1. |
Terms And Conditions
03:30
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If you don’t leave
I’m gonna cut it off
If you don’t move
I’m gonna call the guy with a gun
You’re gonna go to heaven
You’re gonna get all bleary eyed
Fulla holes in heaven
You won’t see your soul denied
If you don’t leave
It’s gonna get real bad
Heaven
I’m your black light
Open
Take your head off
Father
I’m your old man now
Older
Aged your head right off
Omen
I’m your dementia (pr. dee-men-cha-a-a)
Cut it
Cut your head right off
If you don’t leave
I’m gonna cut it off
Heaven
I’m your black light
Open
Take your head right off
Mother
I’m your patient now
Oven
A womb, a head, a cross
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2. |
I Want A Gun
03:20
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I’m night
I’m doubt
Inside
Your mouth
Hella
Heresy
In her
Eyes
I’ll never leave
I’m inside your mouth now
I’ll never learn
Only only only only
I’ll always cut
Cut behind your eyes so
I’ll never wash
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Leave the
Leave the cult now
Kill the
Burn the cult and leave it
Be you
Find what matters
Hold it
Clean your throat with words and water
I’ll wait in line
Waiting for the club night
You look Divine
Divine divine divine divine
I’ll never leave
Even after lights out
I’m with you now
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
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3. |
No Legacy
04:51
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Oh my
Oh my murderous God
Free from
A new next and last gen forming fraud
Fellow
Fellow heathen mod
Untold
A new next and last gen run off
Oh no
Oh my murderous god
Left with
A new next and last gen die off
Must be an engine
Must be the color, color of your god
Looks like a river
Looks like you never gave it some thought
You meant that you needed no meaning, and meaning you mean it so well
You move up inside of the ceiling, above us or not we can’t tell
You meant what you said at your wedding, till death do us part and then some
I wrote it behind my wrist - the back of my broken hand
While falling and losing our dreams was;
A falling apart at the seams,
The death of a vision descending,
I told her I'm just thirty three.
That death would reveal something better,
Hard won and it's real and then some,
I dragged it all through the night
On the back of my broken hand.
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4. |
Delete Yourself
05:51
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Breathe in a sauna
Bleed out the sun
Looks like your daughter
Looks like a nun
Suiter sent to slaughter
Suiter ate the sun
Suiter says he's taller
Suit her?
Sweet is the water
Sweeter the gun
Aimed and he shot her
Looked like a nun
A nun
A nun
You don’t want it
You don’t want it all
Delighted to leave
Before it comes
Torn Guernican eves
Her mind weighs a ton
Relieving the shadows
Repeating hews
Reliving the gallows
Invited to leave
Before she comes
Torn Guernican eves
Her mouth is a gun
Grew up in a ghetto
Repeating hews
Reliving the gallows
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5. |
Art Forum
03:32
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The reason
You leave all
The words out
The reason, we ain't never gonna grow
The reason
You call all
The art out
You got no where to be
God knows where
Got no where to go
If you swear
God knows where
Got no where too be
When they swear
With the evil gone
Gonna settle down
We ain’t ever gonna settle down
With the angels gone
Until you fall
No pulling back
No risk of seizure
Without pleasure
Utopia
Here and now
Won't be long
No Pulling back
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6. |
Cancellation Policy
04:15
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7. |
Dead Influencer
03:10
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They build dark matter computers
Replay the surgery through the night
Revised, retold and recounted
Signed, sealed, delivered
Sealed
Shown
You’ve been sealing
You’ve been sealing
A new vision
A new vision
Keeps from burning
Keeps from burning
Death to that fake ass cult leader
Death to the children wrought born from his brow
We'll build a brand new cathedral
Signed, sealed, delivered,
Sent down the river,
So done with having no meaning
Mother she needs lots of meds
Old flag hung out for your teething
Over share inside your head
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8. |
Everything Dysmorphia
03:30
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Rebound from fear
We Leave behind
The fakest fraud
The vacancy
Of their new god
Return a seer
We burn our eyes
To see for miles
A new story
A new crater
Revamp and steer
What it costs is what is sought for reupload, reupload
Your life ain’t a vacuum
Your views ain’t for free
You’re bees on the mantel
You ain’t you, if you ain’t free
Awoke in a new room
No water runs clean
There’s something behind you
You ain’t you, if you ain’t free
Devote
Say so
You feel it in your bones
You never caved into it
Slow
You feel it in your aging
Show
What you get is so sublime
So sublime
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9. |
Meth Of The Masses
05:26
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I know they won’t believe you
Your evidence is worth, worth a naught
God knows they can't believe it
Your eminence is just, just a
Forced research
Forced findings null from b to y and
Failed research
Shoot logic up and rise before the sun
We know they won't believe you
You know they bend, bend to gold
You know it’s just a filter
That eminence is just, just a fraud
Block research
Rebuild our old lie
Old finding,
Old finding, finding out
I need a new reason
I need a new fever, to feed on
I need a new schema
To eat and believe in
I hear her in the night
Our mother is afraid to die
And when she begs for air
I strike my nails into her chair
I hear her in the night
Our mother is afraid to die
And when she begs for a-a-air
We pull the roots up from her hair
Redeem and fold the blame
Renounce that color of your shame
The view from way up high
Is more about our lower lives
The risk of cancer spreads
We welcome it into our beds
My risk of speaking o-o-out
Is countered by my open mouth
And if you hear her call
Renounce your claim and bear it all
Poor judge from where you stand
Just the king of doom and damned
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10. |
Water Graphics
02:56
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Cinemartyr Brooklyn, New York
''This isn’t comparable to anything you’ve heard before''
- MBPG
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