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Can’t say it
Can’t say it
Just leave the bones
[Unintelligible drunk screaming]
It's coming home
But it won 't be easier
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Party In The Abattoir
00:40
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t’s bleeding through your shirt
It’s worming through your eyes
It dances on your tongue
Life is shame
The chasm’s four miles wide
And this is only just the start
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3. |
Prince Naseem Swing
01:12
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It’s a trap
Bite your tongue and swallow whole
Well I cannot see the back
Well I fell into your trap
‘Eat it up!'
And I gorge
And I’ll hold the grudge forever
Break into a song and I will never let it go
One more time it’s,
Cursed here inside
Condemned here to eat
Fall into sleep
No one’s coming
No one’s coming
Back to find you
Why not ride it down
Take one and pass it on
Stare it in the eyes
Don’t fuck it up
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The dog food that this hand is forcing down my throat
Tastes the same as the steak that was served
As a treat when I did my chores
And dutifully chopped off my arms
Praise the slot!
Flag down your god
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5. |
Car Park On A Mass Grave
00:47
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You’re coming home
When I see the wounds emptied of blood
I won’t look away
Dive into the fire
It awaits us
The lifeboats emptied
Take my hand and lets sink
It’s the same way back
Oh to be safe and pure
Breaking the cycle is never enough
Six feet down
You’ll be the same as me
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6. |
Gengenpress Homicide
00:35
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Go on man fuck it up
With your serrated tongue
This apology is a threat
You want it here it comes
You want the heart
I want the spleen
We’re not the same
He broke my fist with his face
It’s not my fault
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Calm down man, the blood rite’s done
Close your eyes embrace the sun
If I knew better I wouldn’t be out here
You had the skeleton to hang it all
Could’ve been anything you want
And this is what you chose.
Ghost all your friends
Thrash till you cry
Eat up the dregs
I wanna drive
Drink the blood
The time is now
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8. |
6ft Poppy On A 5ft Man
00:39
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The furies assure you you’re blameless
You shoulder so much
The furies told you you’re righteous
You’re much smarter
But you cannot stop the bleeding
It’s stripped of all meaning
You’re not a martyr
You’re a son
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9. |
One Of The Lads
00:51
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Doctor!
Don’t cure me
I am growing
Something new
Feet, eyes, pulsing through my skin
Feed it, warm pints from the tin
Perfect bitter rosy mutant boy
Shave his head and break his nose
Cut me off
Set him loose
God save the queen, drowned in the sea
Red, boiled, weeping till he dies
Scared of everything
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10. |
The Endless Glitch
02:14
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Fuck the food, some light will do
I will give all of my fingers to you
So you own their glory when they work and writhe
Grind and grind and grind and grind
My hands are your hands your thoughts are my thoughts
My hands are your hands your thoughts are my thoughts
So I’m surprised
By your shock that
You killed yourself
What do you want?
We all write ourselves into corners where we
Wait to die like hoarders
I’m in the walls
My shell is clean
I still want more
We all write ourselves into corners
Corners in which we must die
It’s a joke
Say my name
Take my spine
Please won’t you just take my spine
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