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eight dash one
04:03
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Druids, and we're harried by the gods. Fleeing, weren't we ever good enough. Go, and we're harried by the gods. Run, weren't we ever good enough. Flow red sun, reign down from below. I hope for the end of days. Let the work be done. Drudge, and we're harried by the gods. Fleeing, weren't we ever good enough.
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the giant and the fire
05:56
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You won’t believe that flames are spitting from this girl. The one who burnt focus group. The one who speaks endless fire across the world. Flowing magma, melting stone, the tardigrades have found a home.
The Giant and The Fire
You haven’t seen the hulking mass of flesh and bone. The one who longs for something great. The one who walks above the walls and towers over thrones. Angry peasants, a trail of smoke, now the monster’s not alone.
The Giant and The Fire
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karma is a basic bitch
03:35
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I've been walking through this endless swamp. Karma's a basic bitch. And regardless of the crooning of the angry old hag, karma's a basic bitch. The sage you burn can't hold a flame. Karma's a basic bitch. To the righteous feud against her wicked ways.
And I'd gladly take an unjust death. Let me lie here in my own mess.
I've been walking through an endless bog. Karma's a basic bitch. And regardless of the crooning of the angry old hag, karma's a basic bitch. The sage you burn can't hold a flame. Karma's a basic bitch. To the righteous feud against your wicked ways.
And I'd gladly take an unjust death. Let me lie here in my own shit.
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Pissing off my front porch, a golden shower from the highest rampart.
If these snares were sails, I’d take the wind from them. If we all rode giant snails we’d spook the government. If these traps were dusty bones I’d shake them for your fortune and if the lads all marched back home, the kings would lose their portance.
Pissing off my front porch, a golden shower from the highest rampart.
If these cages were just ladders, I’d cut the rungs from them. And if our snails roamed on their own the queens would run from them. If the news were dusty bones I’d shake them for your fortune and if the lads all laid down arms, the kings would have no courtship.
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i scream of the future
06:40
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Sex is so good before your next cigarette, what’s one more log in a river of shit. Give me a moment for another regret. Puff puff out a magical dragon’s breath.
I scream of the future. I speak like a fool. And now she hates me but she loves me too.
Worry is war in me. I can break this on my own. Worry is war in me. And I'm screaming of the future.
Sleep is so good with the little spoon, and all our laughing tells the truth. Prey that the future isn’t coming soon. Huff huff, I’d breath a thousand years for you.
I scream of the future. I speak like a fool. And now she hates me but she loves me too.
Worry is war in me. I can break this on my own. Worry is war in me. And I'm screaming revolution.
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don't believe in the sky
04:59
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An open womb is like an open wound, as far as the live it gives. And the latest goons will soon be groomed in how to feed on them. A bloody booze will be consumed with every suck and sip. Letting loose the newborn ghouls into the dark to live.
Don’t believe in the sky. Don’t believe in night.
The musk they wear in the dusty air, as far as the hound can sniff. Ugly things in moonlight, under wings as dark as eyeless sight. A sloppy drool will fall from the fools who happen to witness it. Letting loose more fledgling troops into the dark to live.
Don’t believe in the sky. Don’t believe in night.
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help me!!!
05:17
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I've been wasting lives on the wrong side. I've been twisting a path as I follow for you. I've been trapped in a bubble for so long. Questioning this life as I break down the stone. As I break down the stone. As I break down the stones. As I break down the walls.
All alone on a dragon bone. All alone on a dragon's skull.
This goes to eleven. This goes...help me!!!
I've been wasting lives on the wrong side. I've been twisting a path as I follow for you. I've been trapped in a bubble for so long. Questioning this life as I break down the stone. As I break down the stones. As I break down the stones. As I break down the walls.
This goes to eleven. This goes...help me!!!
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