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evil ending...
03:11
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Reaction.
The anvil falls on my,
on my,
on my head.
Some say that the world is only a glimpse of what’s to come.
I say that the world is already there but I’ll bite my tongue.
Can’t you see it?
Said it before but I’ll say it again:
Prisons are symbols of what’s in your head.
Escape is a problem? Books can bend lead.
Im stepping on a fucked-up nation?
Set your tones for this congregation:
I’m stepping on this fucked-up nation!
Evil be dead soon?
The devil is dead…No!
The devil is dead is that what we said?
I don’t know.
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Angels fall through the cracks
They don’t help…let them work
Devils fly… sure they do.
Pound for pound they don’t work.
Wake up! Wake up!
It’s a dream?
It’s my life-mare. It’s my life-mare.
Wake yourselves! Wake yourselves!
Wake yourselves! Wake yourselves!
Sound the drums. Here it is:
A monster scare was hard work.
Wicked steps.What a mess.
Masterminds back to work.
Wake up! Wake up!
It’s a dream?
It’s my life-mare. It’s my life-mare.
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A rising sea
03:28
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Floating down the stream.
Better be home by two or you’ll pay.
All the crimes they leave, they leave it up to you.
I won’t pay.
The seasons are dead you know.
The skies were blue but just suppose…
There she blows!
The seasons are dead you know.
The skies were blue but just suppose…
There she blows!
Sailing thru the seas.
Never get home by two…guess I’ll stay.
Can’t escape from here. Sea as thick as soup.
What a waste.
The seasons are dead you know.
The skies were blue but just suppose…
There she blows!
Gnash your teeth.
Help me wash away the red.
I promise you I’ll behave…the rising of the sea.. I promise you I’ll behave.
Then you were down and out. Now you finally know why.
The pictures you talked about… what a credible lie.
The pictures you talked about.
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lazy in comparison
02:42
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Darkness.
It’s raining wrong directions…a needle with no compass.
I’m trapped beneath this forest.
It’s good enough for me.
Have you solved Adventure?
Stricken by a wave on the asphalt?
I built a laser from TVs.
In the Country Squire…smoking up a storm.
Cause my dad won’t
Roll down the windows anymore.
Hey! Hey!
Say who are you?
Hey! Hey!
My advice to you is turn me off.
Hey! Hey!
Say who are you?
Hey! Hey!
Say…
It makes sense to me.
Comprehension free.
Put more screws in me. Put more screws in me.
Have you camped with Charles?
It’ a fucking blast especially when he
whispers sweet nothings and grabs my…
Only time will tell if
good outweighs the bad…When I get there
I’ll try to soak up all my past.
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this book has two titles
04:05
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So empty,
Dead inside,
Thats how you left me.
Time carries me
Through all the warning signs.
The thought of wasting lives…
It’s only me.
It’s only me.
It’s only me.
Can’t save me if you tried!
We were never…
This is just the end.
We were never friends…
This is my revenge.
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Do you like this newer home?
They brought us in an odd machine.
I’ve been looking for…
I see no trees, trees, trees for me.
The crowd is so over-fucking-whelming me.
It was the finest barn I’ve ever seen.
The smoke and smell from that other yard.
It’s ME!!!
The darkened space.
The sight of mud.
I’ve been looking for…
I smell more blood, blood, is that my blood?
The crowd is so over-fucking-whelming me.
It was the finest barn I’ve ever seen.
The smoke and smell from that other yard.
It’s MEAT!!!
Why do we have to line up?
Hook inside a leg.
Mom, where are we going?
Are we gonna stay?
Don’t you make a sound.
It’s just you and I.
Are you scared?
So am I…
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HORNS Norwalk, California
HORNS. 2004-2010.
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