the string
Breaks and I'll tell you it's so taut that it sings
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6. |
World War Wild Wings II
02:36
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The score is burning
Up the back of my car
Hot potato drop
Before I meet the hand of the law
No names; faces
People were here; now they're just places
I try to stay hidden
Out of sight
But it's hard to disappear
Between the lights of the night
It's not money
But the thrill you can't buy in a bag
Catch 5-10 baby; that's a fucking drag
You won't catch me
On the 6 (o'clock) news
Here; gave it up; that's all blues
Time strings shoulders
In knots
Dude; let's not
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7. |
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Wild child, the wild call
Cult leaders heading for the sun
Wild stallion moving so fast
In space no one can hear the motor hum
We're in the council of the seven wheels above
Rockets burnout spaceships flee
Infinity's edge the end of the clash
Journey to the center of your head
New race rising from the nuclear blast, yeah
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8. |
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You think that perhaps you should
Cross the wires
You're thinking too fast
You think you're diamond; you're glass
The line is far behind
You set your alarm to the sound of the sun
Put your eye to the sky
Trying to find another voice
On which you can rely
Deep in the hive
Alert and alive
Live like a drone
Or face the void alone
Never ride the silver machine
If you're afraid that you might fall
Just let your body drift away
Release all control
You'll find you are of the vapor mists
That churn inside the Earth
You find commonality
But it's not your place of birth
Deep in the hive
Alert and alive
Live like a drone
Or face the void alone
Your engine's burning out
But you're still gaining speed
You'll never make it home again
As the universe recedes
I found the void inside me
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9. |
Revenge Porn I
02:54
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there is no revenge porn
revenge is the porn
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10. |
Revenge Porn II
01:55
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I know that you were never committed to the dream
Now I am far away
On the backs of cathode beams
A video exists, yes it has been screened
It will turn you into mist
The moment it is seen
You wanted war
Now a war party's on your tail
But you never fight
You always bail
You are the prey
We're the hunters, prey pack of wolves
Revenge is ours, we'll drag you down
With claw and boot and wheel and broken hoof
Get down
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11. |
World War Wild Wings III
04:23
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Fistful for all my ills
Fistful of bullets
Marked with my name
To be killed
Around every corner
There's a Dorner PD
Bullet ridden coins
In my mouth taste so sweet
Don't go soft; just go
Yeah we heard; we already know
Around my head an ambient glow
I'm in heaven in my kingdom
Bodies dead in the snow
A war that contradicts
Open argue convict
There's no use for the vessel that contains the disease
Straight down the dead end
When the pushed push back
You get surprise nervous attacks
Again and again and again
People pushing that straight dope
It makes people's minds float away
But in the morning you've lost all hope
Wash your mouth out with soap
All your actions are no
And you fucking cope
And you'll regret
The chain of events
That ripped up your set
And your body is hung from the rope
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