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Warwhine
03:22
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Lyrics:
„... but even today as they were bringing more weapons, they claim they are preparing for the ceasefire..."
Statements line up they stack high, overflowing all
You never seen them rise, but you will see them fall
They got success written on your chest
Cause they are divine, let me hear your war whine
Soulless ghouls keep weighing cons and pros, they put up a smile
Statements line up they stack high, overflowing all again
You never seen them rise, see them again my friend
They got suspect, written on your back
Cause they are divine, let me hear your war whine
Soulless ghouls keep weighing cons and pros ,they put up a smile
Don't you know it, they can't change their bones, they have lasted a while
Behave
Be brave
Enslave
Soulless ghouls keep weighing cons and pros ,they put up a smile
Don't you know it, they can't change their bones, they have lasted a while
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2. |
Mongolian Clusterfuck
03:56
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Go
Slow down
Drum roll
Hold on
Oh mister surgeon fashion me a virgins birth canal
Take this burden off my chest with a blade and a smile
Make it cuddly, take away all the bits and pieces of old age
And remains of fecies
I'm sure I'll enjoy it for many years to come
As it spills all on my face
As it drips all on my
As it sits upon my face
Go
Slow down
Drum roll
Hold on
I'll need it to be just a little bit younger, just a little more
Just a little more patching up to get my foot in the door
Standardize the size and width
Adjust the parameters just right
And I just might feel like an elegant whore
I'm sure I'll enjoy it for many years to come
I'm sure I'll tear it up for many years to come
I'm sure I'll enjoy it
As it spills all on my face
As it drips all on my
As it sits upon my face
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Dr. Kevorkian
08:04
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If you think you got it all
Let me tell you that you are wrong
Let me yell you something, you can hope that's it out loud
Gas is pumping, impulses keep spreading, then I pull the plug
Pull the plug
If you think that you've gone small
Opinion matters overall
Let as dwell on things of small importance, climb until we fall
There is grace in every move we make, and then I pull the plug
(dr. Kevorkian speech)
For seven years I have watched you grow
For seven years you told me so
I have stood aside just waiting throught
The day all this comes back to you
It has been a long time, nothing done,
Clean my self for shit to come
I have stood aside just waiting throught
The day all this comes back to you
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Lonely Electron
05:36
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I have no soul to sell, no body to incorporate
I have no soul to sell, its one collective
Isolated by the nature
I enforce every new day but my will gets feeble
You can always use me, on more ways than I calculate
more than one
I have no soul to sell, no body to incorporate
I have no soul to sell, its one collective
Isolated by the nature I enforce every new day but my will gets feeble
You can always use me, on more ways than I calculate
more than one
(I am the will you always seek
I am the motive you always lack
I am the quality you always wanted
I'm the collective you never joined
I'm the decision you never made
I'm the precision you never had
I'm the structure of your own mind
For the first time right words cross your lips
And your voices are now synchronized
All your faces come to form the only mask you will ever wear
I fullfill my obsession so you can witness
My last word with God
My first public confession)
When inner peace was given out, I was skiped
Tears become laughter, solitude turned to ego trip
Feeble, feeble, feeble ...
(Jebote proton)
I have no soul to sell, no body to incorporate
I have no soul to sell, its one collective
Isolated by the nature I enforce every new day but my will gets feeble
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5. |
Big Lord's Pig Horde
03:41
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The big Lord loves his pig horde, and he feeds and cares
But when he's bored, he likes to pay some attention
To the birds and the bees, pigs laying on their bellies
Don't fulfill his needs
But the big Lord does as he's told
So he tidies up and then he folds his clothes
His bones got thinner from looking at bees
Pigs die, no please
Pigstuy diseased
We need some more of same and old, trow us pearls and feed us gold
All is fine, ain't that a holy lie, we say it all the time, it keeps us small
All is fine, as long as all is mine, we fill the barrel till it blows
A big grief fell on his creek
His pigs got weak their eyes got bleek
So he took some time off to talk to people
And meet them
And pet their spoiled children's heads in the evenings
All was well but the pigs got hungry and hungrier
The days got darker and uglier
The Lord came down to show some courtesy
But the pig stuy knows no mercy
We need some more of same and old, trow us pearls and feed us gold
All is fine, ain't that a holy lie, we say it all the time, it keeps us small
All is fine, as long as all is mine, we fill the barrel till it blows
Please be quiet you don't want to be heard, because the rest of the herd prefers elegant words
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6. |
Running Bridges
03:37
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Aim fell on the heads of talls, and all hell than came forth
Oh well, let us rest with ease, say thank you before you say please
While it seems like another opportunity rises, best things come with promise in disguise
Game fell in between the drawers, and all hell than came forth
Oh well, I believe in things, say amen as they cut your wings
One
Some
Old
Fun
All
None
Hold
Done
(Breath is gone and it's closing in as I hold it in
Use up all my wind)
Breath is going out of style I know
It's wasting all my time and bones
The blows are testing all my mind and holes
It' going right back to my nose
Game fell
Oh well
What it seems like another opportunity rises, best things come with promise in disguise
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7. |
Wicked Ways of Men
05:06
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Man does
Man says
Synthesize your inner eye
You bought it, now its got you opened wide
Oh my
Hypnotized by hoping
You can cope with
All this time has left us holy
Holy cow
Wicked daughters, wicked sons
Wicked things, wicked ones
Man does
Man says
*facemelter
Maybe your every thought in under occupation
Maybe there was no vision before this hallucination
They are just crazy, plain old crazy talk
Synchronize with instant file
Explore the possibilities inside
That's right
Only ones who left
Are small and boneless
So we see ourselves so high
Let's fight
Wicked daughters, wicked sons
Wicked things, wicked ones
Wicked daughters, wicked sons will burn . . .
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