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Dowagers Egg
02:57
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2. |
Skin Walker
02:47
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The clockwork
Sawing its way through
So filthy
Anchors in my hips
So filthy
I always knew that word
The one you drag out of me
I always knew that word
Clean me away
Like clockwork
Always in your mind
Searing lips
It's clockwork
Sawing its way through
I always knew
That word gives me away
I always knew that word
Anchored in my hips
So filthy
Filthy
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3. |
Low Orbit
03:45
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4. |
Downwind
02:43
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A disengaged lever and a pregnant pause
Left an open door to the sea
The flawless launch of a hopeless cause
Made thou holier than thee
Love that audience, love that smell
There must be something else we can sell
Halloween brats with their human rights
Dim as a string of christmas lights
Inhale, it's coming
Inhale, it's coming now
It's coming downwind
Testing the waters with a new device
The devil and the deep blue sea on ice
Weak distribution, rotted the cheese
Guess my attorney should have said please
Anastasia thought she had the answer
But she died of clove-induced lung cancer
Yeah, inhale
It's coming
It's coming downwind
It's coming...
It's coming downwind
Inhale
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5. |
Mother Tongue
03:10
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6. |
Heliopause
02:41
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7. |
Floater
03:33
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Oh, you did it all by yourself
You must be a genius
Therefore, I needn't bother
To learn this new convenience
Sing, sing a song
Not too weird, not too long
Don't be afraid to use machines
For the only purpose of their making
A million sounds, a billion sounds
Are out there waiting for the taking
Conceived or retrieved
I hope, I hope, I hope
They don't smoke all the dope
I'll pay the piper
When times are riper
But that smartass cop with the bad haircut
Should have been just a little bit nicer
Sing, sing a song
Pass a disk, pass the bong
Residing in the cutout bin
With all my little rivet-head friends now
If riding charts is what you intend
Try not to laugh when you get the fucking bends
Don't believe all the virtual reality hype
What America wants is a digital wipe
They can't put a man on the moon anymore
Took a year to design a fucking shuttle door
That's right. 'Space 1999' reruns, anyone?
That's right. You suck!
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8. |
Scatter
02:37
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You'll say you sleep without a bed
(I won't ever complain)
And bruises, progressive
Refusing the slightest hand
Sleeping on a bed of sausage
Picking scabs, I'll find a prize or two
And as the stomachs churn
And as the saints come marching
And as the pickers pick
I'll pick the pickers' pockets
Wake up in bleah sheets
(I see no trace for the sacrifices)
(I see there's nothing wrong with this world)
And as the lights come up
And as the saints come marching
I am a perfect martyr
(I've never been a martyr)
When the saints come crumbling down?
"When I was a little boy, my biggest joy was kissing girls"
"Now I am a big, big man, with big big plans to keep my seat"
"When I was a little girl, I'd dreamed that I'd eat royalty"
"I knew just what I'd live to be, I'd live to eat royalty"
"And I'll gobble gobble gobble it up!"
Replacing the hog
Reclaiming the hog
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9. |
Zygote
04:00
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10. |
Revisioned
02:44
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Why can't the facts be heard or seen?
Because the media hypes a fucking smokescreen
If the real issues at hand aren't on americas favorite talk show
No one gives a damn
Who planned the hit on nancy's leg? Next donohue
While creeps like duke and north make political moves
Or another homeless bum and we just driveby
"Get a fucking job" but we fail to realize
When the system is set up to oppress
You'll find it's hard to get up when you fail their test
And public education is a joke
The government spends more money supplying coke
It won't solve our problems, but let's all take a taste
Look what happened, honey's dead and I'm a waste
Yeah, the drug war is just a reason to shoot the poor
A year round killing season
I turn on the tv
I can't believe my eyes
Their hose keeps getting bigger
The ones they use on all the lies
To make 'em clean, easier to swallow
Nothing to say just a hat full of hollow
They pick on easy targets like music
But music is my weapon and I'm gonna use it
I'll bust a lyrical shot and peel a lyrical cap on the next motherfucker who tries to ban rap
Or industrial, punk
Any form of expression
Art is not a problem, it's simply a reflection
Society creates the world and the hate
Not some rhymes on a fucking tape
That's programmed to spread some info
Or to let you know where the fuck you can go
If you're a person who uses power to hurt or to silence
You see, I'm not violent
So I'm begging you to think and switch
Get with the program, too
Leave the ignorance and the hate behind yo
I go to the music store
If you're under 18 you can't buy hardcore
'Cause it's censorship in disguise
Hypocrites with picket signs I despise
They never know what's going on
Look at yourself before you analyze the song
Goddamn, they're living in lullabye land
"Give me back my hand"
But you can keep it if you wanna get violent
I refuse to fight like I refuse to be silent
'Cause destruction just brings destruction
And destruction could make your body and mind malfunction
So just look at yourself and be true at all cost
Head for the point that we've never crossed
A mark on the street where two hands meet
Is it another day or is it peace
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11. |
Unmoved
02:50
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Integrate paradise plague
Festered clutch cluster fuck
The reward is now taking flight
Inexplicable in nomine
It's so easy
The daily grind as it turns
The limb has lost its essential cell-in-drome
Irate over anything, anymore?
