1. |
The Wet End of August
01:48
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The magic is gone
Without a devil, no fun
We try to get it on
But nothing is coming back home
And everything is always going
Another way, that we’re not knowing
I try to feel, I try to be
But nothing is going right for me, oh
I needed more of your space
I needed more than those single days
I needed fun and games
I needed more than you could bring, yeah
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2. |
The Gate
01:20
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Oblivious to the facts of life
Superstitious, I cut like a knife
Oblivious to the facts of life
Superstitious, I cut like a knife
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3. |
Never Present
01:16
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All the words you’ve spoken
Can’t be taken back
All the times that you’ve lost your mind
Cuz you say so many things sometimes
But you’ve never ever said goodbye
Oh, I’ve tried
Oh, I’ve tried to say goodbye
Goodbye
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4. |
Present Fear
02:04
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I scratch the surface for more than I believe
A quick deliver and everything you need
More and more the fear is spreading
Like before it’s all repeating
And all the people they bow so low
No one can see through these veils so strong
And all we fear is always present
Always present
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5. |
Statistic Age
02:22
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The devil’s cold, I sold my soul
The world I leave, the truths I’ve told
And everyone is always on my case
Making me feel like I’ve been erased
And more than anything, I can’t be just fine
I have to feel it all the time, what you say, you say
I won’t see you waiting, won’t see you waiting for me
I won’t see you waiting, won’t see you waiting for me
I needed more than this, more than this one soul, one soul
One soul, one soul
One soul, one soul
One soul, one soul
Everybody is crazy
Scratching eyes and doing time in their souls
In their minds their buried in walls
And within these everybody's gone
Violence, violence
Everybody’s gone, everybody’s gone
Violence, violence
Everybody’s gone, everybody’s gone
Violence, violence
Everybody’s gone, everybody's gone
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6. |
Church On Tuesday
02:40
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All these nerve endings are open
You can watch them from afar
No one told you death was easy
You’ve been choosing on your own
Sacrifice is just a failure
Without all these broken bones
Taste the sins of your maker
You’ve invented him alone
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7. |
Withered Children
01:27
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Present tense and no warnings
Hold hands and dragged
As in lies, it’s too haunting
Holding hands and just ask
Oh you sell yourself so short
Oh you sell yourself so short
So short
So short
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Oh, I feel so goddamn good
When everybody's screaming like they're lost in woods
I tippy toe, I cut and moan, I feel insane
Cause nothing is real, this life is just a game
I do whatever I think I feel
If this body tears, it's just part of the deal
You scream and moan, you scream and moan
And everything turns red
You guess my name, you guess my name
And then you're dead
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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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