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Sinnamon Breeders
03:13
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Cinnamon is the taste we taste like spit in my face. Cinnamon for the win to win like crawling failure. Cinnamon is the lie we lie. In taste. In style. Cinnamon wanna taste your skin. It's calling to me
People telling me it's for the good of us all.
Breeders telling me what to do. Breeders lie to you.
Sin to sin I can take your hand and lead you onward. Sin to sin we are only men and men are bastards. See me win and we all begin to treat you nasty. See the lie that we all despise in broadening style
People telling me it's for the good of us all.
Breeders telling me what to do. Breeders lie to you. Breeders moving, dealing skin. Breeders you can't let them win
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Ceilings
03:17
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Ceilings
Cigarettes and no contraceptives. Commercial they make me hate it.
All in all the pixie size. Suckle. Self analyze. Too much. Yeah don’t make me feel it. On top of the tempting teasing. Entertaining notions of another night. I’d rather be free than. You can’t. Yeah you can’t be free and drag along the whole kitchen. Cycling they come. It’s cheap. Yeah the talk is cheap if it’s said in bed. Deja vu comes in a little closer.
You can be free.
Because you wanted to. Simple as that. Simple as that. Because you want to.
Robot face and the bedroom ceilings. Emotional. Coasting. Reeling. Come a long the fun’s began. Tasting. Formula. Sucking up in the conversation. The comfort of the forward motion. Patiently bow. Slowing me down. You bite my hands and I’ll paint your face. See the lights when you bruise my hips.
On and on you suck my tongue. Tasteless intention. Fast forward. Speed to the end. Routine is the fruitless win and Invitations of a blushing touch.
You can be free.
Because you wanted to. Simple as that. Simple as that. Because you want to.
Dimensions and their twisted sermons are making me burn bridges at widow light. To mention. Their mansions. Of salvation the inter prize of love it grows.
Looking at lights. I can See it all. See all life. Reactions of some. And it pails in
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Komm
02:59
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Legacy. The handgun. The one she slips right ‘round your tongue. Your hands are tied. Bedpost lies. The love you made is the love you cried. Come to me pulsing free. The hands ‘round your neck feel no sympathy. Too much to drink means a lot less to feel. My eyes go blank. Bring evil to me.
The skin it makes me feel the lies.
It’s the water of homme. Cum for me. Come alone.
German streets. So manny to see. Reeperbahn and the hookers ain’t free. Depression and a suicide. It’s no laughing matter. Cast your life aside.
Pulsing free. She’s teasing me out of my sixty euros. Roads are cold and decent streets. Abandoning my lay.
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ESLD
02:39
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Stumble alone. Live life’s pleasures. Lick the wound. Try to be. E. S. L. D.
Stepping it up. We’re stepping it up. We’re stepping it up. You never think twice. Lift your hands and my bad advice.
The good the bad. The art you make. You fill it up from space space. The beating heart. It moves the blood. Remove your hand. and taste the drug
Dip in the light.Touch the magic of the faun you like. Bend the rules. The Ecstasy. Sex. Love. Desiring you.
Boil the blood. Bite me sugar like you should. Lie to Me. The ecstasy. The sex. The love. Desire is written the meaning of the word
Intuition. As something of a different light bends you. Intermission. guides to fit and the Summoning wish. Intermittent. Sexually they say. As it’s said
Toil away
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Sans Teeth
02:37
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See the ultimate. Come to free me. See through the lines. Sympathy stepping through the eyes of the pupils
Stop saying. Can't feel it. Nothing. Ought to please her. Victim. The accident breeder. To want the magistrates leavings. Gay sons of Freedom. Flight of the robbery and nailed as he lay there. Drink it up my lovely dreamer.
See the ultimate. Come to free me. See through the lines. Sympathy stepping through the eyes of the pupils. Some surviving. Break the window. See through the lines. Sympathy stepping through the eyes of the pupils.
That's it. I'm gonna steal it. My hands. Succumb to your teeth. The Look of your succulent notes. Go where the moment told ya. Forfeit right now! Forming idols! Ease my conscience. Tash talk the negative ego. Negative ego. Naked as we go. Naked as we go.
I can hear it and your voice stops now. Come on in we’re all dead now. Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppy’s. I was the man seen sinking in.
Ever sings of the day? You never.
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Station 2 Station
02:46
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Station to station your ass is nailed to the cross. Your catholic school how much did it cost? Well the only way to see it is to open your eyes. Your chance is called down in the back of your sky's.
Inside me. Making me. Can't tell me. You'll never open up till you see it inside.
Station to station your ass was born on that cross. You'll never get down if you can't even scoff. You were only getting better when you thought you were dead. I know your maxed out but it's all in your head.
Station to station get the fuck off your cross. (You bleeding heart bastard you just wanna belong) If you only shut the fuck up you could listen a little. I'll tell you what you want if you answer this riddle.
Inside me. Making me. Can't tell me. You'll never open up till you see it inside.
Raw power. Seizing up. Can't make me. Give it up.
Watch what you say. Laugh in my face. Watch what you say. You wanna watch. You wanna watch. You wanna watch it.
Station to station stick that cross up your ass. You think you know better. You're just making me laugh. If wanna get your head out up from under your ass. You're doing what they want without being asked.
Station to station you can’t let go of that cross. Your government loves you so you'll never be lost. If you'd like to be a sheep the sheering pin is this way. I believe you know better you're just stuck in your ways.
Watch what you say. Laugh in my face. Watch what you say. You wanna watch. You wanna watch. You wanna watch it.
Laugh in my face. Watch what you say. Laugh in my face. You wanna laugh. You wanna laugh. You wanna laugh in.
Raw power. Seizing up. Can't make me. Give it up.
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Willsong
02:50
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All malaise. Need recess from the living. The balance can explain. Feeling chemical compounds drip from my brain.
From my
Minds eye to eye with the worlds.
Reality. Thinner than we think. Step to the way. Bed sheet. Stay. Challenging your sanity.
Walk away.
Beating. Heartbeat. Stumbling. Falling. Inside of your body. The bounty can reclaim. Fleeting chemical compounds melting my brain.
Look. There falls. Please. Present your body. Infection. Dazed. He loved your face and rage. Germinate.
Walk. Walk to the way. Can’t fight fate. Play. Play my song. Sing swan song. Say. Cursing hate. Can’t be late. Praise. Waste it all. Waste. It. All.
Is this everything?
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Seed
02:47
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Taste. Seed makes me worse.
Ten million voices cry. Random. Give up or die. Form. Like you were.
Lost. Sing. Sway. Delay.
Ten million voices cry. Random. Give up or die. Form like you were. See the way they run my way. Random give up or die. Form like you were
Gonna take me. Gonna break me. Rape me. Beat me down. Gonna take me. Make me. Simple enough to take my hand. Seemingly bite the wing of man. Separate me. Gonna slave me. Whip me. Beat me down on gates on paving. Be up the moving line. Chases the outer cry.
Red line.
Set upon. Breaking. Radiate from the balm.
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Chrysanthemum
10:05
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Waxy and nicotine stained. Dream peeling on the edges of exile. Do we feel? The eggshell wall seems thin. When the bright light burns outside us. Found the middle. Do what you will. See clear.
60,000 fell into the arms of the transports they leave in. Believe it.
The hair grows out my teeth. The long dark tangle is wet and thin. Scaring me. Is everything dingy and yellow? Chrysanthemums blooming in hospitals in your hell. Do what you will. See clear.
Rosemary’s kiss and tell.
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