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| Everyone i went to high school with is dead |
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Another summer rolls by
And I can't help but feel pain
All those familiar faces
Come back to haunt me again
Whether I hated their guts
Or hardly knew them at all
I always felt far away
Beside them there in the halls
My yearbook keeps me informed
My yearbook keeps me in line
Its an obituary
Gives me a concept of time
We've graduated and grown
From a real world once our own
Yet we have proven them wrong
By dropping off all along
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| Carry stress in the jaw |
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Powder grinding mouthful
Pull the day from the nocturn
Sonmiloquist is the nightmare's song
In the multiplied
objects of the external world
I had no thoughts but for the teeth
and of Bernice I more seriously believed that all her
teeth were thoughts...
the white and ghastly spectrum of the teeth
meditations were never pleasureable
the phantasma of the teeth
maintained its terrible ascendency
Lock into bitten dreams perfectionist
break like a childs mouth
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| Desert search for techno allah |
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All but the truth - forget
And from this union cup
We will drink wine tonight
Qiyamat qiyamat a tawil'
Qiyamat qiyamat insan al kamel
Pride of the peacock angel
Under the feather veils
Dark tresses under the black light
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| Violenza domestica |
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Cattivo
come adesso
non lo sono stato mai
Cattivo
come adesso
non lo sono stato mai
Ti faro' male in posti
che nessuno potra' mai vedere
Nessuno!
In posti che ti faranno male per il resto della tua vita!
perche?
ma perche?
perche' fai cosi?
ma sempre sempre cosi
guarda
ma... guarda!
ma senti!
ma... ma voglio dire che... che...
ma io non sono una persona che...
basta! basta!
basta! hai capito?
ti prego! ti prego!
Sai che puoi fidarti solo di me
non ti crederanno mai
Escolta
Escolta
Escoltami bene
Occhio!
ti ricordi chi tiene famiglia?
i denti non possono dire niente... senza la lingua...
perche' la tua lingua e' mia!
Mia!
Mia!
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| After school special |
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My mom is better than
Your mom and your dad too
She knows nutrition well
That's why I'm trim and lean
Because she cooks
She cleans
She lies...she says
I'm handsome
Once dad hit me so hard
Mom felt it on her cheek
Because she cooks
She cleans
She lies...she says
I am handsome
My mom
Is better than
Your mom and your dad too
She's there when she needs to be there
That's why I'm here today
Because she cooks
She cleans
She lies...she says...
You fuckin' lied to me
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| Phlegmatics |
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I awake covered in snot
Dreamt I swallowed my teeth
And tried to cough them up
Pulmonate gastropod
Oh, for insomnia!
Render me proficient
If not at least useful
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| Platypus |
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Sleeping geology
On the isolated shore
For millions of years
Experimental continent
On purpose or accident?
Mysterious evolving
Problem solving
A vaudeville?
A nation including one superior creation
A vertebra?
Inverted...quite unheard of...
Orphan in a family
And a sole survivor
He's a living fossil
Reptillian? Mammalian
He's a bird-beaked, beaver-butt Australian
Amphibious?
Paradox wearing plaid socks
Furry beetle?
A bugbear, and a palezoologist's nightmare
Symmetrical physique of disbelief
The platypus has the brain of a dolphin
and can be seen driving a forklift in his habitat of kelp
He is the larva of the flatworm
and has the ability to regenerate after injury
No relation to the flounder.
Someone shipped him to the blokes
Who said he was a hoax
So they cut him to pieces, wrote a thesis
A cranium of deceit, he's prone to lie and cheat;
It's no wonder -- a blunder from down under
Duckbill, watermole, duckmole!
Barnacle
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| Merry go bye bye |
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They're shining searchlights in the sky
'Cause there's a new God in the sign
It says their map is not their terrier work
And then I broke my telescope
But that's the nature of the game
And you have to play
Bring back the pain of a god that's never blue
You're in control of the whole damned universe
Bring back the shame and the bright lights on a few
It keeps me coming back to you
The deaths were faked, the laughs were cries
But ressurrections are doing fine
You got me walking into suicide
And I'll be there right by your side
In reproduction at your merry go bye bye
Here to paradise they go
Brighter made is their woe
As above, so below
We reached for an outside point of view
But its out of touch with me and you
I feel I'm walking into suicide
But you'll be right there by my side
To beam my message into space as I die
Bring back the shame of the many for the few
Get on your knees and I'll be coming back to you
Bring back the pain of and inverse world for two
It keeps me coming back to you
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