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Feed the Machine
03:28
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Feed the Machine
Cease the fear of the stats
Gut-feel the blessing of their gravity
Breed to bake in yourself
Don't crawl deeper down the rabbit hole
Ref.: Hey, you've got to feed the machine
Oh, before it's eating you
Release the fear of the needle
Provide for your pimps
Tease to vindicate the rape
Go blind to overlook the homicide
No cause to justify the means
Just bleed, I see you on the otherside
Ref.
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Static Matter
04:09
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Static Matter
Anesthetics - Fucking paid
You maniac I'm Still awake
Doc's room, death's robe
Metal Breaking skin and bone
Here to say “Who are you?
To a marsh you brought me”
Static matter staring back
Can't say if It's...
Ref.: ...Awake
To find out who we are
You cut me I cut you
Ignorance - Airtight
Self-religious asswipe
Spitting out fallacies
Pissing on a closed door.
Here to say - To your face
“Fuck you! Do you get me?”
Static matter staring back
Can't say if It's...
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High Society
04:15
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High Society
Wait there in line
Give the bitty to the cream, a sacrifice
To the rich a first child, the bloody body
Of a beast, a feast makes the leech happy (happy)
Discount god. Sad clone of a dream. A whore
To a fantasy. Get ready cunt
Rich daddy can’t bail you out of this one
Ref.: Give me a reason, a reason
Oh boy I'm right there, don't you stop
A stake through the face seems apt for a bloodsucker
Yeah well, I’m not a nice guy buddy
Oh well you’re not the first fag
To reckon to have found a price tag on me.
Think I’m anybody. I’m not anybody.
I’m the Boogeyman straight from under your bed.
Hard up whore. Bad joke on a meme. A slave.
To a fallacy. Get ready punk.
Rich daddy can’t bail you out of this one
Buddy...
You failed to back this up
You suck!
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Cellophane
07:08
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Cellophane
Seeing the holy silver lining
Had, gloomy and decayed
An unnatural lonely feeling
Overcomes me. Now I see
It's feeding time
Ref.: You just wasting time like I do?
Or do you allways make it count?
This but entropy, in a jar of leeches
Oh, you make me hate myself
Rouse by noises of bereavement
I gaze through the cellophane
To this brute we are but victuals
Back to sleep now I hear
It's feeding time
Ref.
It’s feeding time.
Decay into the void. Get away into the void.
Get away.
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