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The Hurt Factory
03:52
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I've been lost. more than a whole night through.
in a gutter, where you wanted me to.
staring at the sun. I was never too much fun.
now I sleep on a candle, as the unloyal rebel.
this is what you want and you need.
I have sinned, and I will sin again
in the hurt factory, the new line begins.
staring at the sun. I didn't let anyone.
now I sleep on a razorblade. a couple people kept me sane.
this is what you got and you need.
this is all you wanted and you feel empty.
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2. |
Trolling Bones
03:11
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fifteen minutes break for cigarettes.
reconvene paint our faces red.
let's really get somewhere with this scene.
don't make me do it as he screams from his knees.
is it too much? too Oliver Stone?
dinner party. no one is home.
sorry boys, I'm going to Hollywood.
sorry gentlemen I would if I could.
no time translator. I am the alligator. infatuater.
see ya later alligator.
action the director screams.
cover your faces and sleep to dream.
do you remember when I was a whore?
stupid dog, you are a bore now.
see you in hell.
see you in heaven.
see you where the real souls go.
where is that at? He knows . . .
delirium clarify it now.
helium feet are on the ground.
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3. |
Mosquito Breath
02:15
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underneath the silhouette of you and me.
these drugs that I don't have are getting to me.
you and I can go along with this disease.
I should really think about sleeping.
you don't look like you should.
I'll take this one from your skeleton.
underneath the mask of reality.
I feel like I'm alive in the 70s
mosquito breath, I'll eat a moth if you'll be impressed.
these drugs that I don't need are getting to me.
oh my god what have I done, oh my god.
underneath the carcass of catastrophe.
I'll break the legs, turn out the lights so I can dream.
you and I can go along without breathing.
I should really think about sleeping.
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4. |
Catholics in the Rain
02:30
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sitting here in the sun.
with my rose colored glasses on.
what will you have for dinner today?
I'm in the kitchen with some thing to make.
eat your words.
eat your fucking words.
sleeping there in the rain.
candy colored glasses on my face.
pink, blue, grey and black.
it's like the ocean had a heart attack.
eat your words.
listen up to me.
sitting here in the sun.
with my rose colored glasses on.
ride a horse, cut off your head.
put all the catholics away to bed.
eat your words.
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5. |
Fire Attracts Bats
03:05
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everything I know is alone in my head today.
rubbing alcohol, walking down the hallway.
put your head in a hole to cover up the bright lights.
passageways, skeletons knowing it'll be alright.
the elephant is in the room that is just how it goes, it won't.
home.
save you something, to give away.
rings, couches, the picture that I didn't take.
northern wind blows, swing from the belfry.
safe and sound the bats are falling down.
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Demasiado San Diego, California
We take our influences as inspiration for originality, rather than as a regurgitation of sounds.
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