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Raven
03:45
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And I(x4) I want you to know
That there are things that I’m going through that I can’t face alone
And I(x4) I wanna rise higher
See my lust and desire pounds of flesh cut to the bone
For we walk through a whirlwind tripping over ignorance
And the journey for a girl to break my mind with gold
For you see I was whole before you turned me to a snivelling whore
And it’s beauty that makes love but pain that chains your heart
And I(x4) I wanna rise higher
But I was just part of a chain gang running through your bedroom door
We were sent to find your S.O.S, to warn your government, to fuck your innocent
We’re all dying; some are just slower deaths. So you can fuck anything but I got a heart in my chest
We were trying to keep you from your deaths, to fuck your government, to fuck your innocent
And we will stand, children of the dying west. To brings your minds to rest, to bring your hearts full crest
And I wanna know, just after all of this did you feel anything, did you feel anything?
Because even though we never had sex you still fucked my head, you still fucked my head.
We will stand, children of the dying west. To brings your minds to rest, to bring your hearts full crest
We’re all dying; some are just slower deaths. So you can fuck anything but I got a heart in my chest
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Mink
04:42
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Child beware the pall of night, the shadows take your, fake your life, there is no good just greed and strife, keep your hand tight around your knife
Fear the man in the leather chair, face the cigar volcano if your dare, figureheads pretending that they care, integrity is scarce money everywhere
I can see it in your eyes, innocence like fireflies, blowing holes through your mind; go walking through your streets of lies
Think there’s a god in the sky? How dare you speak your mind, fear the fire as those higher take your love and life
Now (Ooooh oooh)x4
Father where are the lands of Mordor? What fat cats trap lambs in slaughter? Devils that rule new world order, make death make our world warmer?
Who makes laws that make us poorer? Takes our air, sand, flour and water? Kills our sons and our daughters? Takes our art makes our tongues shorter?
I can see it in your eyes; paranoia like fireflies. Blowing holes through your mind, your fear will swallow you whole tonight.
Why do I need to fear the night? The devil’s not behind every lie. The world’s fucked up but we can fix it if we fucking try.
Now (Ooooh oooh)x4
I wanna get the message in real quick these leaders they feed us aren’t doing shit but whose fault, whose fault, whose fault is this? This country’s dying from politics.
You are the structure that HOLDS US DOWN. We will not be put in the ground; a billion arms fighting for the clouds
I can see it in your eyes; Innocence like fireflies. Blowing holes through your mind, your fear will swallow you whole tonight.
Why do I need to fear the night? The devil’s not behind every lie. The world’s fucked up but we can fix it if we fucking try
Now (ooooh oooh)x4
Now
We now are not subject to control. Don’t let the fear take hold; don’t let your mind be sold.
All this deflection in paranoid infection, aristocratic erection, bend over for inspection.
We now are not subject to control. Don’t let the fear take hold; don’t let your mind be sold.
Death and destruction is fears only function, paranoid induction, just think and love and laugh son.
I can see it in your eyes the spark that fires your mind, lighting up the world in time, the unknown will be known tonight.
Don’t panic hang in tight, hope will keep salvation bright, change is the only constant through the cosmic shifting sands of time.
Now (ooooh oooh)x8
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