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Chanel Hell
02:21
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Long way back from the factory
And I come down home to see my baby
Ice pick up her sleeve
Just waiting for me
Injection, the smell, the lies I could tell
It all led up to the closet
She ripped apart the bloody corpse!
All I wanted to say to you baby
I think that you're fucking crazy
All I wanted to say to you darling
I never wanted it to be this way
With said strap head locks and knees
She said get down on your knees and plead
More, more, I’m here to serve as long as you won’t (slash my throat)
You were so unhappy with him
Would you have been this unhappy with me?
All I wanted to say to you baby
I think that you're fuckin’ crazy (Fucking crazy)
All I wanted to say to you darling
I never wanted it to be this way
All I wanted to say to you baby
I think that you're fuckin’ crazy (Fucking crazy)
All I wanted to say to you darling
I never wanted it to be this way
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2. |
Trash Humpers
02:56
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There's not much a reason why you aren’t wanted too
Everybody's at the clubs and you’re here all alone
Plasticular eyeballs never know what it’s like
To diagnose a cranial cavity diving from the spotlight
Trash Humpers in the dead of night
Everybody’s always looking to fight
Not a single television in sight
Only minutes till I lose my mind
Not much left to do here I declare
Gonna sit back and count the girls in my electric rocking chair
Don’t even think, just know you’ll never have a chance
In fact who invited you to our secret voodoo dance?
(Who Invited you to my secret voodoo dance?)
Trash Humpers in the dead of night
Everybody’s always looking to fight
Not a single television in sight
Only minutes till I lose my mind
Trash Humpers in the dead of night
Everybody’s always looking to fight
Not a single television in sight
Only minutes till I lose my mind
Not much of a purpose other than to waste away
You slip by my fingers a little bit more each day
All I ever wanted was to click through this chaos
Slit the apples before your elders, they won’t know what fucking hit em!
Trash Humpers in the dead of night
Everybody’s always looking to fight
Not a single television in sight
Only minutes till I lose my mind
(I never wanted them here, I never wanted them here)
Trash Humpers feed the turbine slide
Densely packed with punk pigs and swines
Those bastards gonna skin us alive
I’m certain that I’ve lost my mind
(I never wanted them here, I never wanted them here)
Who invited you to my voodoo party?
I never wanted them here, I never wanted them here
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3. |
Benny and the Video
03:30
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Little boy
We’ve been here for hours
Why aren’t you saying no words?
How did you plot to dismember her corpse?
Grainy fieldscape embellishes like the pixels on the screen
All that the police found were the carpets you stained
Benny and the video
Blew her brains out on the floor
What’s it like to be insecure?
Is it forced or just read upon?
It’s only music that numbs the pain, yeah
Where all the adults, all they do is complain, yeah
He befriended a girl talking through the walls
Made sense when the bolt stunner hit the floor
Look behind my makeup and just maybe you will see
Be glad you can’t understand having been braced with misery
Benny and the video
Blew her brains out on the floor
What’s it like to be insecure?
Is it forced or just read upon?
Benny and the video
Blew her brains out on the floor
What’s it like to be insecure?
Is it forced or just read upon?
He blamed society
For his media expertise
Solemnly snacking
At his processed meat
He screams from the mudwells
Till it blasts through his head
Casually fetishized
Till someone’s dead
A lack of surveillance
Frees the surveilled
Lace fear with their food
Extract profit from their tears
This one’s for the outcasted
This one’s for the deranged
This one’s out for the kids
That seem to feel no pain!
Benny and the video
Blew her brains out on the floor
What’s it like to be insecure ?
Is it forced or just read upon?
Benny and the video
You live under my control
Icky Mouse’s Protocol
We are the pig pens of today
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4. |
Beyond the Cellar Door
05:30
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Bearing over
Darkest landscape
There’s not much
On the clock
That makes deeds
Worthwhile
Out of spite
Out of luck
Ghastling figure
To await me
On a greenland
Light eternal
Although you guide me
And I am thankful
I can’t desire
Anything
But world material
And here we are
Time and time again
Repeat the cycle till it ends
We’ve waited our lives for these moments
There’s not much more that I can do
Other than prove my love for you somehow
War torn
Prophecies
Conical collision, I’ve foreseen
Horsemen
Charging
This clock just never stops ticking
Blood-bathed
Tragedy
Stranded in our pre-constructed dreams
Your heart
My pain
Love will tear us apart again
Ascension complex ripples those smoked ducts completely
It takes a million needles to ground me to your conscious reality
I’m only certain there’s no other way to be
One with the angels, our spirits, don't blink, you’ll miss it
(I think I’m gonna be sick)
And here we are
Time and time again
Repeat the cycle till it ends
We’ve waited our lives for these moments
Not much we are really worth
Till the reason trickles down to earth
No telling what we will become
Though I will dedicate to someone
Why end it like this
When we can start again
Why end it like this
When we can start again
Any moment
Any time
Any conscious state of mind
Why end it like this
When we can start again
All seem faded
All seem faded
All seem faded
In the end...
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5. |
Hard Candy
05:45
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Hey I know it's been awhile
How was Summer? Did you two
Hold hands by the beach until your
Sweat and tears merged with the sea?
There's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while
Can you feel the roses
Poking at your feet
Can you feel the thorns
Piercing oh so deep
College letters and
Postcard councils
Close your eyes and
Take my hand now
And I feel wonderful
And I feel wonderful
And I feel wonderful
When I'm with you
Can you hear the corpses
Rising from the grave
Watch me as my heart explodes
Right all over your face
And all of this screaming
Dangling from the ceiling
I'd really hate to say it
You're in the same sinking hole as me
And I feel wonderful
And I feel wonderful
And I feel wonderful
When you're with me
Can you imagine
Can you feel it
If you cared
You’d believe it
But I felt wonderful
But I felt wonderful
But I felt wonderful
I’d stand by your side if by the end I didn’t fully realize
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