1. |
Slaughterhouse
04:12
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Hammers and grease
And the eyes of god
Always watching
Always watching
If we could only fly away now
If we could only fly away
And live in different skins
Exist in different skins
And live in different skins
Remove all your skins
And walk in new light
And walk in cleaner light
And walk in new skin
In new light
And the eyes of God are forgiving now
So forgiving now
Blood had to be shed
In order to set things right
Hammers and grease
Haunted building
Haunted life
And all the blood
All the blood
And the fuckin sound, man
You never forget their eyes
Everyone’s head rings here
And there is no escape
No motherfucking exit
Hammers and grease
Pounding
And the sad eyes, goddamnit
And the screaming
There’s more screaming than you’d think
Everyone’s head rings here
You never forget their eyes
Hammers and grease
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2. |
Why
03:31
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Why do people have to live outside
In the brutal heat or when it’s below freezing
There are people that are made to live outside
Why
Why do people have to live outside
When there are buildings all around us
With heat on and no one inside
Why
Why do people have to live outside
In tents, under bridges
Living with nothing and horribly suffering
Why
Why do people have to live outside
We have the resources
We have the means
Why
Why do people have to live outside
I couldn’t survive out on the streets
Why
Why do people have to live outside
I couldn’t survive out on the streets
I’ve never had to push all of my shit around in a shopping cart have you
Have you ever had ring worm
Scabies?
Have you ever had to live outside
I don’t want to live outside
Why
Why do people have to live outside
Horror story
Real American horror story
And it’s a fuckin tragedy
Every day
Everyday, people have to live outside
Why
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3. |
Pamela
04:57
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Close my eyes and you’re still with me
In the trees with the locusts buzzing, but I
Never can keep my eyes closed long enough
And no amount of dreaming can bring you back, so
I can’t remember if I told you I loved you that morning
Out on the lake, you called for your mother and my
Heart broke into a million pieces
A kind of darkness you just never get used to
So, I stare at the lake
Biding my time
Waiting to die
Wonder if all this pain I carry is
Strong enough to lift your body from the water
And make you be alive again
I think stupid things like this all the time, but
I would gladly trade my life for yours
If only the water could bargain
If only they had been watching
I can’t turn back, only face forward, but
I would gladly trade my life for yours
If only the water could bargain
If only they had been watching
I can’t turn back, only face forward
Open my eyes now, task in front of me
And your voice is always calling, but I
Can’t control the rage inside of me
Spill their blood ‘til the world is done with me
I want you to know right now that I loved you
When you left it almost killed your mother, but
Something inside me propels me forward
A kind of rage you just never get used to
So, I stare at the lake
Biding my time
Waiting to die
And everything that I touch is dead
Everything that I wanted is gone
Nothing before me now but pain
Nothing before me but pain
And your voice
Your voice, of course
Someday I’ll reach you
In my dreams I can reach you
So, I stare at the lake
Biding my time
Waiting to die
Cutting the meat
Forest of meat
Spill their blood
Spilling their blood
And resurrect my son
Resurrect my son
Stare at the lake
Biding my time
Waiting to die
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4. |
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His skin is all fucked up but he cooked a nice batch
Everywhere in the walls new roach babies hatch
She says vein stuff freaks her out so I keep quiet
Everyone says they can’t handle vein stuff til they try it
God’s
Eyes
Taste
Lips
Red
Phos
Death
Cum
Falling from the cross, I am held up by strings
Can’t stop dancing
A wicked puppet
A wicked puppet
Tried to fuck me, called me a liar
So I shot him in the head, set the house on fire
God’s
Eyes
Taste
Lips
Red
Phos
Death
Cum
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5. |
Anywhere
05:47
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At first your hand was in mine
There, smiling and walking
Then the world split open
Think there was brain on my shoes
Stop it
So here’s where time stands still
For truly wretched souls
And now he’s gone from this place
All matter finds a black hole
It’s the sound of a fuckin gun
It’s the sound of your world collapsing
The world is so still now
Invaded by hands flailing
Forming trails before me
Suddenly broken by screaming
Stop it
Coming up from the earth
Standing up from the ground
Blood on my face, blood on my pants
Running like hell from the sound
Wait a minute
No
Stop it
The mirror holds a new face
A true wretched soul
And now he’s gone from this place
All matter finds a black hole
It’s the sound of a gun
It’s the sound of your world collapsing
This can’t be real life
If I could just push things back ten minutes
This wouldn’t have happened
I would never have come here
Stop it
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6. |
Tropical Beaches, Inc.
03:46
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Ocean is
Far away
A million miles
Far away
And my wife
And my kids
It’s just me
At the gym
Unknown concepts
And new strategies
Deeper cuts
Bloody sheets
Making money
Man on
TV
Haunt you
Haunt me
This is something that I cannot beat
And it for sure will destroy what energy I have left inside
Unknown concepts
And new strategies
Deeper cuts
Bloody sheets
Making Money
Man on
TV
Haunt you
Haunt me
And get the fuck up
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7. |
The Mask
02:57
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Open the fucking cash register before I kill everyone in here
No, don’t go to him, stay on the ground, I didn’t hit him that hard
And anyway I can hit a lot harder if you want to find out
Won’t matter to me none, do you want to see?
Line up the animals!
Sirloin Stockade
Open the safe in the back before more people die
It didn’t have to be this way and honestly if you listen to me
And follow instructions, this will all be over soon
And how about this? You won’t even hear it
Line up the animals!
Sirloin Stockade
It’s all broken faces in this nightmare
And jamming fingers
And goddamn dust in my eyes for the rest of my life
But, O
All the animals we’ve worked through
All the animals
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8. |
I Don't Care If I Burn
02:54
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You
I hope they curse your name
And you
I think about killing you every day
You may not remember me, but
Bet your last fucking dollar
I remember you
And you
I put they put a fucking curse on your name
And you
I will never let them forget your face
Cause, you may not see me now
But, motherfucker
I see you
So i’m coming now
Coming around back
Everyone’s asleep
(everyone’s asleep)
Just lookin for some peace
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9. |
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Normal night
Should be
Just trying to live a
Normal life
Ok?
It was the image that brought me back but
Listen, I don’t want your presence
Purple man
Smoking weed
In my bedroom
Don’t want you
Don’t need you
Don’t think I’d forget
You hurt me in a past life
You were strange once
At least stranger than you are now
Ok, it’s true
I wanna wear your flesh
When I look through my eyes
I wanna be
You
I’m a monster too
But
Somewhere I’m just
Driftin
Purple man
Get out of my room
New spoon
Stolen
Gleaming light
I think back to the time
Fondly
That one time
I felt sick but I zen’d out
And it boiled in no time
Felt good in no time
Felt good in no time
Asleep
Forgotten pleasures
No time
Purple man
Stop coming into my room
Stop looking at things that aren’t meant for
You
I’m twisted
And frail
Broken up
I’m purple
I’m the purple man, too
Grimace
Grimace
I’m trying to kill myself
If you don’t mind
That’s why I locked the door
I just need some privacy
If you don’t mind I’m gonna
Open the window now
And jump out
Face first
I know we’re not that high
But if I do it right
I can break my neck
I don’t wanna be alive
I don’t wanna be alive
Grimace
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