1. |
Fools on Fire
03:12
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and her role formed a tide
they have nothing to hide
end it all, skeptical, never felt so alive
gather 'round, gather 'round
for this cruel empire
gather 'round, gather round
for the great funeral pyre
and through the gloom they see ecstasy
oh, fools on fire
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2. |
Grand Fair of Nothing
03:40
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a soft spoken wound
poisonous and crude
concrete cushions
cover the room
tyrants in foreign grounds
don't make the rules
games that i play
are only to lose
come seep in my bloodstream
it widens my gaze
it's only forever
and we're only preys
hunters in foreign lands
fleeing the plague
spreading like sewers
ebbs and flows of hate
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3. |
This Must Be the Place
03:53
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4. |
Tin Foil Capsules
04:25
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all the windows are closed here
and the curtains are drawn
on this summer evening
i got trouble breathing
dark spots in my eyesight as i try to stand
oh my solitary solace
nothing much transpires from this scene
she gave me this stolen gift i would've taken
but my hands were on fire
under plastic water
my tin foil capsules through my feet
under plastic friends
i draw breath from the sounds i don't hear
and in my plastic job
my tin foil capsules through my feet
in my plastic head
no one's real and no one cares
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i praise the lord
i hope to show ya
i hear you laugh
everytime i fuck up
it's like a gun loaded on my temple
can't put it down
and i can't pull the trigger
another day, another prayer
maybe ignored, maybe unheard
my pretty hell, my sweet torture
i die for your sins
sleep with my eyes wide open
cry on your skin
and light myself on fire
so i can burn, burn, burn
i want it bad i want to hurt
god let me burn, burn, burn
hunched over me
so very scary
she looks me in the eyes
don't know if she's about to
fuck or kill me
oh my days, i wish i'd died !
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6. |
Papercuts
01:53
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please explain to me how
nothing's real to me now
gaunt faces that speak
resonate like a shriek
paper cuts on my tongue
novelty too soon gone
grinding teeth tangled up
reaching down to the pulp
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8. |
Stages
08:38
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9. |
Eulogy #1
04:24
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they want me to scar
they found my bones in his car
i'm friends with the ants now
and in a quiet choir
i wailed with lungs full of tar
wearing my skin inside-out
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10. |
Baumeister
02:04
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wir sind baumeister
und als solche werde wir baum
zerstöre was gebaut wurde
finde neue wege zum baum
neue wege zu zerstöre
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ONE DAY I WILL BE DIRT
AS I STAND TALL
ON THE GROUND OF IT ALL
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12. |
Eulogy #2
04:05
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some guy came
took my hand
said i won't be needing those
"now shall thou praise thy lord"
i won't be needing those
"this is how i die", i said
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