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Withered rope you hang what's empty can't remain to put it simply
In time cry the hollow words to sing with false disguise
Smothered hope fly from sorrow for a new divine tomorrow
I just don't want to know anymore
Life shifts up and down everybody knows it's wrong
Why don't you care?
Life shifts up down wrong
Now do it seem fair?
Life shifts up down wrong
It's not in the rhyme or reason
So it goes with every season crawl to top fall through bottom
First hand love is really rotten
Slice of life find what's plenty inch towards a sanctuary
Light with me inside the womb
I know everyone everybody knows it's me
It's my voice, my voice cries out obscenity
Sightless eye regard my past sometimes it should
I just don't want to know anymore.
Life shifts up and down everybody knows it's wrong
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Sit in darkness understand what I am is what I am
Overshadowed by assertion makes me certain
Solemn ponder wander shake shaded with a doubt nightmare full of fear
Solvent raining from the sky backlog danger hypnotize glass blown eyes
Stain in drain on procreate fascinate me instigate care to here morbid
Desert ice cream eyes so deceiving fraternize carefully
Create vision fabricate smash to pieces watch and wait crash glass houses
Hasten grasp calculate foreign object phornicate smash glass houses
Misinterpret reprimand are you here myself demands
Mediocre are you hearing headspace clearing
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Lovers and legions
Oh I've seen your whore
Try not to reason
Forsaken I'm poor
Fire nerves and dissension flying at a glare
A ginger reaction whisper care
A hairpin decision falls against the brain
To formulate the anguish and alleviate the pain
The silence is warning
Soul search nothing
Can't regain reach for air
Lovers and legions
Oh I've seen your whore
Try not to reason
Forsaken I'm poor
Scenes of a cheap thrill summon an old ghost
The foremost and sterile suffering one lost to
Face the potential for fantasy and flair
Forever and forgiving summon
Me and dare they
Keep on the mainstream forging their demise while
Playing with the hopeless not facing their own lies
The symptoms of recourse I've seen nothing
Overspill
Far too frail
Lovers and legions
Oh I've seen your whore
Try not to reason
Forsaken I'm poor
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silence the deadly golden cry out don't stay behind
stay up internal breakdown bloodflow drip from the eyes
incest the inner reason fast life lay in decline
sank back in fresh arrival face split with life so why
remorse a heartless soul senseless no apparent self control
since then cold uncaring accusations run wild
accelerate the heartbeat or so seen with their eyes
twisting with truth or fact a kind of story that lies
motion sickness is screaming stab cut retard my mind
tiresome a sacred leader sensations more than die
fortune is worshiped highly one day to pray then die
melting in fiery sand quick sink in false so high
over erase replace cancel the way a trial
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Early one morning shattering life in the face
The finest creative loss of grace
Out of heartshot with no hope meet the people try to cope
Nod the head with distraction faces flirt for your reaction
With a grin over again start the day anothers whim
Nice to nightmare she's a sleeping beast
Lie the same dear anguish is your feast
Frighten the peaceful powerless thought in the head
With decree attorney singe my dread
In the darkness know it well siege of face love to tell
How and why its indecision notice change by shapeshifting
From the real sacred seal rip with sex intelligent sneer
Resist the useless aggravation kicked in teeth
The blankness created forms a wreath
Slap the coffin hear no shout feel the courage seeping out
Plunge the knife with no reason slash the name within season
Slump retreat run again ride the pain going insane
Very same morning shattering life in the face the finest creative
Loss of grace find the truth far to down bring it up sense will drown
Inside review sense elation can't regain the motivation
Piercing probing is disturbing drove to me I'm not worth knowing
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"You cannot hurt me, you fools! I am not one of you!"
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Withered rope you hang what's empty can't remain to put it simply
In time cry the hollow words to sing with false disguise
Smothered hope fly from sorrow for a new divine tomorrow
I just don't want to know anymore
Life shifts up and down everybody knows it's wrong
Why don't you care?
Life shifts up down wrong
Now do it seem fair?
Life shifts up down wrong
It's not in the rhyme or reason
So it goes with every season crawl to top fall through bottom
First hand love is really rotten
Slice of life find what's plenty inch towards a sanctuary
Light with me inside the womb
I know everyone everybody knows it's me
It's my voice, my voice cries out obscenity
Sightless eye regard my past sometimes it should
I just don't want to know anymore.
