1. |
The Devil in His Youth
02:40
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Before recorded time
in some suburban ruin, see
the devil in his youth
He grew up pale and healthy
with the blessings of his father
The devil in his youth
His privilege came before him
with the promise of adoring
the devil in his youth
But things all changed when he came of age
It was nothing like his simulated games
The women didn't love him
The races all ignored him
His proclamations failed
So he screamed
"Now you bend!"
I will make them feel the way I do
I'll corrupt them till they think the way I do
The devil in his youth
You will feel the way I do
You'll hurt the way I do
He was easily abused
The devil in his youth
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2. |
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I'm gonna kill you, Eddie.
Kill you dead
Gonna tie you down
Gonna cut you up
After how you hurt my friend,
no one will give a fuck
Somebody botched a séance,
pulled your spirit from hell
I'll exorcise it with my knife
You'll come to know this well
Gonna slice off your cock,
chuck it in the disposal
You will cry for me to stop
I'll laugh
"Do you like that?"
Yeah, I know you hate it.
I'll take my bat
turn your skull to a church bell
I'm taking exactly
what I want from you tonight
A life.
A life!
I can't care less
if you feel guilty or not.
This is what you owe,
the very least you could do.
You won't like that.
When I slip it in you,
you won't like that
I'm gonna kill you, Eddie
Kill you dead
Cause dead men don't rape
dead men don't rape
dead men don't rape
dead men don't rape
dead men don't rape
dead men don't rape
dead men don't rape
dead men don't rape
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3. |
Pain Flow
01:18
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Hurt goes on
til you die
You'll get it when you get
Pain never stops til you end it
No gods
here now
can save you from
Pain Flow
Pain Flow
Learn to love yourself
little masochist
Everything you are
just a little fucking animal
You want to feed and rut
Fuck and bow down
to your god, capital
Pain Flow
Pain Flow
Just eat a nine to five
Lie and say you're alive
But you were born in chains
a rich man's chattel
I don't hate myself
Just your world
One day I'll take a four-five
put it in my eye
and blow out my brain
A pretty pink mist
for a nihilist
Pain Flow
Pain Flow
All life
Endless strife
Death or surrender
in a century nobody remembers
No one
here now
can save you from
Pain Flow
Pain Flow
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4. |
Need a Gun
00:42
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Rich white fuck
Grease a palm for control
Lobby up lobby down
Public leaders to the fold
All you do to keep me down
I can see, I can see
Just for fear of losing dollars
you're the one that's killing me
I want to die
Need a gun
to kill someone.
I need a gun
to kill someone.
Hunting you down
Primed to hop your picket fences
Drag your corpse through the town
for all the kids to see..
All a just retribution
you're the one that's killing me.
I want to die
Need a gun
to kill someone.
I need a gun
to kill someone.
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5. |
What Am I
03:17
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A wretch, a leech
On blood, I drink
An empty hole
inside I know
no romp under cover
no tryst with a toffee tongued lover
will ever sate me
My bones will always want more,
so I'll turn to you
Every night I wake
Every pill I take
Every smile I fake
Resolutions I break
On my eyes, I rake.
In my head, I ache
And I feel so fucking poor
In my heart
In my body
This emptiness of spirit
begets me longing more
Every moment a purgatory
til' I'm granted skin
and over and over
the flesh prevails.
They grin and part their thighs
to flaunt my prize
and in the end
two bodies will move to mend
I don't want to want it
but still they fucking touch me
I'm on my way down.
I'm parallel to paying tithes
but still I lie
in thousand thread count
silk linens loving sins
A little god
within a crotch
Just a feral mole
digging and dicking
with a patchwork faith
I am easy pickings
Few know the way to God
bored through the ground
Come down with me
What am I?
A willing slave?
To an Incubus?
Does it really matter?
I'm a hooked bass
in my nightmares
Am I a flesh god
or am I just everywhere?
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