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Synced With Nothing
02:37
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Pour the Dirt
03:22
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Choke a motherfukker
Stealing their last breath
Choke a motherfukker
Steal their last breath
In control of nothing
Heart beating through chest
In control of nothing
Heart beating through chest
Everything's connected
Everything needs death
Everything's connected
Everything is death
Pour the dirt down
Close the coffin lid
Pour the dirt down
Always live in sin
Choke a motherfukker
Stealing their last breath
In control of nothing
Heart beating through chest
Pour the dirt down
Close this coffin lid
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4. |
Mass of Self
02:44
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Potential Masculinity
02:18
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The wind blows where it wants to blow
I wish for the same behavior
I can’t stop, it feels so warm
Now I’m like another feline
I’ve never stepped outside the yellow guarded line
I don’t wanna see anything but me
I don’t seek through, I just walk by
I don’t even try to single out a guy
I can’t decide if I ever felt so high
I’m a guest now, I sit down
I grind my own teeth down
I feel like it’s gotta stop somehow
Yeah, somehow…
I feel so abandoned
Missionary understanding
I know…
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Nameless at Starbucks
02:19
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Acid Yellow
01:46
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Vinegar Flies
02:18
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Vile, while I wander the night with eyes bloodshot
Murder, denial, your one desire rammed down
Murder, denial, you said he was his mothers son
Murder, denial, who shot and what insured my fall?
Why? When I set out to fall, this setup grand slam
Why? And the son had to fall, we sat a mile aside
Wild, and her son had to fall, he’s glad, a centerfold
My? Why’d her son have to fall, and why a centerfold?
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10. |
Blood Faith
03:06
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I’m keeping up with the failure
There’s just enough to go around
I am not your savior
So turn that head and go back around
Jesus Christ didn’t die for your sins
Just a tale for religious wins
Another tale of misfortune
And you swallow the parts that you think fit
There’s no second coming coming around
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11. |
Come As You Were
02:04
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12. |
Post Death Screams
01:20
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Here it lies, where it resides, where it saddles off
The ride is long, right is slapped, let us hear it fall
You let it rip, everywhere, you rather sit in now
Oh, let me ruin this society with our sound wall
And add this insult, it's only people, let 'em sleep
An abbreviation has ruined another savvy script
On every single little sound bar
On everybodys tongue, waiting for the night fall
Scream, scream, scream post death
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13. |
Slow Crawls
02:10
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De La Sagra Sweden
One human nation of electronic noise and sweet weirdness communicated through various instruments, non-instruments and the distant language of tinnitus.
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