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Years go by and I always seem to make the same mistake
because every time it seems someone throws a wrench in the works.
But machines never die, we're put on stand-by. Always prepared for blood shed. Be aware, when we're repaired, you're our first target (be scared) and we're coming for your head.
For I am a tool
weapon of mass destruction, incapable of rational views
Roman Hands, Russian Fingers
C'mere baby, have I got something for you.
My libido's solar powered, backed-up by rocket fuel
Add in a few drinks, my comments start to get crude.
Probably from the obvious lack of food consumed, or the head rush I'm getting from your perfume.
Let's go back to my place, let's both get nude.
You look like a lonely bolt that needs a screw.
Pink will turn black & blue by the time I'm thru with you,
Number two, a clue of what we're going to do next,
gonna shit on you while we having butt sex.
the whore I am from the old school
masturbates with defecation and covers my partners in puke.
Roman Hands, Russian Fingers
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I'm demented, but only 10% is pretended,
offending people to the point I'm now resented and unfriended
share something with ya, invented envisioned, surely to be hated on by millions of pretentious dipshits, but what isn't?
A sound, will wake the dead from the ground, invade your house, rip your neck vein out with their mouth!
My darling, my love,
don't get up there's too much blood
why are you always waiting for someone to save you?
they're starving, I'm fed up
I've read Robert Kirkman's stuff
and I know someone will introduced to replace you.
Prediction: You need a new addiction.
Do you have an affliction with radio when you listen?
Itching for a fixin'?
A prescription, hope it does trick, son.
If it isn't please don't visit,
they'll shun you until your funds aren't insufficient
the intent of our mission, may have forgot to mention,
have your synapses fire and pulses quicken
the plot will thicken, like gravy made in the kitchen,
you were given one mouth to speak and two ears to listen
oh no, he didn't
It's amazing, these ladies tell me I'm crazy
but we dancing so close in nine months she'll be having my baby
If I waste anymore time, it's more time Ill be waiting
wasting time waiting when I could be out getting wasted
Call the butcher, we got a beef.
someone's talking all sorts of shit about me.
Call the doctor, Emergency!
Pay attention to me, I've got an ego to feed.
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Persuaded, A swinging watch puts me to sleep
in an attempt to breach my deepest memories, but
I've made it impossible to read, security blankets and armor on to
protect me from all the hatred and animosity.
Seems there's people who'd rather see me suffering.
Creative, more than most will be. Tree bleeding from the roots stems and seeds of jealousy.
Jaded, nothing's new or cool to me. It's either boring or lacking originality.
But they play it, ad nauseum monotony, dulling the art form by over saturating.
I've weighed it, options presented to me, seems what the world needs is some therapy.
As it faded, it sang a song to me. Worded so perfectly, enchanting melody
Debated, so good at arguing, not until we get what we want will we ever be happy.
So say it, what we're all thinking, if you have more dollars than sense will soon be someone else's money.
Interrogated, unnecessary questioning, your dramatic effects are no longer intimidating.
They've raided, stole my identity. Another version of me, initiate anarchy.
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If it's fixed don't break it.
Is that how you say it?
Demons repossessed my body, said I was late on a payment.
Thinking I'm delinquent, making a stink for no reason.
Scream all you want you blasphemous heathens,
man can be destroyed, but never is he beaten.
So run rabbit, run. The outside world isn't safe.
You shouldn't have shown your face.
Home you've made will soon be your grave.
Televisions are haunting, 'cause life is stressful and daunting
Glassy eyes, Electric Lungs, and a PC to keep the blood pumpin'
Isn't that something, words matched with melodic rhythm,
methodically written to try to free your mind from it's prison
but it won't listen to warnings I've given.
Face it, one line left to make a profound statement
look both ways or become a stain on the pavement.
Brain's degraded, pain isn't alleviated.
Arrangements made by an insane man,
lurking in your basement.
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Vertigopher
02:38
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underhead or overneath,
living your dream, you never need sleep
amputee rabbit; good luck charm
gave you a hand, you want the whole arm
What I expect is never what I've earned
promised me paradise, get a pit where I burn
I'll never learn. Waiting my turn to have my heart broken by her
take comfort knowing I'm going...
Do unto others as they've done unto you
white flag is blood red, cyanide blue.
Dig for deeper meaning, didn't find it
Load up your guns, become open-minded.
Is this payback for all the feelings I've hurt?
Caused trouble for her since I set foot on Earth
For what it's worth, sticks and stones can hurt way worse than words
eaten crow, humble pie, now where's my just desserts?
What I expect is never what I've earned,
promise me paradise, get a pit where I burn.
Shit could be worse compared to one more day here on Earth.
Take comfort knowing I'm going below the dirt.
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Medisinner
03:26
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I need a mood elevator
dream generator
hurry up, I can wait for it later
gold-leaf paper, dragon slayer
there's many ways for the princess to repay you.
Have friends for dinner, your friends are dinner
I'm not a doctor, but I am a Medisinner
Hairy chin, that evil grin
belongs to the diabolical mister.xen
stealing cars with crowbars, if that don't work we'll use hatchets
I made first place in a Little Miss America pageant
had the judges rigged up with small explosives gadgets
relay timers hooked up to a book of matches
Half the trick is selling the trick
I make my concrete in advance, so it will set up quick
You don't understand, I'm impatient, I hate
when I go to dump a body and I gotta wait
to drop him off the dock,
he'll sink like a rock.
