1. |
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I've got three faces
and I hang with dogs
Bright yellow laces
Hanging upside down
Dark funeral pyre
Burn down like liars
Heat like a thousand
Or maybe more
I wanna be a
Wanna be a
I wanna be a
Wanna be something else
Oh, I'm so tired
Black circles boundless
Ringing in my ears
Nothing but sounds of
Harsh grinding gears
Wash time repeating
It won't stop beating
Stretching and tearing
Feels just like home
I wanna be a
Wanna be a
I wanna be a
Wanna be something else
Oh, I'm so tired
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2. |
Laughing
06:49
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Blood boils
Heat of pavement
Face pressed
Like soiled servant
Centerfold
Broken and cold
Hands mold
Some unspoken fault
I'm not laughing
Not that way
I ain't laughing
I said I'm fine
Funny boys
Treat like toys
Anyone who seems
To give a shit
They said
To be a man
I'd have to give up
Go by their plan
I'm not laughing
Not that way
I ain't laughing
I said I'm fine
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3. |
On the Floor
06:46
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4. |
Fiberglass Insulation
02:58
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Splitting
Slicing
Coiled on
The floor
Ripping
Tearing
Pulling me to
My knees
Fleeting
Eating
From inside
My gut
Filling
Spilling
Trying to
Hold it in
Silly little man
Silly little man
Silly little man
Silly little man
Sitting
Thinking
I can't
Get it out
Knocking
Pounding
Pressing on
My skull
Seething
Breathing
All down
My neck
Killing
Feeling
Can't take
This heat
Silly little man
Silly little man
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5. |
Bell
02:50
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Long hair draping down
He's a prince, he wants to frown
Ain't never laid a hand on no one
I can't help myself
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
He thinks he gets just what he wants
He says he will until he won't
Let it dribble down my chin
I can't help myself
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
I ain't
Got no
Fucking
Sympathy
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6. |
Stretch It Thin
06:27
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7. |
Skin
03:54
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I don't want this body
Take a saw blade to my skin
Rip from flesh my folly
Love how it feels when I slip it in
I've got no feet
On which to stand
Take the old man's plan
Give it a little heat
I can't have this body
Don't wanna wear my skin
Rip from flesh my folly
Love how it feels when I slip it in
Tear down myself
From limb to limb
Eyes go dim
When I drown myself
You've got so much
Expectations
You've got so much
Expectations
I said
I'm fine
Myself
and me
Oh, you've got so much
Expectations
You've got so much
Expectations
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8. |
Control
05:31
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Malice
Of my heart
Speaks truth to me
Speaks truth
Anger
Consumes my soul
Speaks truth to me
Speaks truth
Greed
Of which I am product
Speaks truth to me
Speaks truth
Violence
Running red through my veins
Speaks truth to me
Speaks truth
Control
Control
Control
Control
Control
Control
Control
Control
So tired
Of sucking on your
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
So tired
Of sucking on your
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
So tired
Of sucking on your
Da-da-da-da-da-
Control
Control
Control
Control
Control
Control
Control
Control
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9. |
Two Men Fucking
09:53
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