Lyrics
eleven:
carny geeks
(reset)
hidden in my cupboard
listening to Man go by
locked in my desk
whisperin’ to worlds that die
waitin’ for the Hand that resets my life
waitin’ till the end to reset my life
rotten on the shelf of despair
meltin’ to the heat of hatred
crippled by the weight of thougths
tossin’ my hands to wolves
waitin’ for the Hand that resets my life
waitin’ till the end to reset my life
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frail (kradumarrich)
frail gargoyles are selling water to she
who’s thirsty of my love
flowers stretch like tentacles
across the sky of these four walls
enemy of my pleasure
satisfaction in my own destruction
and I rise I rise
from this cold bed of painted ivory
and I rise I rise
out of this empty frame of misery
embraced by every colour
which indicates god gave me a mission
painting my own skin with fire
lettin’ a radio transmission flow
I can face any dragon now
I can lift this weight alone
and watch myself fall to the ground
leaving nothing but white traces to be found
and I rise I rise
from this cold bed of painted ivory
and I rise I rise
out of this empty frame of misery
limbless children crawling
convinced to know how to fly
jumpin’ with no sorrow
in the void that’s drivin’ by
I close another chapter
carving the words “the end” in frail wood
I expect this noise to let me go and let me flow and let me flow
and I rise I rise
out of this empty frame of misery
(by marco deplano)
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the invasion of the human-men
(I’m) walkin’ my platypus
pickin’ livers in the dump
dark sign will remind me
to hate kill kill hate
dyeing my forearms
in a churchyard with cars
while the children of god
will hate kill kill hate
for I come straight from mars
an’ I loath tv commercials
for I’m not from this world
an’ I’m sick of it all
for I come straight from mars
and i loath politicians
for I’m not from this world
an’ I’m sick of this junk
(I’m) walkin’ my platypus
throwin’ up my true soul
the doom of humanity
is hate kill kill hate
rippin’ my eye off
in a football fan club
curse the children of god
and hate kill kill hate
for I come straight from mars
an’I loath tv commercials
for I’m not from this world
an’I'm sick of it all
for I come straight from mars
and i loath politicians
for I’m not from this world
an’I'm sick of this junk
whisper swear words into the saint’s ear
feel happy with slaughter
jerk off over a sinkin’ship
come over blastin’ bombs
rape the white dove
burn the priest an’ the thief
damn god for all time
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memories of vienna
apfelstrudel
nasenspray
schnitzel, schnell
nasenspray
Vienna!
Einstricht
Vienna!
Keinstricht
Nasenspray,
Vienna!
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psycho gate
should I detect strange behaviour
should I detect anything
depending on your bad influence
terribile my wrath will be !
beware!
ponder well what show you show him !
beware !
no foolish lyrics, or
terrible my wrath will be !
should I detect queer antics
should I detect anything
hintin’ at your world
terrible my wrath will be !
beware !
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trompozmo:
mind control program
I’m wired
I’ve been bugged
I’m wired
I’ve been bugged
now the know
now they’re comin’ for me
now they know
they’re trackin’me down
and I know
only you could save me
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comin’ they are
piercing the walls
comin’ they are
piercing my brain
save me
take me away
save me
take me away
comin’ they are
creepin’in my veins
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help me, help me, help me…
no way!
aaaahrgh!
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I went home
I went home
my father was dead
I went home
my mother was dead
I went home
my brother was dead
I went home
my sister was dead
I went home
you were dead
I went home
and I was dead
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toads and bugs:
donna
john popped along
john is a friend of mine
he sat back
we drank beer
and chatted
I didn’t fancy fuckin’him
barbara sue popped along
barbara sue is a friend of mine
she sat back
we drank beer
and chatted
I fancied fuckin’ her
but I didn’t even tell her
donna popped along
donna is my girlfriend
she sat back
I drank beer
and talked to myself
I fancied fuckin’ her
I told her
but she wouldn’t care
hope john will call again
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paint me with sorrow
paint me with anger
paint me with hate
my blood has no color
my mind is all blank
paint me with sadness
paint me with dullness
my blood has no color
my mind is all blank
I need your electronic paintbrush
paint me with sorrow
paint me with sorrow
paint me with sorrow
paint me with sorrow
I need your electronic paintbrush
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total lack of vital energy:
23 12 12
even though it was night
even though it was not day
even though there was no light they gathered
the gods convened
there in Teotihuacan
(mayan text)