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The Ravages
04:34
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Knock You Down
02:35
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The more you see the less you want to so curl up and do the eggshell walk. 'cause words will never serve you right and what's unsaid will always keep you up nights. The world is lined up all around you, expectations in their eyes. You could kick holes in a wall, if your legs weren't paralyzed.
Listen to them and they'll knock you down. Play the game and they'll knock you down. Try too hard and they'll knock you down. Play the game and they'll knock you down.
You're a lazy, beaten slob. Your whole world is ten square feet. Your greatest pleasure in this life is going back to sleep. The world is lined up all around you, expectations in their eyes. You could kick holes in a wall, if your legs weren't paralyzed.
Listen to them and they'll knock you down. Play the game and they'll knock you down. Try too hard and they'll knock you down. Yeah, knock you down.
The pigeons are warm together in their holes. The world is full of undercover assholes. Being above ground's got to be a bitch. The pigeons are warm together in their holes, the lucky ones born playing their roles, while the cursed ones are scratching a dead-end itch.
Anyone can take a lie and make it into truth. Anyone can take a tight spot and pretend it's all too loose. Anyone can pass you by and make believe they care. Anyone can take a hole and make believe there's something there.
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Inky
02:39
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Sewer Train
03:37
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I'm A Martyr
04:37
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I'm a ghost, you understand, dragging Marley's chains through a gloomy land. I'm a pariah, you understand, with an unnamed sin's dirt red on my hands. I'm on fire, you understand, because this is hell, and we're all damned. I'm a martyr, you understand. I'm a crucified living man.
I took a rusty razor blade and I severed all my ties. And I looked at those before me and I spit into their eyes. And I retired to a dungeon and I said unto the flies, "Why, you could look right through the hole in me and see the other side."
I'm in exile, you understand, dragging my shadow through the desert sand. I'm a sucker, you understand; you just call my name and I'll raise my hand. I'm on fire, you understand, because this is hell, and we're all damned. I'm a martyr, you understand. Damn. I said, god damn.
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6. |
Tomcat
04:38
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Infatuated
02:40
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She Hits
03:21
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She hits she hits she hits because I pushed her and I pushed her and she hits she hits she hits because she's stewing in her past. Just one chance to grab hold when the prize fight's close and bloody but now she's not biting, she's not biting. She's a clever fish. Why won't she hit?
Inside me a garbage dump is baking in the summer sun. My domain is like a bombed-out trailer park. Inside me is what you get when you stay home and lie in bed. It's what you pay for when you pay nothing.
Cry to show I made it happen. Scream to make me understand. Hit so I can taste your knuckles. Choke so I can feel your hand. Just one chance to grab hold when the prize fight's close and bloody but now she's not biting, she's not biting. She's a clever fish. Why won't she hit?
Inside me a garbage dump is baking in the summer sun. My domain is like a bombed-out trailer park. Through my eyes the world is swimming in a sea of dirty water. Let me know you're there before we drown.
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Spazzo Relax
03:58
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