1. |
Romansochism
02:51
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A pair of brown eyes turned / and closed their lids on me / as ears became deaf / to a guillotine scream / as a spectre from the past / rose and took shape / plead ignorance / but was aware to my fate / Sirens sing / of hope and love to give / yet sailors crash on rocks / no longer to live /
A pair of blue eyes pierced / through a veil of smoke / as passion burned hot / and desire awoke / à la maison malheureuse / de Madame Gamache / duplicity left / a festering gash / Songs of romance sung / on your harp of gold / it’s a grisly instrument / made of flesh and bone / A sweet voice came / over the intercom / a warm smile told you / nothing was wrong / yet an iron horse / took what’s rightfully yours / your beloved husband / gone forever more.
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Cadillac Fellatio
02:14
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Who cares about self expression?
You just wanna get laid.
Why not give up on creativity?
Focus on getting paid
You're not an artist
All you want is validation
It's supposed to be a struggle
Not your coked up vacation
Cadillac Fellatio
Your reflection doesn't make you more aware
Just triggers your own vanity
Blinded by your own glare
Can't see your self destructive insanity
Friends, bandmates, what's it to you?
They're all simply fire wood.
Fuel for your rich man blues
Never stop to ask if you should
Your hedonism's gonna kill you
You will have no more friends
Your life will have rotted through
With all of your money to spend
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3. |
I Just Want to Get By
01:19
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I don't want to be rich
Just live life in my niche
I just want to get by
Not fail everything I try
Problems not multiply
I just want to get by
World doesn't owe me success
But I can't sleep due to the stress
I just want to get by
Say I'm fine and not lie
Not have all my prospects dry
I just want to get by
I don't want to be the best
I just want to get some rest
I just want to get by
Just to breath and not die
Not have to wonder why
That I just want to get by
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4. |
Inquisition
02:02
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Call forth the tribunal / Grand Inquisitor will know all/ know that you stand accused / our summons can’t be refused / crimes against God and the state / your punishment will not abate / enduring pain for you sins / almost time for the next session / Spoke your mind in a public place / forced our hand now we save face / dare criticize our global aims / or question our financial gains / you fed the poor, you didn’t pay the fee / entitled bums they want it all for free / you will confess, we have our means / bring forth the rack, we’ll hear your SCREAMS!! / Kangaroo court for all to see / just recant, we’ll set you free / take the plea, we’ll make a deal / reduce the pain your family will feel / you resisted, we took your life / we dumped your body in the middle of the night / and anyone who knows the truth / will meet the same fate as you
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Slick Denny
03:28
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Slick Denny came from Moravia / gonna chase his dream in America / it’ll happen, he’s going to will it / he doesn’t need anybody’s input / he’s got eyes as blue as the ocean / gonna suck you in with his charisma / with his rhetoric and with his dogma/ you’re believin’ without objection / So you followed Denny to Guyana / everything looks to be utopia / full of peace, hope, love and harmony / yet everything’s not what it seems to be / things went south all in a moment’s time / fraud was Denny’s reason and his rhyme / holds out a spiked beverage for you to quaff / you feel the poison take hold as Denny laughs
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6. |
Toxic Impulse
02:20
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Long for home à la Suisse
And my darling that I miss
Escape today think of the past
Behind the scenes the magic's gone
Toys and shows, of which we're fond
Memories must always last
The door is open
I don't want to go in
I'd rather revisit
The past again
Don't take me to the
Future time
I'd rather stay here
Left behind
When I was young, you could do no wrong
Now I'm old, plugged the siren's song
See you in the mirror as I repeat your crimes
Take the past, make it great again
The future ideal is mourning again
Progress abandoned for simpler lies
The door is open
You won't go in
You'd rather revisit
The past again
Don't take us to the
Future time
You'd rather leave us
Left behind
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The wife left me just last week
The furnace needs repairs, the roof leaks
I need answers but when I seek them
Everything just looks so bleak
The boss tells me we need to talk
My stomach tightens, but I can't balk
I get up from my desk and we walk
Out the door while my co-workers gawk
We have eliminated your position
Security will be escorting you out the door
All my efforts have been reduced to nil.
I sit alone in my car
I consider going to the bar
The parking garage is dark
I get out, leave my door ajar
The tire iron is in my trunk
My whole career and my life have been sunk
I slowly take it out and clutch it
My boss will soon be expunged
I crouch down in the shadows
News will spread like an inferno
They will call me a psycho
Can I escape to Mexico?
The garage door opens, he steps in
I draw near, getting close to him
I clear my throat and he spins
This is it! This is revenge!
I have eliminated your position
Soon you won't be drawing breath anymore
I have reduced your life to nil.
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8. |
Insectile Ways
03:12
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Your flyswatter is your only defense / against a world full of creepy crawling pests / that bug’s a nuisance but that bug is me / you got two eyes instead of eight so you can’t quite see / I’m a hideous creature since the day I was born / this buzzing insect gets your heaps and piles of scorn / yet like an ant I’m nowhere to be found / yet colonizing, fraternizing underground / Mosquito bites sucking blood out of your arm / bottle fly spreading disease and causing alarms / I’m your larvae, your weirdo since the age of nine, with nothing else to do it helped me pass the time
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