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hymen remains
01:44
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let your hair hang low, Sor Juana
let them see you for the queen that you are
when the mother of words is being tossed to the birds
all the sobbing in Juarez won't do shit for that scar
between the half-assed apologies
from disposable dads
and the man-made hex upon the fairer sex
given birth within fashions and fads
we never once bat an eyelash
just quietly mumble "it's sad"
while suppressing our rage. why don't you ask Haley Paige
about good girls gone bad?
let your skirts fly high, hermanas
who gives a damn what is said?
while reclaiming the night just remember the plight
of those cuerpos muertos who've bled
they're dead
remember: we're nothing without them
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2. |
armageddon t-shirt
02:51
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they're dropping the bombs
say goodbye to your moms
annihilation inevitable, annihilation inevitable
nuclear summer
i know it's a bummer
so don't drop the ball
with an outfit regrettable
close your eyes man, it's gonna hurt
you've got armageddon t-shirt
the concept of fashion buried dead in the dirt
i've got armageddon t-shirt
comfortable living
in crumbling ruins
beyond the long-dead grasp
of cultural influence
just as long as it fits
even caked in toxic shit
while the rest of these slobs start to cook
stubborn survival, always a good look
close
your
eyes
leave the criticism to the mutants and jerks
we've got armageddon t-shirts
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jungle bungle
02:09
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take a pill, have a thrill
don't forget to write your will
eating fungus, beasts among us
beware the stares that night has brung us
bungle in the jungle
accidental death
psilocybin visions
ravaged by savage breath
lions, tigers, bears, oh shit
nothing's sticking to the script
pupils dilate, vomit, sick
panic, clutching sharpened stick
this can't be fucking happening, man
this isn't happening
yes it is
wife and kids
never see them after this
now it's through
but nothing new
the stains in the grass
used to be you
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4. |
dishpit messiah
00:49
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maybe you've obtained the cosmos
or maybe you're just young and sick
maybe you've advanced beyond me
and maybe i don't give a shit
i ain't got the time for time
maybe god is in your handshake
and maybe he don't know you're high
but maybes are just maybes and if
maybes ain't then maybes lied
i ain't got the time for time
i can't wait to break my mind
i don't beleve in anything
i believe in everything
everything that's happening
could be explained as anything
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5. |
dome invasion
02:15
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trembling & shaking
the loss of control
numbness & tingling
the loss of control
chest pain, discomfort
the loss of control
shortness of breathing
the loss of control
sudden onset of apprehension
increasing discomfort, forgetting to breath
feels like i'm choking, the vascoconstriction
and derealization you would not believe
total invasion of these abberations
creating sensations of nauseas disgust
what the fuck?
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vlad decisions
02:26
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i'm afraid i must apologize for
this sudden act of blood
it seems that shattered mirrors don't do
one damned bit of good
i do appreciate your taste
and the way you wait for me
but i'll leave a path of dyed grey rats
as i exit through your door
unholy thoughts
keep windows locked
ready or not
phantom der nacht
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