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we caught a glimpse of an abandoned house
on the rough side of town
we brought a book of matches
and some plans to burn it down
walking through it's silence
feeling empty just because
they said "there's no such thing as love"
but we have evidence there was
i always took it to heart
oh how they tear us apart
we ended up just a headline
red and blue lights flood the scene
when they showed my burning graffiti
you couldn't turn away from the screen
sneaking to your window i can hear the glow
of your cheap black and white tv
will you open up tonight
i'm sure you know that it's me
standing in the silence
feeling empty from withdrawals
you said "there's no such thing as love"
but you have evidence there was
i'll take it to my grave
the way i felt today
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UNDERGROUND
04:32
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can't go home
nothing there
empty air
pile of dirt
you can't go wrong
when you live underground
when you live underground
when you live underground
you can't suck air
when you're nailed to a cross
you can try you can try
you can scream you can cry
and you're god
won't cut you down
he won't cut you down
he'll just hold your neck while i cut around
but your guts won't spoil
i can't trust you
adjust me adjust you
i can't trust you
adjust me adjust you
i can't trust you
adjust me adjust you
i can't trust you
can't go back
there's nothing left
but your final breath
i have nothing to lose
you can't get hurt
when you live underground
when you live underground
when you sniff with the hounds
you can't go wrong
when you're in love with a god
you can pray you can pray
he'll let you die everyday
but your god
won't cut you down
he won't cut you down
he won't cut you down
but the blood don't rust
(when you live underground)
(when you live underground)
i can't trust you
adjust me adjust you
i can't trust you
fuck me no fuck you
i can't trust you
adjust me adjust you
i can't trust you
can't trust
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∞
05:02
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i feel
suddenly alive
somewhere
off beneath the distant sky
past the point of not worth trying
could i watch electricity slow crawl
on it's knees up to me
surrounded free by infinity
i'll be
slinking through your mind
locked out
steadily in steep decline
half the heads round 55
millenia later i'm still alive
upload me download me
surrounded free by infinity
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4. |
BURN THEM
03:05
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sitting on a live wire
grab hold onto your soul
string them up by their pricks
and slice their fat bellies
they burned him
they scorched him
they washed him
in stale piss
now once a day
we all gather round to pray
now once a day
we all stop our lives to suffer
now once a day
we all gather round to pray
now once a day
we all stop our lives to pray
if we forget about the past
just forget about the future
what god is gonna fix it
what good has god ever been known to cause
lambs blood
charred flesh
white hot steel
charging faster and faster
now you're inside
penetrating pistons
dragging you down main street
blood screams through the fuel pump
blood
blood
blood
blood
they burned him
they scorched him
alive
they burned him
they scorched him
they washed him
in stale piss
there's blood on the ceiling
there's blood on the mattress
they broke into a home
and took somebody's child
and there's holes in the wall
and there's holes in hearts
in the room there was no silence
they walked out of the door that they bashed in
burn them
burn them
wash them
in their god's wrath
imbue them
with no sanity
hang them by their pricks
and cut out their tongues
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5. |
SLUG
04:20
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we’re not in the business of wasting time
i don’t waste yours so don’t waste mine
we cut you here to sign on the dotted line
your blood entrapping mine unveils to me a perfect purist’s shine
someone someone anyone come one come all and latch on
i’m open to the hunger
someone someone anyone
will someone let me out of here
i felt 19 long years in one hot day
collectivizing hell to pay unto the sandman
when he snatched the bag it slit my cracked hands
and spilled a poor man’s blood like rain over his feet
and not a mile down from his sidewalk house
families sleeping in a box make a sundown town
throw a bitch a fucking bone and let her dumb ass bark
families sleeping in a box they put a house in their yard
you let them lie to you and lie to you and lie to you and then?
you think he’s ever stood up for a man who can’t stand?
you think he’s heard the flat bell of a crisis alarm
and understood the silence brings another dead man harm
and not a quarter mile down from his sidewalk house
work your knuckles to the bone to have your home wiped out
throw a bum a brass nickel you can see his eyes close
you can see his eyes close you can see his eyes close
someone someone anyone come close to breathe
a feeling so tender
lash me and i can’t cry to scream to save my own skin
i’m open to the hunger
someone someone
anyone anyone
someone someone anyone come on come all to burn me
i’m dust over the embers
light me and i can’t breathe to cut the smoke to choke
it’s circling around me
and in the sidewalk house in the heat of a drought
he let his body fill with venom and his hair fall out
what do you make of a man who puts his family first
what do you make a man from aside from greed and dirt
i spent 24 years in one last day
believing that someone someday was gonna save us
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7. |
PERFECT
04:21
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there's a place i feel like going tonight
beneath the scenery
split through walls
of torn seams
to a pile of my lost teeth
to a pile where i can finally sleep
i have a pack of loose cigarettes
that i've always wanted to show you
a new leftover that i picked up on the run
another something that i took from someone
i've wanted to tell you for a while
but things aren't getting any better
i'm not getting any better at this
you're not perfect
you're not perfect
you are perfect
you're not perfect
you are perfect
you don't have to be perfect
you are perfect
perfect
perfect
perfect to me
you don't have to be perfect anymore
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8. |
MAGNESIUM ‘55
05:48
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the sky could open up
and take us in
the road is not beneath me
and the crowd is getting quiet
now i'm a new part of the fire
leaping onto bystanders
covered in gas and flaming magnesium
the sky might just open up
you pray you burn
you pray you burn
but your fear of rain
keeps the hissing fires black
(the sky could open up)
magnesium
magnesium
magnesium
magnesium
the sky could open up
rubber stains
the walls of concrete
i am swerving sharply
into my collapse
now i'm the screech of metal tearing
ripping holes in eardrums
covered in gasoline and flaming magnesium
the sky could open up
you pray you burn
you pray you burn
but there's no escape
from those velvet walls of black
magnesium
magnesium
magnesium
magnesium
organs spinning in the heat of exhaust
there's no cause for alarm
ladies and gentlemen ladies and gentlemen
the terror is real it is now within you
ladies and gentlemen ladies and gentlemen
pure adrenaline pure adrenaline
ladies and gentlemen ladies and gentlemen
the terror is real and it is now within you
the terror is real and it is now within you
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9. |
SYSTEM OVERLOAD
05:20
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