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Now You're Dead
01:38
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You waterlogged my couch - I set fire to your house
You gave me dirty looks - I shit on your comic books
You egged my car - Then I took it way too far
Now you're dead
(now you're dead)
Now you're dead
(you stupid fucker)
Now you're dead
(now you're fucking)
Now you're dead
(dead)
Chisel "Sister Fucker" on your epitaph
Molest your hottest cousin at your wake
Funny how this all got started for a laugh
But now I can't stop for Heaven's sake
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Idaho
02:17
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You see them Idaho smoke stacks? - They sure build them big
And boy they sure are tall
Took a climb one day - Just to see the sights
Before I knew it, I slammed on down to the pulsing Earth
Now I wasn't born yesterday - But I feel brand new
I have a few tricks to show you
It's an evening breeze - And I'm flying with the eagles
I try to leave, then I'm slapped on back to the smoke stack grove
Well that's too bad
The light had subsided as the kingdom fades away
Was tempted by malice - Forever stuck here to stay
So quiet now - Can't see a thing - Gonna feel those bells ring
It's all over - I remain unseen
Though I'm dead, you haven't heard the last of me
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A Fountain Named Consume
03:31
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Blurry vision amidst confusion - Whatever happened to depth?
Rorschach secret - Only a sudden appetite for the flesh
Such a heavy leg
It limps it's way to all the things that have already been found
When this weather breaks - The mist will part and we will be sanity bound
Even darker - Official burnout of the lightbulb overhead
Can't think, won't talk, but keep on moving - Away from all the undead
Such a numbing sound
That came out from the void's devouring of intricacy
It floods the atmosphere like a fountain - Forever future is seen
Consume
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Mangle Face
01:42
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We all like to party - He likes thought control
Why must we feel so bad his face is a cracked hole?
He needs a computer to tell him what's on his mind
Or whatever is left of what's in his head
The rest seeped out his false eye over time
We go to her party - Check your privilege at the door
Meanwhile, she sits on high and spills martini towards the floor
We should be so grateful for what she's given us to drink
Boy are you in luck, after we all fuck, comes another lecture about the cats and bees
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Bedwetter
04:01
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In concrete wilderness, a task is calling me
Just takes the willingness to set the bladder free
I search the streets to find this target of desire
Until it's found, I think my loins are gonna feel like they're on fire
Woe is me
A sharp incision of the liquid penetrates
Soaked into fibers of the place where dreams are made
A brilliant moisture for an object of interest
Adorn the cloth with reject fluid, laid upon where you must rest
It's on display
I travel far and wide to take what has been mine
I sail out to the edge, traverse the seas of time
I float the hemisphere to find what I must bathe
There is no stopping - In the end I will be pissing on your grave
Then fade away
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