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Conduits for sale
Conduits for sale
Meandering about the premises
First Class Futuresomeone
Enter adjective
Shortcomings in longhand
Longcomings in shorthand
Spidery legs cramp in the room enclosure
Commonplace
Misdemeanor misdirection
crossing out inferiorities
Building it up, up, up
Do what you will my liege
Cup half-full, not at all empty
Makeshift malady purification
Jumbled amongst the imperfections lies... what?
Family anti-fiction
Fearing imprisonment
This is a question of structural integrity
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Where's the Release?
02:13
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My mind is a mess
and I can't feel anything
Now that's not true
I wish it were true
My fists are clenched
I can see how you move
You're spreading me thin
With the things that you do
Take me away
from this place
I don't want to be here anymore
I'm tired of this
So tired of this
Where's the release I've been looking for?
Where's the chain?
Invisible lock
That;s tying me down
Loud ticking clock
pounds in my ears
My senses are frayed
Death Dance Promenade
From which my eyes can't seer clear
Take me away
from this place
I don't want to be here anymore
I'm tired of this
So tired of this
Where's the release I've been looking for?
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3. |
Death to Religion
01:15
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Organized religion stabbed me in the back
All the fakes and hypocrites
diseases to contract
I'm tired of mental prostitution, selling out your mind
There's no need to think at all when God is on your side
Death to religion
And maybe just for once
Try to form your opinion
And not just to spew words
God is fucking sick of it
Jesus Christ supports the fags
Christianity is reeking of a filth they never had
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Information for Tourists
02:54
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I've got a hole in my mind
Stuff's dripping through but I don't want to find the time
An interest is what I lack
and I won't look back
I just don't care at all
And that is that
I just don't care what you say
It's hard to act like you like something when you don't
So don't
Dress it up, dress it down
just keep your brain intact
His life is locked, frozen
Your body is his religion
Don't talk like he used to
Anchor me
Anchor me
You are my incentive for consciousness
so take these old bones for reimbursement
Not gonna lie
Since you changed your tune
you're further from my mind
but not to far
Cause once you knew just what you thought
But now you don't and your personality is rot
And i just don't care for you at all
Check out this brand new recording device
We're all one happy family see?
Come on and smile for me
I can't stand it.
Anchor me
Anchor me
You are my incentive for consciousness
so take these old bones for reimbursement
Anchor me
Anchor me
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5. |
Mutterings
03:47
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The man in the skeleton suit
Sits in the back of the room, smoldering
"Why me?"
Play it off.
brain precussion
Twelve and two hundred centigrade
On a hotel at the corner of bitter and sweet
She wears her age
Mutterings reek of hypocrisy
Mental Soundproofing
Control C, my life is a bore
Control V
Control thee, thy, me, my mind is a wreck
Stand back in abject horror as you life flashes
No, thats too obvious
Anyways!
I get more non-familial physical interaction in a mosh pit in a minute
than all the alternatives combined
Stop being self-referential
Find your place
Find your place
I was wondering to myself the other day
What had happened to my life
And then I remembered
I don't care
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6. |
Silence
02:50
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In the silence between silhouettes
Shadows contort unwilling
Unbeknownst
Not filling
Voids kept in secret
Hiding out from the crowd
A mouth is stitched from the inside
Quick! Change the subject.
Your interpretation is incorrect
False
The objective has become subjective
The subjective objective
C-R-E-T-I-N
Discreet
Subjection to subjectivity
Objection to Objectivity
Mind control is post-linear, proto-thought
Find your own way.
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Th*nk
02:17
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Think is a cuss word
Think is a naughty word
Think is a cuss word
Think is a naughty, naughty word
The government has it in a bag
Thinking for yourself is such a drag
So put on your seat-belt and be a good boy
Your life our rules, so just enjoy
Think is a cuss word
Think is a naughty word
Think is a cuss word
Think is a naughty, naughty word
Media exposure has caused a decline
In the concious thought of the controlled mind
Flip the lever, now your under my spell
It's alive! It's alive!
As far as I can tell
Think is a cuss word
Think is a naughty word
Think is a cuss word
Think is a naughty, naughty word
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8. |
Wocket in My Pocket
01:42
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Organized religion stabbed me in the back
All the fakes and hypocrites
diseases to contract
I'm tired of mental prostitution, selling out your mind
There's no need to think at all when God is on your side
Death to religion
And maybe just for once
Try to form your opinion
And not just to spew words
God is fucking sick of it
Jesus Christ supports the fags
Christianity is reeking of a filth they never had
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10. |
Cut it in Half
00:28
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Cut it in half
Consideration: Cut it in half
Compassion: Cut it in half
Casualties: Double it
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11. |
Psycho Mafia
01:38
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Spit on the streets
Your heads and feet
Got nowhere to go
other than shows
Could never love
And the Psycho-Mafia
I'm talking about love
Psycho-Mafia
No soul in discos
No rock in the clubs
Bullheads in the pubs
And the city jobs
Could never love
And the Psycho-Mafia
Could never love
Psycho-Mafia
Psycho-Mafia
Psycho-Mafia
'cho Mafia
'cho Mafia
Spit in the streets
Your heads and feet
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead
Going on about drugs
Psycho-Mafia
Could never love
Psycho-Mafia
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