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I wanna be king and I don't care how
there's a fuckload of problems and its all I think about
it doesn't matter if the stakes are high
cause I need to call the shots and give no reason why
and I don't care if its easy or not.
I wanna be king for a day
I can't imagine any other way
and here's my royal decree:
Everyone is free.
I; wanna-be, king.
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Other Side
02:57
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I'd run from the swampy shores through the valley of fucking drakes
in search of a sign from above that the sun still gives more than it takes
But what is this crestfallen state I'm in?
Its on me to climb so high to find a bell to ring;
absolve me of these sins.
Come on, grab my hand, we're gonna make it out of here
We can tell the story of how and why the old days died
There's no telling how much better it gets from here
I can see the other side.
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Faces (Etched in Time)
03:24
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I don't know much of anything
but I know I'm gonna die
none of us escape that fact
but that doesn't keep me on track.
Faces etched in time
Such fortunate happenstance-
being born with all four limbs,
a brain that works, but doesn't know anything.
Faces etched in time
door shut, music up, now pantomime.
Faces etched in time
shamefully lucky to have made it this far
yet I can't describe what the fuck we really are.
Faces etched in time.
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Spellbook
03:02
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I've ground my teeth to dust before
waiting around for the perfect open door
now I'm ready to fight. "telecaster sword".
Bone chips all around, what's happened?
A book of ancient, amazing philosophies
conjures me up a song of wicked, painless ease
A song of ponds and swaying trees.
I've ground my teeth to dust before
waiting around for the perfect open door
now I'm ready to fight. "telecaster sword".
Telecaster sword.
I'm cursed by heavy runes and wild moons
and I won't be getting back too soon.
*incantation repeats*
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Cenobite
02:58
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My skin has been stretched and pulled by chains
my mouth, the means by which to extract my brains
but I won't give up until
My corpse is dragged up the basement stairs
and ripped to shreds by the one who cares
but I won't give up until
When the cenobite comes
What the heck is wrong with me?
I've walked into a trap for the last time.
For the last time.
What the fuck is going on?
It feels as though I'm drowning and burning.
At the same time.
When the cenobite comes
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Graduation Doomsday
03:17
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What makes you think you're a real man?
That you'd ever understand what its like to be
broken down, counted out, for nothing tangible?
Nothing tangible.
Graduation doomsday
Sunday morning mass grave
And it's rich how you proceed to dictate morality
from that perch on high
clutching that holy book that you so revere,
"Tales from Someone's Ass".
A critical hit to the throat of a long-dead nation
Pathetic as fuck.
A satisfying blow to the worst pussies of creation
Pathetic as fuck.
Shut it down, live it out.
Shut it down and we can live it out.
Graduation doomsday
Sunday morning mass grave
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Wish
03:31
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Wave after wave of grief like hidden outrage
what's a guy to do when its obvious he's outplayed?
and a downpour is starting
it washes all away.
When I wished that you were dead
I'd close my eyes
I'd wish so hard
But it didn't work.
What's with this nostalgic wave?
I'm going brain-dead
or going back in time to
When I wished that you were dead
I'd close my eyes
I'd wish so hard
But it didn't work.
You're still alive.
So I take it back.
That wasn't me.
That wasn't.
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End Of
02:50
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If there's a death around every corner
what are people so god damn fucking scared about?
if there's a reason for every disorder
its inevitable, we're gonna die someday.
You're scared to know if that one tiny truth applies to you.
Today is here, tomorrow's coming to get you.
What else can we do?
Sing to pass the time.
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Maggots
02:25
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You won't see me on the street, but you'll know I'm around.
a callous breeze on your neck, to the spine on down.
while you retreat to the cave in which you somehow dwell.
with worthless words people pass by and pity the clown.
But its not all bad.
Maybe there's maggots who can find your body for food.
Maybe there's some shit-stained hobo who could use your shoes.
But its not all bad.
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Oxygen
03:17
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To make sense of the bullshit that I've seen
I wonder why we've ever been
and how we've earned this oxygen.
and I watched the beggar's dream come true
then I saw it all fall down
cause some need more than oxygen.
Where regular perceptions aren't enough.
Its not the same.
We're gonna take your guns
and boil them down to dust
cause words are weapon enough.
When they go low
we gotta fill in the dirt from above.
Where regular perceptions aren't enough.
Its not the same.
I wouldn't expect anything less
from above.
When they go low
we gotta fill in the dirt from above.
When they go low
we gotta burn this shit to the fucking ground.
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