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Sinking
03:27
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the girl with the twisted eyes
has left me behind
and i rest in relief
as mine eyes in desperation
to catch her atenttion
go wander about
her father called me home that morning
not knowing it was not me
in that awful while
dont you know your head cant save you?
neither can your sense of style
she walks away sunk in her thoughts
bringing night to the clocks
wishing for a mist to cver
the view from the guilt corridor
in which i get often stranded
forget every evening full of wine
forget any thoughts once ours
please, dont close your heart
dont you know your head cant save you?
neither can your sense of style
she walks away sunk in her thoughts
bringing night to the clocks
they say she dug her own grave
the sun is black these days
they said i dug my own grave
well...
they might be right..
dont you know your head cant save you?
neither can your sense of style
she walks away sunk in her thoughts
bringing night to the clocks
she walks away sunk in her thoughts
bringing night to the clocks
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2. |
Cannon
02:52
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oh loving girl, lady emerald
i'm waiting for you at the park
make sure you bring all of your friends
make sure they're ready to play as well
oh loving girl, loving nymphet
im waiting for you
at the school gates
take you to the fair or a cheap hotel
dynamite's blown with those green eyes
win the battle with nonsense
dynamite's blown with those green eyes
win the bottle win nonsense
dont run away...
hide and seek, this time, the next
oh i cant wait to play
i dont know about the next time
im not sure there'll be a next
mother mother, mother, mother
meet my friend
he waits and lays under the bed
he's ready to fire
for he's a well known soldier...he's mine...
after you... , after you...
we stopped playing as the eyes became one with dynamite
say goodbye, laugh and say goodbye,
cry and say good...fuck and say goodbye
for im locked up
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3. |
Dead Crops
02:56
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dont play the fool, the rain's not coming
moves and moves and words which only the wind hears
you can paint your face
yes, you can run away but you cannot change what's meant without your feet on the street
they'll learn and find despair
and with such confidence they'll fall of the stairs and wait
the masses will sit and wait, perhaps light a candle or look at the skies with such hope
the crops are dead
the gods arent fed
and they're all just men
and all they got is a pen
and most times not even brains..
the insight's not near
the bells are here.
the crops are dead
the gods arent fed
and they're all just men
and all they got is a pen
and most times not even brains..
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The Horror
02:16
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marching in line with pictures of their mothers in hand
abruptly forgotten, war doesn't own any morals
they follow an only desire
but anyway, virility is not lost
a victim swimming in pulp
cries and screams
as his heart leaves him
they forget every cause lost
clapping as their eyes throw sparks,
cheating their minds
pass their filth to the boy on bended knee
a victim swimming in pulp
cries and screams
and runs away...and drowns...
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