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Skinny Puppy
Skinny Puppy


Background information
Origin Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Genre(s) Dark Ambient
Industrial Rock
Electronica
Electro-industrial
Post-Industrial
Years active 1982—1995
Label(s) American Recordings
Nettwerk Records
Play It Again Sam
SPV GmbH
Associated acts Ministry
Front Line Assembly
Cyberaktif
ohGr
Download
Doubting Thomas
Plateau
The Tear Garden
Hilt
Website Website
Members
cEvin Key
Nivek Ogre
Mark Walk
Justin Bennett
Former members
Dwayne Goettel
Dave "Rave" Ogilvie
Wilhelm Schroeder
William Morrison



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Skinny Puppy Album


The Greater Wrong Of The Right (2004)
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Just looking for something
is what you said
keep looking at nothing
to go away
you take my picture
a portrait prize
behind my image
your father's eyes

just looking for something
NOW

it looks like something
from far away
inside the image grows and makes the shadow fade
behind the image posted on your wall
a crack is hiding fighting for it all

just looking for something
NOW

we've taken it somewhere
from far away
the voices echo
from yesterday
behind the crack behind the image on the wall
I see you curled up tightly hiding from it all

just looking for something
NOW

. . .


Hit me on the street while waiting to do nothing
Where within the space can anything feel certain
Look into the future make out the word speak
Send in the spies to watch them

Creepy are the people unable to do something
Sitting on an armchair fenced in their creation
Look up to be there
Anywhere is somewhere
Itchy past scratch the itch

Hit me in the streets hit me

Feel about a nation so precious is the freedom
Carousel the brass ring reach into a black mass
So its corroded always polluted
We all want some of it

Maybe all the people now left without no loving
Where within the strength gone better see it coming
Get off the fence trip
Rip up the garbage
Make it up to the earth bitch

Hit me in the streets hit me

Be a politician eroding all your freedoms
Down the rabbit hole cracks money markets fall
Through a looking glass time becomes too fast
All to benefit the rich
So keep eating from the apple edges from the center
Shaken to the core until it doesn't matter
No one to turn to no where to run to
Better the bomb to blow it

Hit me in the streets

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beat my head to wake up cause I feel as if I'm sleeping
past is in the heart and I am waiting for the rhythm

feed the holy jaws no saying pain is the answer
after all is gone the story leaves me feeling empty
and all alone it leaves me feeling empTe

breathe

we are all animals inside

breathe

free the spirit is alive to guide us
we're all alone and really feeling empty

we're all alone

when all revenge falls apart
taken a step back from the start

leaves me feeling empty (x11)

(we're all alone)

leaves me feeling empty (x4)

(we're all alone)

leaves me feeling empty (x3)

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New World Order (ahhh)
New World Order (ahhh)
New World Order (ahhh)
New World Order (ahhh)

pissing on a river on the way a long tomorrow
rancid waters picking up the remnants of a flower
in all of us exists the touch of deadly warming global
and trust we must distrust the owners of the new world order

what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing

feed upon the fingers chew the knuckle to the bone
dig inside the crack beside the pain that is a home
live a distant second skin whatever else that can
fed upon the remnants of a life that's never had

what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing
what of the hour of the whole look what you've been missing

New World Order (ahhh)

he took a living thing and made a copy of it an image put the finish on a life still being made the secret twist invading mists the desert once a forest can't see the forest for the death within the tree

inside the crack beside the pain that is a home

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give it up today average levitation mojo no magic
dedicated delusion give it all away oh yeah mother
theresa all of it for the good of everyone never
really ever really happens life is all distorted
reasons are purported what we share with everyone
nothing every little boy and girl is under everything
is wrapped up tight underneath the spell what is
discovered everything is wrapped up tight every little
thing that is discovered did it ever really happen

. . .


attached in awe what a whiplash hate filled culture of viruses born raised and infected with violent thought to set it off defend the wrong incite the thing to bring it down the panic of in a moments time bomb the artful dodge to fabricate a polarizing opposite political intention to keep it poor without a choice so full of fear a peoples voice carve a scar warm clotting of meat the maker of the hollow cost kept pockets picked of all moral law to face the truth were banished from a history of then is wrong defend the wrong incite the thing to bring it down