Life shifts up and down everybody knows it's wrong
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Sit in darkness understand what I am is what I am
Overshadowed by assertion makes me certain
Solemn ponder wander shake shaded with a doubt nightmare full of fear
Solvent raining from the sky backlog danger hypnotize glass blown eyes
Stain in drain on procreate fascinate me instigate care to here morbid
Desert ice cream eyes so deceiving fraternize carefully
Create vision fabricate smash to pieces watch and wait crash glass houses
Hasten grasp calculate foreign object phornicate smash glass houses
Misinterpret reprimand are you here myself demands
Mediocre are you hearing headspace clearing
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future shock incision
crystal methane in my brain
magnitude it's all the same
speak for something funny how we
let persist this silly game
motivate the inner ear
creeping getting crystal clear
fear is fun only son
question what is really real
Sun high, scarred up inside (?)
black clouds still tears drip dry
tell tale heats fly so high
notions the backwards lie
crystal methane in my brain
magnitude it's all the same
speak for something funny how we
let persist this silly game
motivate the inner ear
creeping getting crystal clear
fear is fun only son
question what is really real
I'm lying here a morbid sight
black clouds still tears drip dry
tell tale hearts fly so high
notion the backwards eye
crystal methane in my brain
magnitude it's all the same
speak for something funny how we
let persist this silly game
motivate the inner ear
creeping getting crystal clear
fear is fun only son
question what the fuck is real
black clouds drip so dry
I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY
dripping morter
shorted shorted out -burst
shorted shorted out
future shock incision
future shock incision
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Lovers and legions
Oh I've seen your whore
Try not to reason
Forsaken I'm poor
Fire nerves and dissension flying at a glare
A ginger reaction whisper care
A hairpin decision falls against the brain
To formulate the anguish and alleviate the pain
The silence is warning
Soul search nothing
Can't regain reach for air
Lovers and legions
Oh I've seen your whore
Try not to reason
Forsaken I'm poor
Scenes of a cheap thrill summon an old ghost
The foremost and sterile suffering one lost to
Face the potential for fantasy and flair
Forever and forgiving summon
Me and dare they
Keep on the mainstream forging their demise while
Playing with the hopeless not facing their own lies
The symptoms of recourse I've seen nothing
Overspill
Far too frail
Lovers and legions
Oh I've seen your whore
Try not to reason
Forsaken I'm poor
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"Welcome to my house.
I'm delighted you could come.
I'm certain you will find your stay here...
most illuminating.
Think of me as your unseen host,
and believe that, during your stay here,
I shall be with you in spirit.
May you find the that answer you seek.
It is here, I promise you.
And now, auf wiedersehen." - [sample from: Legend of Hell House]
passing ghosts here's the host
talk of nothing matters most
urban fracture whats the matter?
only i am lost
rip blade doomsday cut string
way they go away
die love
rip blade doomsday cut string
way they go away
die love
icebreaker
are words misused
enough those shameless views
icebreaker
shall sail right through
cold mirror
gives icy clues
icy clues
die love
die love
passing ghosts heres the host
talk of nothing matters most
urban fracture whats the matter?
only i am lost
notice shells ails the well
smell of hell dosed phantoms will
future answer does it matter?
deaths the only thrill
thrill
thrill
thrill
die love
die love
die love
icebreaker
are words misused
enough those shameless views
icebreaker
shall sail right through
cold mirror
gives icy clues
gives icy clues
icy clues
come here
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silence the deadly golden cry out don't stay behind
stay up internal breakdown bloodflow drip from the eyes
incest the inner reason fast life lay in decline
sank back in fresh arrival face split with life so why
remorse a heartless soul senseless no apparent self control
since then cold uncaring accusations run wild
accelerate the heartbeat or so seen with their eyes
twisting with truth or fact a kind of story that lies
motion sickness is screaming stab cut retard my mind
tiresome a sacred leader sensations more than die
fortune is worshiped highly one day to pray then die
melting in fiery sand quick sink in false so high
over erase replace cancel the way a trial
. . .
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Early one morning shattering life in the face
The finest creative loss of grace
Out of heartshot with no hope meet the people try to cope
Nod the head with distraction faces flirt for your reaction
With a grin over again start the day anothers whim
Nice to nightmare she's a sleeping beast
Lie the same dear anguish is your feast
Frighten the peaceful powerless thought in the head
With decree attorney singe my dread
In the darkness know it well siege of face love to tell
How and why its indecision notice change by shapeshifting
From the real sacred seal rip with sex intelligent sneer
Resist the useless aggravation kicked in teeth
The blankness created forms a wreath
Slap the coffin hear no shout feel the courage seeping out
Plunge the knife with no reason slash the name within season
Slump retreat run again ride the pain going insane
Very same morning shattering life in the face the finest creative
Loss of grace find the truth far to down bring it up sense will drown
Inside review sense elation can't regain the motivation
Piercing probing is disturbing drove to me I'm not worth knowing
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"You cannot hurt me, you fools! I am not one of you!"
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