His new home, encased in stone.
It might seem mean but I guarantee he ain't gonna talk.
Decaying matter, blood splatter,
the pressure's on like an overactive bladder.
Talk is cheap, words have power.
I picked you a bouquet of these carnivorous flowers.
Halloween, nightmares and dreams.
all brought on by various shades of green
man-eating trees, lemon lyme disease
we succeed when we feed off birds and bees near the stream
what I'm saying, is watch how I use it.
I take a word you commonly heard and verbally abuse it
I don't talk but I can certainly spell out how I feel with a pen, or 3 nails
existence is hell.
my mind is a cell.
through thought I interpret my conscience's yell for help
let it out, give it room to run
wash it down in a warm bloodbath
give it a warm glass of milk
give it time to relax
give it these to help it relax
oopsy daisy, I gave you the wrong ones
It'll be awhile before those wear off, son
be prepared as reality slowly escapes
while your mind is concocting these escapades
can you relate?
the rope is slipping away.
since mine left, I ain't never been quite the same.
I'm a fake, doppelganger, a phony, a fraud
been sent from the future, equipped with a bomb.
you
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Angel Lust
02:37
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Invisible hand contains three eyes.
Fingernails are skin petrified
Knuckle; bone & muscle hinge
Bleeding out from the wrist
The facts are weak compared to your strong opinions.
Why should we ask for permission if we can ask for forgiveness?
The need to believe in something that never was.
All the while seek relief from this case of angel lust.
Besides you're just..
A tortured piece of flesh.
gratifying every impulse
What a shame, burdened to live up to a name
and every time something goes wrong
it seems you're the one they blame.
You see, we need more proof to prove you were really there,
just a swab of your cheek or some strands of your hair.
Your story's so old, science has evolved and
someones gotta pay for all the trouble you've caused.
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Una Mas
01:56
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ONE MORE, thanks I need to shut off my brain if i hear
ONE MORE complaint I'll surely go insane. If just
ONE MORE person bothers me today, that'll be
ONE MORE person with their neck filleted
ONE MORE stone in the ground baring a quote and a name
ONE MORE grave I added to the landscape
ONE MORE thought, double check it, it's refreshing to take
ONE MORE look, it's better than second guessing
We are all infected in greed
ONE MORE thing, it's rewarding exploring don't you
WANT MORE repeatedly eating the same flavor is boring
ONE MORE story, It's best you do as I said or get
ONE MORE demon summoned and strapped to the bed
say what ONE MORE time mutha fucka I dare ya I'm not kidding
ONE MORE and partner make you faceless for lacking opinion
ONE MORE of today's little lessons, indiscretions
ONE MORE day to feel the passive fucking aggression.
Add that all up, Is that enough?
no, it's not, ever.
ONE MORE for the words I wrote are eroding, thoughts contorting
ONE MORE before I'm cavorting like a kid on Christmas morning
ONE MORE day of having weed and smoking sex with ya
ONE MORE day correct delaying my dyslexia
add that all up, is that enough?
We are all infected by greed.
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Stuck In My Headache
02:51
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Made a detour along the human race
To spite my nose, I'll cut off my face
A subtraction addict, who divides his times
between arrhythmias and B flat-lined, seized
Spilled milk on an open wound
half-wit staring at full moon
virtual symptoms to which I've succumbed
hypochondriac I have become
gets what it wants
I won't be fooled twice
but have heard the third time's a charm
before
Outsomnia leaving innerspace
write down my thoughts and rip up the page
a contraction added, both excess and wise
guilty eyes seen at the scene of a crime, freeze.
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The Roustabouts
02:44
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My thoughts more random than lottery numbers drawn,
drawing conclusions to things I've got no knowledge or opinion on
but it's all because, all I've known is music and drugs
or how to rob liquor stores without the use of guns.
To construct phrases that fit into spaces provided
to run my mouth off until I can't seem to find it
silenced only by sleep, guilty of blasphemy,
only by you, I don't believe in things I can't touch or see
We're not causing trouble, not yet so relax
We're like Joe Friday, cause all we want are the facts
We're just looking for the truth, no need to be bully
It's out there, we're hunting it down like Mulder and Scully
seek and ye shall find it.
( gPot )
Is there no integrity in this market for perception?
It's factual authenticity now a matter of perspective?
The first amendment, I defend it, but the price is high
Masteminds ignite thought crimes by perpetrating lies.
I can see that some believe completely in their own rhetoric
Don't we grieve when we perceive they have made our world hectic?
I maintain you must explain how you came to this conclusion.
Acid rain dissolves our brains as we search for the solution.
My pulse is racing,
my heartbeat's erratic
as unstable as an acid
when a base is added.
clinging on like static
soon find myself in a room that's padded
present a review,
presume I won't remember what happened
We're not causing trouble, not yet so relax
we're like Joe Friday, all we want are the facts
we're just looking for the truth, no need to be bully
it's out there, we're hunting it down like Mulder & Scully
like a stenographer, I hope you catch what we're saying
drilling it in your head, you'll be singing this chorus all day
now we're up to no good, just like Dennis the Menace
Starting riots as soon as the set gets finished.
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