1. |
1886
01:00
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Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
I’ll take this paper to this pen
And cause a fucking scene
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2. |
Grip
01:34
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Your face is nothing compared to my hands
I’ll rip your fucking jaw off
Right where you stand
And as your tongue hangs out the front of your head
I know you’re wishing you could take back
What the fuck you said
Talk that shit now that your face is a hole
I’ll reach my fucking hand down your throat
And pull out your soul
Bring the fire
Nobody’s fucking left
You can’t fucking kill me
I’m already dead
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3. |
Liquid Brain
02:26
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I attempt
To separate my frame from my head
I need to stop or I’ll wind up fucking dead
Never able to piece back together again
Falling apart
All my eyes see is fucking red
All my eyes see is red
Fucking red
Fuck it
I fucking tried
‘Give up’
I’d rather die
Twisted and amplifying feelings of dread
Make my fucking brain leak out the side of my head
I’ll disintegrate your skull if you look at me again
Violent delights have violent ends
Fuck it
I fucking tried
‘Give up’
I’d rather die
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Destroyer
Everything in my path
I can build I can build I can build
But it never lasts
I am the destroyer
Rage overrides my intellectual thought
I’ll reduce it all to one burning spot
I will destroy it
I will destroy it all
Crumbling is all I know
Every step I take is a death blow
Destroyer
Everything in my path
I can build I can build I can build
But it never lasts
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5. |
Embark
02:02
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Are you coming with me
Or should I leave you behind
Think fucking quickly
There’s no fucking time
Rack that brain
Or this will be the day you die
If you stay here you’re fucking done
They already took my wife and son
Pack your shit
Let’s fucking run
You’re fucking lucky I brought my gun
Don’t stop until we can’t see the sun
Through my eyes enter my being
Then maybe you’ll see things clearly
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6. |
L7
00:52
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Let's fuckin go
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7. |
Grey Eyes
01:40
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What the fuck
Another shit day again
Alone without my friends
And I can feel in my head
I know I’m close to the end
That means the reaper’s close
I can feel him eating my brain
I feel like I’m three bites away from completely insane
And now I got grey eyes but they used to be blue
The only thing on my mind is that memory of you
Will I ever be able to control these thoughts
Inside this motherfucking worthless head
How the fuck can I have a death grip
On something that I know for certain no longer exists
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