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1993 |
1. | Flowers Are Evil |
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3. | Satan On The Inside Looking In (H.T.L.) - Red Around The Eye |
4. | Satan On The Inside Looking In (H.T.L.) - The Calm Before The Storm |
5. | Satan On The Inside Looking In (H.T.L.) - The Return Of Wet Brain 2000 |
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7. | Needle In The Groove (No Damage Done) |
8. | Prepare To Die (Go! Go! Go!) |
9. | The Last Word |
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An open mind imagination knows no bounds
Think it out in cheap and twisted times
Double trouble, you're raisin' the flag again
Careful, give that cry
What matters now, is not who'll take the blame
Station to directionless is full of the game
Right now, oh where do we begin
When all roads lead to sin?
There's a neck wrenchin' like a space
At the cutting face
When you crawl so low that you can't get back
You take a gamble, you figure every angle
You've gotta top tip bop
You find yourself a tight fit
There's a neck wrenchin' like a space
At the cutting face
When you crawl so low that you've gotta get back
It's more techno splatter, wake a few fools
I'll go out tonight and maybe break a few rules
There's a neck wrenchin' like a space
Mayhem ninjas, guns and gore
I'll go out tonight and maybe score a bit more
A crabby Tuesday, I call it every blues
Techno splatter, wake a few fools
Can't get next to you
I just wanna hold you
Havin' it, havin' it...I'm not having it
No way
None of it
Not at all
There's a neck wrenchin' like a space
At the cutting face
When the light at the end of the tunnel
Is an oncoming train
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Satan On The Inside Looking In (H.T.L.) - Red Around The Eye |
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Satan On The Inside Looking In (H.T.L.) - The Calm Before The Storm |
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Satan On The Inside Looking In (H.T.L.) - The Return Of Wet Brain 2000 |
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An open mind imagination knows no bounds
Think it out in cheap and twisted times
Double trouble, you're raisin' the flag again
Careful, give that cry
What matters now, is not who'll take the blame
Station to directionless is full of the game
Right now, oh where do we begin
When all roads lead to sin?
There's a neck wrenchin' like a space
At the cutting face
When you crawl so low that you can't get back
You take a gamble, you figure every angle
You've gotta top tip bop
You find yourself a tight fit
There's a neck wrenchin' like a space
At the cutting face
When you crawl so low that you've gotta get back
It's more techno splatter, wake a few fools
I'll go out tonight and maybe break a few rules
There's a neck wrenchin' like a space
Mayhem ninjas, guns and gore
I'll go out tonight and maybe score a bit more
A crabby Tuesday, I call it every blues
Techno splatter, wake a few fools
Can't get next to you
I just wanna hold you
Havin' it, havin' it...I'm not having it
No way
None of it
Not at all
There's a neck wrenchin' like a space
At the cutting face
When the light at the end of the tunnel
Is an oncoming train
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Needle In The Groove (No Damage Done) |
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Prepare To Die (Go! Go! Go!) |
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