1. |
Betch
04:27
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I’m the kind of boy who will never ever leave you alone
48 new hours of pleasure then a hole in a bone
And all that I am left is the certainty that women are soft
So weak and with the knowledge that all are living just to get off
But you can’t, oh!
I’m the kind of bitch that you’ll never get with
I’m the kind of bitch that you’ll never get with
Sappy little fag, you who never give a shit
I’m the kinda bitch that you’ll never get with
Woman in the belt of a god will take the form as they’re born.
So puritan the panties a prude made in the guise of a whore.
But when the band approaches with all intent to feel the inside
The free and atheistic reduced to just a scared little child.
They all are.
I’m the kind of bitch that you’ll never get with
I’m the kind of bitch that you’ll never get with
Sappy little fag, you who never gave a shit
I’m the kinda bitch that you’ll never get with
We are oh so free and “post-everything”
the liberal me, with all intent to enjoy all that our mothers made free-
-dom of the body, the right to not be cast in a house
But what do we do?
Reduce ourselves to more cat and mouse…
I’m the kind of bitch that you’ll never get with
I’m the kind of bitch that you’ll never get with
I’m the kind of bitch that you’ll never get with
I’m the kind of bitch that you’ll never get with
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2. |
Violent Boys
04:34
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“VIOLENT BOYS”
By John R. Adams
A love that hides
Within a perfect visage, I
Cannot reveal the thrill inside
For love defined
begins and ends with never mind
A sudden spark, then suicide
Cause when I lay
Your perfect head upon my face
There’s no such thing you can betray
You're in my mind
But over time it's homicide
That eats your heart, and makes you die
Violent Boys
Your hair in eyes
And flowing fields of opiates
A golden hide in which to hide
And throat of gold
The body tight that pulls you close
A heart that grows
and then explodes
The symmetry
Of greek statuary, he
Will make you ache to re-arrange
The muscle tone
A symphony or flowing stone
That Bash your face and
makes you strange
Violent Boys
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3. |
So, No
04:17
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Homely, lonely me
Alone and openly
Fall for trap doors and whores
Tat-less, talkative
And inadequate
No one wants me for me
Wait for it.
You can’t resist…
And when they want you so,
No.
Now I’m oh so mean
Alone and vacantly
Aim to please mr. Beast.
And when they come to you
Wet and begging too
I will leave you
In heat.
Wait for it.
You can’t resist…
And when they want you so,
No.
Wait for it..,
Wait for it…
Wait for it…
Wait for it.
(Mental sounds)
So, no.
So, no.
So no.
So NO.
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4. |
Enter the Death Cube!
04:17
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5. |
Lovethink
04:43
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They say love completes you
Further from the sun
Willl lead you
From a broken name
To a new face
Stretch and rearrange
Then erase
I think I love you…
I think I love you…
I think I love you…
I don’t know who I am
They say love can heal you
Penetrate the skull
Then steal you
Copy what’s my name
Then made strange
All that’s me inside
Will too die
I think I love you…
I think I love you…
I think I love you…
I don’t know who I am.
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6. |
Molly
04:30
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Into the sun
All are one
Into the sun
All are one
Into the sun
All are one
Everything is bleeding
Everything is bleeding
Everything is bleeding
Everything is bleeding
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7. |
Kniving The GlacialHead
06:44
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(Fake language)
Everything you see is something more
(Rising trance)
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8. |
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“VIOLENT BOYS”
By John R. Adams
A love that hides
Within a perfect visage, I
Cannot reveal the thrill inside
For love defined
begins and ends with never mind
A sudden spark, then suicide
Cause when I lay
Your perfect head upon my face
There’s no such thing you can betray
You're in my mind
But over time it's homicide
That eats your heart, and makes you die
Violent Boys
Your hair in eyes
And flowing fields of opiates
A golden hide in which to hide
And throat of gold
The body tight that pulls you close
A heart that grows
and then explodes
The symmetry
Of greek statuary, he
Will make you ache to re-arrange
The muscle tone
A symphony or flowing stone
That Bash your face and
makes you strange
Violent Boys
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9. |
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Come out
Don your socks and
Brush your teeth and
Cut your face in two
Contemplate your favorite tie
Then wear it like a noose
Drive the week and
Fall asleep inside a metal shoe
To measure out all of your life
In tiny coffee spoons
Come out I’ll never see you alive
Come out, I won’t be true
Just when you thought you
made your life
The rats rain down on you
(Race)
Cutters, staples, broken ankles
Horses made of glue
With camouflage inside an eye
That forges to anew
Butter anvils, broken ankles
Policies and proofs
Consult the date I saved to die
Inside the office pool
Come out I’ll never see you alive
Come out I won’t be true
Until the planets all align
And force me out of you.
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