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is this pure reality
could we be led to believe
lemmings up against a sea
drowning in speculation

even told when waters older
more polluted never
drink the murky media
to plumb the depth of time

what of human frailty
visualize with clarity
past the sanitation
to childish flesh and bone

bleaching sticks and stoner ribs
pukes up gallows laughter
stage the mighty media
blessing this sanitation

what is this supposed to hold
freedoms crush disparaged souls
despot dug in yellowcake
and failed to certify it

crippled son to pass it on
a hatred fed on hatred
born deify defensive form
as if to never see that

what is real canned I feel
less important than today anyway is it worth the slaughter?
Sit and feel absolutely zero suffering
a condition worth denying

pasted carcass killing fields
body parts off dolls that bleed
who was once committed for
pulling wings off flying things

feeling bold to knot put over
twisted ever after
hissing faded left alone
to replicate the lie

what is real
asks the dream
some dim shift a rift within
funniest seems a distant damp ring
fitting end destitution ego death within
a condition dear dementia

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Are we alone?
Mission complete
To the unknown
This is a story
This is so sorry

(Hard as a stone)
Sunk in to deep
Run out of air
Lung full of heavy
It's feeling heavy

Room for one
Fossil to break
Labor of hate
Who are we fooling?
What are we doing?

(In it on time)
(Proof in the meat)
Time to consume
Doesn't concern me
Under a flag free

Are we all completely useless?
Are we? Are we?

End is unknown
Sick and alone
This is a dream
Meant as a nice thing
Meant as a nice thing

So pause at the end
Cause the effect
Shorten the pain
Time for reflection
On to regret them

Are we all completely useless?
Are we? Are we?

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dark this heavy past tension over talking

ever creepy creep me out quiet soft pitch scratchy throat
sore bubble 'cross the eye balls of token alibis
say digger dig me then throw it out in time to gain
all the picture water sport aim the game to get no shot
rich vine land party spot all them kids so fucked up
as if the problem looks alive with each virtual compromise
dead head auction auction muscle every thing that lives

dark this heavy past tension over talking

feeding egos radius dark this matter heavy past
tension over talking trash pubic public pimp the name divine
the only pissing game working on to undermine
only one to one two blind hooking up its wired set the bomb
depress the audience looker woofer hookah smoke
breathe in feed on spit it out inner vision inside dope
latest software antidote creepy creepy creep me out
quiet soft pitch scratchy throat 'cross the bubble 'cross the eye

dark this heavy past tension over talking

eye balls of token alibis
say digger dig me then throw it out in time to gain
all the picture water sport aim the game to get no shot
rich vine land party spot all them kids so fucked up

she dies and wonder if i could not see them
it dies - i know that i can make believe them
it dies - i wonder if i will still see them
it dies - i know i won't live much longer

someone spare me
please, someone spare me
somebody kill me

no time to break off
make no mistake!

dark this heavy past tension over talking

. . .


empire sews the seed of hate, we remove ourselves
passing flames inspires ugly traits, sanitize
creepy ills to keep the fear in line
is it wrong to let the liar lie
creepy ills to keep the fears in line
more acquired is disease the souls state

I am a god I am a faceless warrior
lost leaders wins the glorious, growing stocks of used up people
life is twisting all the words to shun life, worth less than corporate rape
empire takes control of fate, I am dying I am dying
is it wrong to call a spade a spade

popping pills will ease the daily pain
bombing peace back up into the stoned state

I am not living here
I have got much left to fear
in the place of safety I am
fortunate to be alive
with all these distant rich things around me
I am left to realize
its not the blood in me
it's not the hate
it's just the simple things that I relish
I am a god
I am a face less warrior
we remove ourselves
from the war looking from a distance, sanitized
wash your hands an feel it the dirt is down the drain.

woof woof, woof woof woof
enough

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