1. |
GL I TC H Y WA TE R S
03:27
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Ancient art
isn't something to like
The letters fade
So do you
Darkness comes
to time forgotten
I love the way
you move
Dive on in
to the Glitchy Waters
The grid escapes,
bends and moves
I love the way
love the way you wave
and the way you taste
and the way you smell
Come on baby
come to me
Come on baby
come down to me
Turn on the news -
is that TMZ?
Is it Donald Trump?
God dammit, I hate the Fuck
We're all gonna die
if this resumes
Wight as well be with you ~
Come on baby
come to me
Come on baby
come down to me
down to me
Come on baby
come to me
Come on baby
come down to me
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2. |
SUSPECT 4
03:53
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I search the ways of knotted land
Of great demand
They rate command
Any night it's not in here
On brokered land
On ruptured land
They sweat away of living dear
Of great demand
Of great demand
In separate of lovers down
The native land
The native land
In seperate the lovers down
Let it speak
Of what i found
They clip away
Of counting brawls
They make me fall
That it makes me fall
They think that I'm nothing more than a dick
An alien tired of Stanislaus
And in the walls I lose control
In ways I've never feared
They separate the fall from grace
That hit my face
That hate my face
And everything is here to stay
In modern hell
In moderrrrn faith
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3. |
LASER SHOW
01:37
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Tuesday's Laser Show
A jam-packed annual affair
We hope to see ya there
Bring some lawn chairs
And some bug spray, if ya can
Or buy 'em at the stand
Tuesday's Laser Show
Has been canceled ‘cause of the rain
What a shame
We hope y'all understand
It was out of our control
Don't ya know
Tuesday's Laser Show
Has been moved to the 26th
It should be fuckin sick
Park behind the Burger King
If the normal lot is full
We hope to see ya there
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4. |
OBELISK
04:26
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Omen,
There’s no romance in the method
Put on a tourniquet to stop it
Oh, you’re making out with murder
I wasn’t faking, I deserve her
Roll your wiccan eyes to call ‘em
The marble statues pose below me
and bring the lips about here
I wanna know what you’re thinkin’ bout, baby
I wanna know where you go with my friends
Open
your wicked wiccan eyes to call ‘em
The closet dresser drawers of linen
take out the breath to stop the breathin’
In closest words; I don’t deserve her
These statues posing low beneath me
It doesn’t realize I’m ugly
Time for the second round
I wanna know what you’re thinkin’ bout, baby
I wanna know what you think of my friends
Closin’
the proper rights to find the low end
The lighter side above the oven
Effective kisses in the dungeon
Loving the buzz about you
I wanna know what you’re thinkin’ bout, baby
I wanna know where you go with my friends
I wanna know what you’re thinkin’ bout, baby
I wanna know what you think of my friends
~ L O VE TH E T I M E S W E HA T E ~
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5. |
MOSCOW
03:41
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I WAS LYIN ON THE TABLE WITH MY ARMS OUT LIKE AN ANGEL I WAS BURNIN IN MY EYEBALLS IN THE QUICK SHOT LIKE A RIFLE WEED N LIQUOR MADE ME SICKER THAN I EVER COULD REMEMBER ON THE TRIGGER I WAS QUICKER THAN I EVER COULD REMEMBER
Hey, there
Fill that copper mug up
With my Deep Eddy
Dive below the surface of my soul
I WAS LYIN I'M AN ANGEL I WAS ARMED AND I WAS ABLE I WAS BURNIN IN MY EYEBALLS IN A QUICK SHOT LIKE A RIFLE
WEED N LIQUOR MADE ME SICKER THAN I EVER COULD REMEMBER ON THE TRIGGER I WAS QUICKER THAN I EVER COULD REMEMBER
Hey, there
Fill that copper mug up
With my Deep Eddy
Dive below the surface of my soul
Please, ma'am
Fill me up, I'm dying
Im Drowning thirsty
Drink me under
Til I pass out cold
Hey, there
Fill that copper mug up
With my Deep Eddy
Dive below the surface of my soul
Please, God
Let me forget something
I can't remember
Liquid solvent
For memories of old
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6. |
SKWISH
04:27
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i made my way to the sand
~ eyes on a little bug
~ i woke up in a net
~ i could not wiggle free
my eyes were so large they said
~ 'where did he come from?'
~ im nothing but a monster to them
~ i could not wiggle free
they lied me on a blu tarp
~ i squirted out some ink
~ a little boy stepped on my tentacle
~ a girl took a selfie
they pried apart my eyelid
~ i stared into the sun
~ i asked neptune forgiveness
~ it was not my wiggle day
and the dogs are hidden:
~ sanctify the love forbidden ~
falling thru the unseen cracks
falling thru the unseen cracks
and the dogs are hidden:
~ sanctify the one forgiven ~
falling thru the unseen cracks
falling thru the unse˜e˜e˜e
im running out of oxygen
~ they take me to the pier
~ i wiggle off the edge
~ water is what i need
ill swim as deep as i can
~ where no human can be
~ no solar radiation
~ im sick of all the meat
and the dogs are hidden:
~ sanctify the love forbidden ~
falling thru the unseen cracks
falling thru the unseen cracks
and the dogs are hidden:
~ sanctify the one forgiven ~
falling thru the unseen cracks
falling thru the unseen cracks*
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