1. |
Atomic Man (WTF?)
05:15
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ATOMIC MAN (WTF?)
DON'T BE SCARED OF YOUR ORBIT!
The blowing wind
Makes you feel romantic.
Tech-support
Keeps your bandwidth tantric.
It's another day
In the USA.
Drink the lemonade.
We're stuck in an endless parade.
(Blowing out- Splitting up- Inside)
ATOMIC MAN (WTF?)
DON'T BE SCARED OF YOUR ORBIT!
Say these words
Like a prayer to the birds.
Would you have this bliss
If it felt good and left you
With a severed head.
It's just decorative.
Lets clap our hands
And fall down into the
Abyss.
(Blowing out- Splitting up-Inside)
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2. |
Your Town
04:03
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Phones gone off the hook.
You dare not look.
(Y-T Y-T Y-T)
Bones turned into dust
Selled to tourist.
(Y-T Y-T Y-T)
Time kept in the brine
Of love and trust
Rhythm and rhyme
Don't say it twice.
(Y-T Y-T Y-T Y-T)
Comes in all sizes and shapes
(<------)
Nirvana at a discount rate
(------->)
Pat yourselves on the back
(<--------)
Like zombies on a nordic track
(------->)
Burned right off the map
They set a trap.
(Y-T Y-T Y-T)
Kids don't disconnect
We break their necks.
(Y-T Y-T Y-T)
I, I see the sun the stars the sky
It's digitized
You hit subscribe.
(Y-T Y-T Y-T)
Buzzards coming home to roost
(------>)
Geography of total ruin
(<------)
Kamikaze on slave wage
(----->)
Sorry got to dock your pay.
(<----)
Dreams that reoccur
Forget where you were.
(Y-T Y-T Y-T)
Foaming at the mouth
It all went south.
(Y-T Y-T Y-T)
She, she looked away
Not bothered by a thing
They made their way
(Y-T Y-T Y-T)
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3. |
EV!L
04:04
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She walks the streets without a name.
With a card of tarps and a pocket of pain.
Keep your children off prescriptions
Let them have prophetic visions.
Before the circuits shatter in their head.
They don't stop chewing
After their feed.
Can you feel the...EV!L?
(Oh I can see it now)
(Yes I can see it now)
There's blood in the fetal stool.
Now all the slugs gotta stay after school.
And if your stomach gets to churning
While the whole damn world is burning.
You take it out in the hotel pool.
It's not you just the world that's cruel.
Can you feel the..EV!L?
(Oh I can see it now)
(Yes I can see it now)
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4. |
Psychic Sidebitch
04:43
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Don't want to be your only lover.
Not your best friend, sister, or your brother your brother.
Just want to meet you under cover.
Don't want to hear you say I love you.
I'm your Psychic Sidebitch
You say you love me
But you want to scratch that itch.
Riding the freeway
Trying to find someplace
That you understand.
You say that you love me
But you stand above me.
Nothing ever fits in your hand.
We wake in beds
Across the country.
When your alone
You try to summon upon me.
I'm just a genie
In a bottle.
With an eager neck
You want to throttle.
And I'm your Psychic Sidebitch
You have your way with me
And then you disappear.
Psychic Sidebitch
Tired and true
And blue for you
Not that you care.
You say that you love me
But you want to sub me.
I don't even think that you can.
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5. |
Dead on Dawn
03:31
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I want to eat you
With your mind.
Dressed in prosthetics
That we find.
Pornos underfed.
Dead man says your dead.
Your in the fringe
Your out of time.
Tear stained Miranda says
Your damned with your tangled heart
(Dead on- Dead on- Dead on dawn)
Shivering with the stars
(Dead on- Dead on- Dead on dawn)
Never to carry on tonight.
Undress this mess
Lets get in time.
I stub your toe
And now your mine.
Pulling tooth after tooth
Wanting a sign of proof
That these machines don't run your life.
When the charge runs out
What will you find
In those barren hills
(Dead on- Dead on- Dead on dawn)
Taken their against your will
Now that you stumbled to the shrine.
(Dead on- Dead on- Dead on dawn)
I want to eat you with your mind.
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6. |
Intentions
04:37
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Modal rivers going dry.
She cursed the earth
And ditched that guy.
Sunburn angels in the sky
Flipping off the passersby.
See how they want to run?
Out at the sound of the gun?
Do we all get undressed with the best intentions?
I could be your witness.
I could give you business.
We could do the magic
Better than our
Parents did the motions
Diapers in the ocean
Turned around and said
"Look at all the shit you did?"
No one wants to be you
No one wants to see you.
We ain't acting tragic.
We're free-er than you ever was.
Vying for position
In the pot of pissing
Now you got to listen
Never was what never was.
I don't want your after life
Where all these boys just want to fight.
Well I don't want your after life
Where all these boys can't get it right.
See how they've come and gone.
Singing that same old song.
No one knows why they keep going.
Life is just AYYIYIAYIAIYAIIIAYIAYAYAIAYIAIY
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7. |
Divining Light
04:59
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Living in a whirl pool floating under water
While the voices die the same in the slaughter
We go by just talking mentally
Well get back get back suicide demon
I ain’t got the time to keep you feeded
I can read the signs an I know the shapes they make
Why die in the water
When you can learn to swim
Why smell for the ghost
When he can’t get in
It’s the breaking of the clouds
In the thunder in your mind
It’s the divining light
Don’t cry for your lover
Don’t dig your self under
Don’t give your soul
To the flesh eyed mother
She takes men and feeds them to little boys
Well it’s one hit two hits six hits
I’m back again
I bleed from my eyes
I look like the rest of them
Coming down is easier than getting up
Well it’s the pale moonlight
On your sunburst skin
Your hypnotized by what you should have been
If the water feels fine let the tide throw you in
To the divining light
Well tell me now
Where have you been
To the deathly valley on the head of a pin
Well now your back and the doors open
To the divining light
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8. |
Dept. of Crime
07:12
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Mind your manners.
Give me gifts and good vibes.
Popular pigeons
Can't fly without
Neon skies.
Send me a post card
From the Department of Crime
Hold on to your girl friend
We're going out tonight.
I'll refund your ticket.
You know where to stick it.
Wannabe guru
Crush pleasure with voodoo.
The song keeps repeating
but you won't be feeling
The walls from the ceiling.
The oxygen got to them!
Oxygen out!
Injured ego
Must regain dominance.
We live incognito.
We live in constant suspense.
But I'm not the evil.
Just in the negative.
Refocus exposure.
Keep your composure
Friend.
Severed from danger
In the arms of a stranger.
Well what's the commotion?
Tell me how are you coping?
The daggered reflection
That I am perfecting.
The oxygen got to them!
Oxygen out!
C.I.A ... F.BI... dot dot dot
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