1. |
Buried Alive
04:12
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Can’t feel my areolas
But I’m trying real hard
To keep myself composed
What's up with these clothes
I must be
Buried alive
Buried alive
I can feel your eyes
Hanging over my head
Light your candles
All around my bed
If you hear my voice
I must be
Buried alive
Buried alive
I can be your very own ghoul
Lemme out the ground and
Show me the ones who need a hounding baby
I can be your very own ghoul
Living in the mountain
I’ll make a sound that gets their hearts all pounding
I can be your very own ghoul
Meet me at the fountain
And maybe we can hang around then
Yeah maybe we can hang around then
One thing I gotta know
And I’m trying real hard
To keep myself composed
But I just can’t let it go
Were you the one who put me down in this hole
I can feel your eyes
Hanging over my head
Light your candles
All around my bed
If I hear your voice
I must be
Buried alive
Buried alive
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2. |
As If
04:01
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We feed this body to the dying sun
So be what you must be
Iron hands are melted down
We descend upon them one by one
We give this world to the dying sun
So live as if you’re free
Iron crosses come undone
We dismantle each and every one
Close your eyes and look ahead
It’s all
All you’ve ever wanted
Brace yourself for what’s ahead
It’s all
All you’ve ever wanted
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3. |
Eye Was There
03:18
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I stuck my tongue out in the sun
I took a gram or so to show everyone
That I was there
And everywhere
Look at what you’ve done
You went outside all on your own
With no one there to see
You might as well have stayed at home
Actuation make me fly
Moderation don’t let me die
Nice and slowly put me down
Make me feel like nothing
So I’ll never leave the ground
I’ll put your eyes out in the sun
Gave you a gram or so to show everyone
That you were there
Now you’re everywhere
Actuation make me fly
Moderation don’t let me die
Nice and slowly put me down
Make me feel like nothing
It’s enough to get me high
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4. |
No Dog
03:54
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And when they came to see you
You saw their eyes and now they could be anyone
And when they saw right through you
You found a reason why this thing could not be
You found a reason why they could be anyone
You found a reason why this thing it was no good
You found a reason to go floating in the woods
Listen for them underwater
You will be the one they slaughter
Are you misunderstood
Are you doing what you should
Are you out there making good
Or floating in the woods
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5. |
Sickly Smell
04:05
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We knew you weren’t well
Right down to the sickly smell
No matter how much fun you’ve become
You can’t fool everyone
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6. |
Fair Maude
03:42
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Fair Maude
If it was a big fraud
Would you wanna know
What have they done to you
You should be out there having
Fun in the sun with all of your diginom
Everybody wants to be somebody that can be themselves
But if you were to be that you’d get wrecked
Best just to work your fingers
Everybody wants to say I love you more than anything
But if you were to say that you’d get wrecked
Best just to work your fingers
Everybody wants to be somebody that can be themselves
But if you were to be that you’d get wrecked
It’s harder to know yourself
But you’ll come to know yourself
It’s harder to know yourself
But you’ll come to know yourself
When the work is done
And they sit there dumb
Thinking how do I get that snowflake back
From the comfort of my home
You will be out there having
Fun in the sun with all of your diginom
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7. |
Not a Holiday
04:11
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I’ve been laying low
Ever since you tore me from your clothes
And turned me over to the crows
I’ve been working on my immolation pose
It’s not a holiday
But you should have a party in my honor
There’s nothing left to say
Everything you need to know is on the banner
Maybe we should call this one in
911 there’s something wrong with my siamese twin
I felt awareness taking hold
So I tore you from my clothes
And when all your knees were knelt
I turned you over to the crows
Told you best to close your eyes
Said it was the life you chose
You will likely not survive
But it could be fun though
When I’m in front of you
There’ll be no place for each other
Until the day you walk away
Don’t let them comfort you
They’ll say we were made for each other
But they’ve misread the situation
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8. |
Town Crier
04:57
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Let me tell you what I see
Put your ears around me
A pretty string of your attention would be oh so lovely
Fabrication is the key
To a new reality
But when I come down from the mountaintop
They call me crazy
And you leave something behind
Every time you walk away
Let me wipe it from your mind
I can wipe out everything
Use the words that make a sound
And the ones that cover ground
Town Crier
Let me tell you what I see
Sceptic eyes all over me
But when I take a step into the pit
Some will follow me
Into the ocean
Onto ships of make believe
Into devotion
Over cliffs of molten heat
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9. |
Spiterman
05:06
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Under the one true ocean where I learned to fuck and kill and breathe
Onto the land of clergymen descended from the highest trees
Onto the shaky pulpit where I taught you how to bend your knees
Allow me to introduce you to my trusted board of distrustees
Coo coo
Coo coo
I am the Spiterman
I come for you
I am the secret anthem that they whisper to the rising sun
I am the reason television preachers get their eyebrows done
I am the one who speaks for you when decency has held your tongue
I am the only option when your options have all come and gone
Coo coo
Coo coo
I am the Spiterman
I come for you
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