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Disease
02:10
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No red flag, no guiding light
Isolation sells your sight to the sun
A broken mirror, a little like hidsight
So turn your back against your golden dawn
Everything fades when there's nothing left to burn
You step in line and politely wait your turn
Into the furnace face first
The gift of rebirth
Only to take it all away
Dream awake for days, remember nothing of your sleep
Trapped in a razor wire world you wish you could leave
Thieving goblins sell nothing from under their sleeve
You sell yourself, man, you sell yourself to disease
Fucking cancer, this picnic is canceled
Cup half empty, hour glass half full
Necromancer, this picnic is canceled
Cup half empty, hour glass half full
Only to take it all away.
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Dethbed
03:11
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Its the cake on your birthday
Flowers at your wedding
Friendly shells, poorly aimed
Flowers on your grave
Its the hell we never believed
Could build these ugly fucking cities
Strange nostalgia will slowly kill ya
Or drive you insane
So, so long sweet harmony
Hello sweet heart attack
The blood clots politely call you by your name
So come, lay in my death bed
Shake my death rattle
Enjoy the spoils of my battle
Fashionably late to my funeral
They had to heard you there like cattle
You dig deep you dive
But dig too deep you die
Under the inherent lie
Another day at the pond
Pretending its a sea on which to sail away
Drinking from a Psychotropic cup
Who must I be today?
While we're all trying to sleep
Under one wet blanket, barely able to breathe
Fucked to death and doused in flames
The forest retreats
So, so long sweet sanity
This inherent hate ain't so easy to aim
Oh, while the cancer calls you home like lemonade.
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The things we did, man
Just to pay the rent
We sold ourselves, man
We sold our fucking friends
No bed to wake up on, the wrong side of
They got their arms wide, I got my arms tied
Hornets in the beehive
They will never be satisfied
They've got honey dripping from their eyes like cyanide
Their perfect swarm, will crush us all
The things we did, man
Just to pay the rent
We sold ourselves, man
We sold our fucking friends
Smile for the camera, all hope abandoned
Suffocating in your sad safety net
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Ghost Slave
02:39
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Its a long dusk...
The sun sets in the west
My ghost slaves pave new ways for me to undress, defile, detest
But here in my new clothes
Of flesh pulled over bone
Meditation and water are wedded forever
And I'm dry...
The first thing that one must do
Upon arrival to some place new
Search under every stone
For new flesh blooming on old bones
Because I am my human shield
Navigating my own mine field
I am white phosphor, I am searing skin
I am my own mother fucking puppet government
I am the sweating hand
Of the shaking finger that sits on the button
As blood beats in it's cage full of cancer
And the bone tree is blooming once again
So as you make your way through the webs of the spiders you think you miss
Licking on wounds you wish that did but never did exist
In your warm bath water as the world burns around you
You can choose but one of two
Salve paved roads that come rise to meet you... then bend.
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They're all sick and depraved
The other side of the glass
Better deadbolt your gates
And sound the alarm
I've done nothing wrong
Yet I shake in my shoes
Its the same fucking song
Same fucking fools
Is the symbol thats on your sleeve
The same thats on your skin?
Is the power you swim in
The same that you sleep in?
Your uniform lies
And reasonable force
Have clouded your eyes
And blackened your thoughts
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The Silent Eraser
03:49
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The mind burns brighter than
The glazed eyes of water gazers
The dark horse you're riding on
Plays the part of the silent eraser
Your burning mind, your great escape
Your tired eyes, your red tide
Caught in a landslide, lose sight of your sunshine
An afterbirth of your quiet earth
Backwards, running through forests full of flies
Maggots make fine meals of your eyes
Blinded by rotting regrets at sunrise
Sail to your oblivious brightsides
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Funeral Attendance Low
02:18
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You sit and hide away where no one else can see you
Wile away those days and lonely nights
This house you've built has become your own mausoleum
One cup of tea, no company
You always blamed it on the others
Instead of looking inside yourself
You're the only one who's going to suffer
When the world moves on
Just how long do you spend staring at that empty space
Remembering that smile upon your face?
Now all thats left there is a faded stain
Of a second cup and a knot in your brain
What do you think they're gonna say
As they stand around your grave?
Funeral attendance low
If anyone comes at all
Funeral attendance low.
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Homesick Cities
01:46
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Covered in shit, climbing to where the grass is greener
Come to think of it I don't know where we are
Trying to pull apart this gut machinery
Back to the basement where
I don't want my razor, you don't want your scars
How can you know your neighbor when you don't know what you are?
Wrapped in anxiety, a gift for green eyes
Vomit from a flat screen, an easy pleaser
Homesick cities, sucking on bad dreams
Confusion is a course filter, sorrow a breeder
I don't want my razors, you don't want your scars
How can you know your neighbor when you don't know who you are?
Because I'm still wearing your make-up, still hearing your sad songs
Why would you go and give up what you wanted all along?
I don't want my razors, you don't want your scars
How can you know your neighbor when you don't know who you are?
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Flash Flood
03:00
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No one is riding shotgun
You take this long road on your own
In the back seat of this saddest steed
Tomorrow comes faster than sleep
And your blue blood
Will be your flash flood
Your homeless heart, always
Torn apart, to navigate
Your blue blood
Will be your flash flood
Cemeteries of cement
Plastic funeral parades
Scream from beyond the interstate
As oxygen gives way to carbon monoxide
A pseudoephedrine breakfast, barely alive
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10. |
Gutter Love
03:00
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Slow poison, suicide nights
Bodies lie upon rusty knives
That cut into the sky above us
Oh, we're gutter lovers
In this piss stink darkness
With backs against the wall
Finally something to lean on
Shiny things live in the beaks of birds
Tin-can songs mistaken for pretty words
Oh honey, there's no way we can fuck away this pain
When all we've got is time
To strive for a quiet mind,
Stride into the quiet
Lucifer, let me in
Out of this longest, coldest night of cruel extinction.
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NOWHERE Berlin, Germany
Nowhere is a three piece punk-rock band that sings songs about disease, the politics of international migration and bad, 90s sci-fi.
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