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Cyber-City Punk
01:00
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When you're feeling lonely and shit out of luck
When you're plugged in but don't give a fuck
Then you realize everything is junk
World Wide Web Cyber-City Punk
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2. |
The Changing Man
01:43
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I'm the awful truth
I'm the giant head
In the living room
Underneath your bed
I'm the changing man
I'm the hero here
Wearing patterned suits
Facing my own fear
In the madness I dwell
With the lies that I tell
In my madness vest
And my selfishness
Nothing is as it seems
American Scream
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Venom Road
02:26
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It drips
It drips... footsteps
Shades of green and purple mix
To form a poison crucifix
Once it seeps inside your vein
Dead body meets toxic brain
And I'm just getting too damn old
To listen to what I've been told
It drips... acid
Cyanide mixed with heroin
Can absolve you of your sin
A kinship with the divine
Can be added with strychnine
And as your blood starts to turn
You'll realize what I have sold
Not inner peace or solid gold
A one way trip down Venom Road
It drips... the scent
It drips... don't slip
It drips... fluid
It drips... your wish
Shades of green and purple mix
To form a poison crucifix
And I'm just getting too damn old
To listen to what I've been told
And as your blood starts to turn
You'll realize what I have sold
Not inner peace or solid gold
A one way trip down Venom Road
Unknown pleasures will unfold
On this goddamn Venom Road
It drips... descent
It drips
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Dagger
01:48
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You are the martyr of uncaring youth
Who talk about bullshit and act like it's truth
You are the father of new fashion trends
Take black and white photos and always pretends
They ask you for proof
They ask you for guidance
But how can you lead
Through unbending silence
You're not the martyr
You're not the father
You're just a bother
A lamb to the slaughter
Get stabbed by this ol' dagger
Have fake jet black hair to create impressions
Make all of your profits off others depressions
They bow to their knees and ask you what's next
Appropriate them, act like it makes sense
They ask you for peace
They ask you for violence
But how can you be
Current with defiance
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5. |
The Sovereign
02:08
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You
Will you know what to do
When the sovereign comes for you
Rethink your whole life through
When the sovereign comes for you
He'll split you up in two
When the sovereign comes for you
Will you know what to do
When the sovereign comes for you
And you can never win
Once his death reign begins
He'll wear your old soul thin
And kill your next of kin
When the outlook is grim
Chance of escape is thin
You'll catch his slight grin
As he rips you from within
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Reverse Autopsy
00:38
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I came to perform the reverse autopsy
Move aside and hand the body parts
Stitch and sew until it is a shape you know
Puff and blow until its habits start to grow
Demoralization is its way to be
Repeating mundane tasks can keep one happy
If the reasons worth giving your life away
Then why does boredom trigger your day to day
So you look at your life and want to restart
Misguided ordinaries will fall apart
But this is all exactly what I will need
To perform another reverse autopsy
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Paraben Paranoia
03:04
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Thoughts inside your head
Have all been mislead
Parabens in your scalp
Turn your mind inside out
As you wash your hair
Think you're taking care
You lose memory
Of true reality
Through use of shampoo
Government uses you
Brain cells gone when you're older
Onto your head and shoulder
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8. |
Hands of Death
02:13
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In the garden, there's no warden, to sodomize you
For truth you seek, cannot stay weak, don't know what to do
If you fluster, cannot muster, strength with which you flew
Death is on you, always on you, know that much is true
On the tower, drunk with power, you criticize man
War destruction, thought obstruction, you're much greater than
Story heroes, human zeros, trying to pretend
Life's a pleasure, one to treasure, no one really can
Shake these hands of death
Endless party, is just starting, admission if free
Only one catch, one soul to snatch, simple as can be
If you wonder, why you're under, this new surrounding
Molten pasture, red skinned master, your new destiny
Losing your skin, you cannot win, when you're down below
Piercing your flesh, demon fetish, flames can only grow
Finding your fear, he's always here, this you will soon know
Hands before you, that's when you knew, you're part of his show
Shake these hands of death
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