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Faces
03:10
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Darkness our faces hit
like two lonely submarines
static was blinding as the water kissed our feet
Weak hands weak knees
Woke them up again
Mathematical equations were lines and dividends
Various Oh's
Savage seaweed bound our feet and tied us to the ground
Asphyxiation shook its head and left without a sound
Various Oh's
Don't shoot me down, I'm dead I swear.
I can't see too clear.
Don't shoot me down, I'm dead I swear.
I can't see too clear.
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2. |
His Organs, His Organs
03:13
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Amateur wants you back
We the pros have a laugh
A smile now, cracks to a frown
Strings so taught, we cut them down
Sensation, sensation it comes and goes
His organs, his organs, they pump and flow
Sensation, sensation it comes and goes
Words muddled and dirty, he bent so low
Run and hide, that's our advice
She's too young, yeah I know, you lived her life
Pantomime across the stage
Turn your head and laugh in rage
Sensation, sensation it comes and goes
His organs, his organs, they pump and flow
Sensation, sensation it comes and goes
Words muddled and dirty, he bent so low
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3. |
1996
04:54
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Conversation was in decline
Riddled by howls and finger sings
We're creatures with feelings
We cry and we bleed, alright?
The talk was a long one
You push your rings out of sight
Confrontation is well deserved
They dropped vowels in an ancient church
We're creatures with feelings
We cry and we bleed, alright?
The talk was a long one
You push your rings out of sight
I shook the night and let it fall
I let it fall, I shook the night
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4. |
State of the Art
03:51
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He was spiteful and a bit of a mess
Preplanned karaoke and wine fell over his breath
One is not a number while you're counting by two's and three's
So get up and get out and work on your division please
State of the art steel that will break your bones
and mold back
Center of earth heat and catacombs will warm you
She was helpless and in distress
Nondescript motions and hints hid in her dress
Poems about chivalry and things men love to forget
Forgot the rhyme scheme and hit the best meter yet
State of the art steel that will break your bones
and mold back
Center of earth heat and catacombs will warm you
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5. |
Hollow
03:02
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Tin can, tin can, ouch
You over did yourself
You're a piece of flac
With a smile, on your side
Sing out, sing out loud
The frequencies emanate
From your gut
In a chorus so hollow
Oh my god, this is real, I...
He fell down, now it's time to go
Stay back, stay back, now
Aluminum in your mouth
And your teeth
Congregate like a mob
Sing out, sing out loud
The frequencies emanate
From your gut
In a chorus so hollow
Oh my god, this is real, I...
He fell down, now it's time to go
Tin can, tin can, ouch
You over did yourself
You're a piece of flac
With a smile, on your side
Sing out, sing out loud
The frequencies emanate
From your gut
In a chorus so hollow
Oh my god, this is real, I...
He fell down, now it's time to go
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News of the Fire Los Angeles, California
We have sweat. Jars full of sweat after every show we play. Dont believe us? Give us a crowd of 10, or a sea of 500+ people and you’ll see that the videos and reviews don’t lie; we pour our souls into each performance. These vast efforts are repaid by the audience with growing fanatical support, both online and at our shows. We move the masses with sweat wherever we play. ... more
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