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Chemicalody
05:12
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Stuck in this rusty lab,
a cracked glass test-tube in his hand,
Hoping the white uniform covered in blood will give him the formula,
Tap is dripping and the skin is fizzing as the creature steps in the light.
A recipe of centuries, sold for the right price.
Do you know of the peacock man,
An elegance at first glance,
He cocks those feathers to scare,
but he's dying of fear inside.
Ease off, the hunger from, the chemical life. x2
With a glitch in the system,
little-no income the scientist knew what to do.
Convince the planet that one syringe could cure their feathers too,
1 + 1 mind makes 1 man, man + 1 mind makes the world,
And from one little lab came the ruling of everything you thought was yours.
Do you know of the peacock man,
An elegance at first glance,
He cocks those feathers to scare,
but he's dying of fear inside.
Be my god, hope from the start
Be my god, dark in the light
Be my god, doser of mine
Be my god, play me from the start
Be my god, hope from the start
Be my god, play us from the start
Ease off, the hunger from, the chemical life. x2
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2. |
Mole In A Hole
05:38
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As mole I am and mole I choose to be
Reject my eyes an easy pleasing symmetry
Buried underneath, the innocent naive beast
Not a glimpse of another me, with skin and tongue and the energy
I crawl down these steps
Steps that carry themselves
Further down the waves
I crawl down these steps
Down long walls of sales and small precious things
Been made to believe these things I must have
As I lay, on the ground
A universe of sense with no sight, no sound
Knee next to me, put your hands to my back
Now my tears flow free
In this white, white cube
Am I an insect or a pig, another useless human being
Won't you give me guarantee, that I'm not wasting my time
Raise a hand for yourself
In this life underground
Search for space that don't exist
Search for space where you don't fit
Raise a hand for yourself
Learn the truth that no one cares
Time is spent on these words
Am I making this thing work
I crawl down these steps
Steps that carry themselves
Further down the waves
A mole in a hole is who I am,
I'm trying to keep my head overground
Mole in a hole is who I am x2
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3. |
Munich
01:46
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Wake up little angel
Get your morning to a start
Eventhough I know it's hard, it's easier to mask
Maybe if you try one time
It could be your last
There's a trick the mind can play, wake up to innocence
A coffee and a piece of bread result in an arrest
If only I could piece the puzzle, make a little sense
Rip and trod on everything you take as an offense
Burn the drugs and steal the money, lock away a friend
Don't forget to break the key
For a touch of inhumane
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Motherfucker you ain't hip x4
First the right foot
Then the left one
A perfect pattern to keep pacing
A constant buzz, a holy state of entertainment
Your neck bending, to reassure your paranoia
The hunt is on, not for empathy you long
Or meat or poison or friends or love
But free kindness in the form of gold
A kindness taught on the streets of cold
What do you mean why don't you clean up your things
And empty your trash not in my patch
Stop messing where you sleep yeah, I'm talking to
Who d'you think I was talking to
Ain't nobody else in the room
I need, a kind of man
No need, getting lied
Get yourself a, kind of man
I need it, getting high
First the right foot
Then the left one,
Men inhuman to touch or emotion
Only follow the perfect pattern x2
Rustle newspapers, a bronze coin
One step closer to the daily goal
Mantra, a question on repeat
Hustle, a question of routine
What do you mean, destroy the help and help us destroy
Who asked us, your lies are quicker than the eye
I know you lying, god damn it, I know you lying
Get with it girl
A kind of man
Get it right
A kind of man
Get it back
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5. |
Backdoor Woman
02:54
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A tickle through the spine, to start the fire
You've been missing out all your life, now it's time
To taste the blessing and the curse, of having that desire
Short relief 'til you hunt down
(The backdoor woman on your mind)
Backdoor woman on your mind
(She's creeping up the water pipes)
She's creeping up the water pipes
Backdoor woman
Backdoor woman on your mind
She's creeping up the water pipes
Corrupt the trust and smile to get in line
A smell, a breath, a click, to wrap the rationale
Digging deep, neck, sink, teeth, a fetish feed
Frustrate, break the ice, a chance to blow off some steam
She's climbing up the water pipes
Picking the locks of a craving man x2
Slithering lies through your bed of grass
Backdoor woman
Backdoor woman on your mind
She's creeping up the water pipes
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Mar De Plata
04:33
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Girl I need you
Tears that I cry today
Girl I need you
Smiles from another man
Girl I know, know, know that
These tears hold words we can't say
Girl I need you
Tears that I cry today
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7. |
T.L.
03:22
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I felt I had reasons to believe in
But I ain't going nowhere
I felt so low, got so loaded
Need more and more
I ain't going nowhere keep the weight coming slow
'cause I ain't going nowhere, my steps are carved in stone
Why must I have dreams that keep me breathing if my lungs ain't healing
Why fight your soul, dig that hole, I cry because I know
I ain't going nowhere keep the weight coming slow
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A Tribe To Survive
07:07
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Judge a book by it's age
Miss the meaning of the page
Writing turns out to revelate
What the native tried to say
But a tribe only existed to survive
What sense does this bar life have
Of a million tribesmen turned to wolves
Turned to dogs, to sheep let loose
I know sheep that kill
I know sheep take more than a pill
'Cause I was used to grazing
Now I got another form to fill
Small print will seal
Scars left my mistaken beings
One more cut to heal
Twisted circle storylines, repeating nauseous story lives
The old man kept on patching holes
But stitches broke and showed the loss
With no lesson learnt no change was earned
The sheep woke to the same
But this time the start became the end, the fields are dry, the farm is burned
Small print will seal
Scars left my mistaken beings
One more cut to heal
Hey there little Indian, step into he firing line
Oh now simple villain, what you think you doing now
Try talking to the tress you may hear the pass of time
A flower will come and tell you, you shouldn't have what's mine
Yes I'm a little Indian, why would I go do that
Yes I'm a simple villain, I'm only doing what I can
You're talking a different language
With words you can't spell out
With an arrow and a bullet, it's easy to be loud
It's easy to be loud
Small print will seal
Scars left my mistaken beings
One more cut to heal
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