Irate over
It has taken a back seat
It has prompted it useless
And if it's time to move on, why do we all still belong to the movement, unmoved?
If I were to kill myself would you stop me
Tie my arms back or assist me
If it's worth taking the risk, I'll take my chances in the end to see
Clarified means
If it's worth it, I'll take the risk
Irate over anything, anymore?
Irate over
It has taken a back seat
It has prompted it useless
And if it's time to move on, why do we all still belong to the movement, unmoved?
And it is all so distorted
To see the thing that we started
We just take another pill to ease the guilt of our kill
Revealed, the movement "unmoved"
And it is all so distorted
To see the thing that we started
We just take another pill to ease the guilt of our kill
Revealed, the movement "unmoved"
Unmoved
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12. |
Cocked
03:40
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I'm the appropriated bastard son with a replicated ulterior intention
Shifting morals and fundamentals
Classified as a mad rabid pit bull
Angst and anger, guided motive
Urban life has made me corrupted
Apathetic and too complacent
Operating just near and adjacent
Cocked, loaded and ready
Suck in the fumes of the oil fire burning
Reminiscent of the oppressed and burdened
Sickened, tainted led astray
Suicidal to our dismay
Strides are taken to keep my head up
Notify me if changes develop
Automatic, autopilot, autonomous and still psychotic
Misoneists line up to take fire
Shoot the man before he gets much higher
Innovation guides my deeds
While negrophobes try to supersede
Limitations always occurring
I stay low but keep re-surging
Retaliation, retaliatory
Palpitating the same old story
Rarely are the events televised
Rarely do they recant the lies
Rarely do they recognize
The rarest undeniable killguy
Headed strong and fully collected
Viewed by some as misdirected
Regulations don't confine me
I still defy and build my army
Precautionary steps to protect my nation
But being watched are my machinations
Labeled, prejudged and misconceived
A downward spiral with no reprieve
Cocked, loaded and ready
Hear me
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13. |
Another Planet
03:46
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Dear dead dear friend
Hold my breath, steal my pulse, kill my pet
The cargo sank with the bloated vessel
And it never changed the water level
Feel no pain
Need no mercy
Reach into a moonlit sea
Breathe deep, babies - when you do
Another planet waits for you
Virgins round the maypole squirm
Budding fruits so ripe and firm
Rainbows from their wishing wells
Jazz babies on the carousels
Cold, sad beauty of a lonesome ghost is the atmosphere she loves the most
Sunny days that never end
The sandman is your only friend
Breathe deep, babies - when you do
Another planet waits for you
Angel web runs through your passage
Glacial garden savage
On the edge of a quiet place
A changeling straddles another's face
On the edge of a quite place
Breathe deep, babies - when you do
Another planet waits for you
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14. |
Saturation
02:49
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We're so very smart
We need you to know it
If we can make you feel self conscious
You won't notice that we're boring
Gifted with an intellect
A wink and a perfect smile,
Manipulate the starving outcast:
He's become our prophet
My days are long, but I make my way
We think hard, so we deserve the right to write and say:
Think, speak
And when I'm alone, I think of me
And when I'm alone, I dream of me
The laughs are grand, so long as the joke is on you
We've worked hard this year, polishing our I.Q.
Think, speak
I impress myself
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15. |
Clockseed
04:19
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I've got to hate something or someone
Maybe the next bitch I fuck
Won't try her game after game
I keep moving west and sex gets boring
Who planted this inside of me?
I watch a Farrakhan fuck the minds of the broken
But after the chase no love songs are found
I still watch Kennedy fucking Monroe
Who planted this inside me?
I see Jacqueline lick the dying wounds of the deadbeat generation
I hate the hippie fucks who've managed to spread more disease and start more wars
Now that they've come of age
You are the fish on the sand of my thoughts
Who planted this inside of me?
You are the fish on the sand of my thoughts
You are the fish on the sand of my blood
With you alone I can let my rage go
Let my rage go...
Who planted this inside of me?
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16. |
Terra Amata
05:33
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Ama terra
Ama terra
Ama na kaia
Ama na kaia
A-no, no, no
A-know, know, know
The flames sing
The wave sweeps but my eye misses nothing
Ama terra!
Ama terra!
