1. |
Me In Particular
03:46
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ME IN PARTICULAR
We resume our pose after chaos hits
Snuff the terror down til the smile fits
Through the motions - move - til the body quits
When the collar shocks you perform the trick
When the whip is cracked you begin to lick
Bare your ugly bits while the cameras click
(chorus)
Maybe we're just a stain upon the Earth
Microbes in the fester of our birth
A genuine display
Of fruition and decay-ay-ay
Give you all the things that your lust commands
Every ounce of flesh coiled in your hand
Still - it's not enough - you misunderstand
It's so fun to kill when the victim screams
There's no consequence - cos it's just a dream
The apocalypse is owned by our team
(chorus)
(refrain)
The universe has got the spins
Over several garbage bins
It's a game none can win
The only way out is within
You're such a fool - you
Have been thinking you're so special
You're just the product of a nut shell
Busted on a dark and stormy night
Then there was light
You could be anyone
(refrain)
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2. |
Trophy Hunter
04:40
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TROPHY HUNTER
Your simple dead pout
You owe a debt to all humanity
Simper - babble 'bout: "just stuff"
Making a show of your inanity
(chorus)
My migraine - I'm gonna chain you to the sun
The main frame is every mouth full of a gun
(x2)
We're such a clusterfuck
Press our frustrations on each other
Then can't comprehend the bad vibes
And run off crying to our momma
(chorus)
You sure do love yourself
The same look in every picture
A bloated - howling face
A common-senseless contradictor
When your dirty work is done
You strut in grand display
When your mischief has been managed
You re:deform the clay
The Will"s a pawn
You shit upon our daily bread
Dread-spitter
Go-getter
Fuckwit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bloviate the headache
Away with diatribe
Hopelessness and heartache
Our morsels to imbibe
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3. |
Good Job of Work
05:04
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GOOD JOB OF WORK
Such lovely flesh to
Hang a tag on
You're hired
We'll harness your po-
-tential and sell
Your seed
Word to wise big guns
Cauterize
Desire
You can't just quit this
Minimum wage
If you want what you neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed
. . . * . . .
You got big ideas
Turn in your badge
You're fired!
Crawl in the muck and
Eat rotten things
Disease!
Go fuck a hole in a tree
If you aim to please
This pyre
Gravity was made
To crush the meek
Trembling down to their knees
You're a baby
You're a big 'ol bitch!
You've gone crooked
Trying to scratch the itch
You can stomach it
Til it's pay day
Smiling servants
Playing coy to please the perverts!
(x2)
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4. |
Shit For Brains
03:01
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SHIT FOR BRAINS
Beautiful pieces of shit line museum walls
The casual fake nutrition apathy enthralls
(chorus?)
What is an honest living?
What is a shit worth giving?
The stuntmen have crash landed
On the ambulance
Hood-winkers fuck each other with their phantom-limbs
The makers of the stakes obey conscienceless whims
(chorus??)
Take the good pill
Blur your eyes
You will
You will
Comply
Comply
(x2)
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5. |
Fetch
05:08
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FETCH
Stone worn
Skin thin
You're the flames
For dancing in
Ancient
Raging grin
Hearts throb
To unbegin
Do you remember how the Conqueror
Made puppets of the slain?
Parading through the carnage
To pander to disdain
I'll wrap my fist around your tongue
I'll lick your lungs with gasping love
This putrid - mangled body
Is your playground of decay
(prechorus)
We're sick with fake magic
Your lips stick spears of dread
We feed lucrative tragedy
Already dead!
(chorus)
All that's mine is a symbol of things
Walk tangled lines of strung-up insect stings
Gnawing at the flesh
Til the mind and body mesh
An awkward poke to check
If your desires are still fresh
I'll stick my foot into my mouth
To keep this shit from going south
Our lidless eyes surveying
Our bodies playing fetch
(prechorus&chorus)
Choke me by the collar
I'm the pinch of your dollar
In the mortal throes
Of a world getting smaller
(x2)
We're battle scars
On factory floors
Of distant shores
Of dead-end bars
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa/HO/HO/waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Ugh!
Ugh!!
Ugh!!!
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