But my eye misses nothing
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17. |
Tattoo Me
04:05
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Tattoo me, tattoo me
Make me a personality
Pierce me, pierce me
I must have pain with my poverty
Ooh, yeah - what you make me do, baby
Make me use a smaller vocabulary
You now you're a rebel - you can deal with that sting
But the world doesn't owe you a single fucking thing, baby
She's always day-dreamin' about chocolate and semen
With that cartoon on her ass, she doesn't need a reason
Tattoo me, tattoo me
I have no personality
Pierce me, pierce me
I must have pain with my poverty
You don't need fingerprints or a DNA track
With a technicolor target laid out on your back
Is she of age or is she a veg?
A girl in Doc Martens will never trim that hedge
Oh, vegan skin - are you getting thin?
Can you hear the meat scream from within
Tattoo me
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18. |
Ravages of Ease
02:42
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Take it apart
Always better than this
Small circles
Slowing into backwards feeling
Slipping towards
No uncommon meaning
Jealousy and release
Personal nothing
Personal nothing...
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19. |
Teapot
02:39
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20. |
Iron Clad
02:49
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When shadows are broken
My face could melt like this
Malted bile addiction
Flowing from my lips
And of the rose
My heart, my throne
I will not bear the day
I walk a maze
Spawn a savior dressed in filth
Filth and Naugahyde
I walk a maze
Iron clad in Naugahyde
When you had spoken
To taint my thrill of life, the knife, the knife
Then tap my infection
Venom sweet tonight
I walk a maze
Iron clad in Naugahyde
Iron clad, my Naugahyde
Worn fingers pointing
To my promise land
To give all of my flesh
To live
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21. |
Tenochtitlan II
02:02
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22. |
Blind Acceleration
02:53
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Garbage in - garbage out
Just sewn up this bastard's mouth
Time to go for a ride, boss
They spread their legs and the sea went pink
Time to have that final drink, man
The bottom littered with the wrecks of
Ghosts confused about their sex
Blind acceleration
Sign the check - take a spin
Speed is getting hungry again
Blind acceleration
Don't turn the wheel - don't turn the wheel
Wrong way - bad move
Penalty overdue
Blind acceleration
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23. |
Little Canoe
00:15
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There's a girl and a boy in a little canoe
With the moon shining all around
And they hump and they bump in the little canoe
Till they tip it upside down
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24. |
Annexation II
03:21
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Chemical halo, burning bright
In a sodium haze
All meaning is lost
But this confusion remains
I'm going to tear myself apart
If I can't get myself together
And spread my pieces
Around like waste
And give my gift of stormy weather
Every time I move
I feel like something's broken
Every time I laugh
I feel like maybe I'm choking
I know you'd laugh too
But it's not that funny anymore
I kissed the floor on my way down
A machine head burning
Out on the frozen ground
I just want to thank everyone of you
For all the things you don't do
For the stab in the back
For the kick in the face
For the pain in the neck
And all the shame
And disgrace for the spit in the eye
And all the things you say
And all the games you play
For the agony and parody
For the pain infliction
And the drug addiction
You give them so much strength
When you show you're weak
Please don't rattle your chains
It's better when you're meek
Here comes another bad trip
Another life of no sleep
Another storm in the dark
With the sky pouring down
Every creature will drown this time
There will be no Noah's Ark
See you in hell
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Disorder, disorder
The time snaps inside the memory
Twist the knife of slavery
Force the knowledge of many things, the reason gives
A silent hand me down, insanity
Whispers things I do not need
To panic stricken, no resolve
Will solve decay
Collapse the reason to survive
Inside the set of none too tight
Restrict, reset calamity
Eye the prize resist the claim to judge the one
Whose voice is louder than the screams of poverty
Disorder, disorder
Believe, hear, feel, think
Don't destroy the process against the crowd
The proud control the destiny
Of things to come
Tear away the media
Hypodermic cleanse the spirit
Distort the senses
Everything is sad faces
Looking from the dark
To survive in madness for the few
The one, the god
Retaliate the hate
Comes from us manipulate
The game they play break the pain
Bring faith to everything you touch
The feeling of disorder
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28. |
Core (Alternate Master)
03:10
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Liquid dementia pulled and influenced
Your position on the list
Through the black highway
Vegas
At the core
The passing days veiled underneath
Taught to replicate and breed
Cut the hand
At the core
Tore the casing from the wall
The laughing way
The curtain hid us all
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We're so very smart
We need you to know it
If we can make you feel self conscious
You won't notice that we're boring
Gifted with an intellect
A wink and a perfect smile,
Manipulate the starving outcast:
He's become our prophet
My days are long, but I make my way
We think hard, so we deserve the right to write and say:
Think, speak
And when I'm alone, I think of me
And when I'm alone, I dream of me
The laughs are grand, so long as the joke is on you
We've worked hard this year, polishing our I.Q.
Think, speak
I impress myself
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