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Dead Star
03:12
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Alternating stations, the voices try your patience, cut off all relations.... Dead star, dying to let you know. Dead star, soon be a black hole. Demon wind is shaking all the plans you're making, barricade yourself in.... Dead star, christened with a stone. Dead star, destined to burn alone. Destined to burn alone, a dark and distant sun, existing for no one. Dead star, dying to let you know. Dead star, soon be a black hole. Soon will be a black hole, revolve around yourself, suck in everything, that tries to give you help. Dead star, your light is going dim. Dead star, collapsing from within.
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Little Empires
03:23
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Sign your life away - just another day to find you're caught in a web. Down to the wire - this could get you fired... is that what you wanted? Our little empires fall and no one hears a sound. And everything we built just winds up in the ground. Let's get it straight: there's no escaping from the gradual decline. This state we're in, stories begin and stories end all of the time. So here's your life - live by the knife. You'd wake up but it's too late. Time to shed your skin, draw your face on crooked, then you hit the interstate. We crash and burn, we never learn from our mistakes. And so it follows we don't bend, we just break. Never get it right, put up a fight against the gradual decline. We check our heads, we make our beds, and pay our debts until we die.
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Hungry Tiger - Lamb
03:42
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Put down, fade out, not a whimper nor a sound on the telephone wire. There's a phoenix, friendly fire. Throat deep, in the keep of an angel on a leash. He's a beast, Baphomet, with a promise, not a threat. Hungry tiger - lamb.... End times, slowdive with a monkey on his spine, and a funeral pyre in a mass of tangled wires. Nerves dead, jaws red, twisting dagger in the head. Still a beast, Baphomet, Leviathan with no regrets. Hungry tiger - lamb....
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Seroquel
03:47
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Those pink pills melt strong wills. Devil by his side like a new thrill, or an old flame burned into his brain, from the cradle to his big city days. Can't face it; keep yourself wasted. Got you strapped down to a bed in the basement. No laces, belts, or raving. Barely worth saving.... On a payphone, sis back home trying to wrap her mind ‘round his syndrome. They force feed dark sorcery from the DSM at a hundred mg's. What you are: always been a dead star. Vultures circle to carry your bones far. Handcuffs and an ambulance. Ferryman won't bring you back again....
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Firestarter
04:01
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You waste away a perfectly good day with your brushes, and your pencils, and your pens. Hide your shame - when I was your age, I was one of the enlisted men. So you think you can just walk away; you ain't even got a friend, a friend, a friend. Wipe that smirk off of your dumb face. Nobody wanna see that stupid fucking grin. The world's on fire, nothing's true, the voices are lying to you. You should burn them too.... Here is your mission, should you choose to take. You'll earn a medal and a pin, a pin, a pin. Close your eyes and just incinerate every office, every stick of forest glen out the window, along the freeway. There's no hero with a calling to defend. Sticks and stones cause fractures and breaks. But, hey, just keep that shit in, in ,in. The world's on fire, nothing's true, the voices are getting through. But they will burn like....
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King Kaiju
04:29
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I spit poison vapors - read about me in the papers. He's much sicker than we thought; tie him down till his wings rot. Beat down in the camera light, broken by your many spies, crushed by a magnet field, cursed but still hard to kill. Kill two birds with one stone. Kill the beast, or at least send it home. Buildings and trees mean nothing to me. Your bridges and trains are just in my way - I'll smash them all one day. Out of sight in plain view. Everybody's out to get you. I'm that fly in the ointment in the shadow of the hell bent. Cut down this dirty seed, or one day will be a dirty weed. The water just forgot your face. Sink a ship in the harbor; pull a sword from the lake.
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Phantom Limb
01:40
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Tried to split a vein, illustrate the pain. Still quote him chapter and verse. Turn a coin to a snake in the collection plate, a Triumph to a hearse.... There's a ghost within, like a phantom limb, rotten brain stem. Cerebral cortex with an ancient hex, stay down and vexed. Hit the pillow crying; woke up flying - bag of hollow bones. Fistful of pills, leeches, and drills. Though just technically stoned.... There's a ghost within, like a phantom limb, rotten brain stem. Cerebral cortex with an ancient hex, stay down and vexed. There's a ghost within, like a phantom limb, rotten brain stem. Cerebral cortex with an ancient hex. Send the priest a check.
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Satanic Panic
03:52
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Put on a screw face, pump up the JFA, smith grind the market square, Kool Aid through your hair. Got the devil waiting in the wings. Called the preacher, told him everything. Shoot the cherub with the flaming sword on your door..... We found an exorcist, psychic psychiatrist. she wants to flip your wig like John the Baptist. So there's a lake of fire, it can't contain all your ire. But here's a life line; just let us all in your mind. Back at the ranch house, they got you figured out. Pictures for their files, evidence compiled. Got the devil waiting in the wings, called the preacher told him everything. Shoot the cherub with the flaming sword on your door..... Some existential dread - the fuck is wrong with his head? Put on this uniform; we'll force a common thread. Your classmates got in line, your teachers dropped a dime. Now here's the body of Christ and just a sip of wine.
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White Magic
03:38
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Waste. What a waste of space, sad star in a sadder constellation down to a flicker, thick briars grow thicker. There's a wolf at the door knocking 2 - 3 - 4 in time (it's not your friend). Evil twin with an open invitation, skull/crossbones in the cabinet at home, Trazodone, burn a trail, grey matter, chainmail. 7th son - lost the only race you've ever run, under a thumb, some spirit's got you, and when you're done, you're done. Cast a spell for your protection. Sick. Shake, sweat, and twitch your way through a sloppy invocation. Burning down, wicker man in town left picking at your stitches with the warlocks and witches. Evil eye, a burning bush, transfixed, trailer-park transmutations. Walking cane turned viper, insane, venom rain from the heavens dripping 5 - 6 - 7.
7th son - lost the only race you've ever run, under a thumb, some spirit's got you, and when you're done, you're done. Cast a spell for your protection. Baptized and saved with a pill engraved. Neither church nor cave are safe to speak your name. Waste. What a waste of space, sad star in a sadder constellation, down to a flicker, thick briars grow thicker. There's a wolf at the door knocking 2 - 3 - 4.... 7th son - lost the only race you've ever run, under a thumb, some spirit's got you, and when you're done, you're done. Cast a spell for your protection.
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Mission Control
03:56
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Mission control, you always turn me away; I'm trying to get back to you. Mission control, in this atmosphere, I can't get a message through. Now it's up to you if you can follow the signal I put down. There is a ghost in the system dying to get out, dying to get out. Mission control, living alone and afraid, blew the last of my fuel. Mission control, drifting in the dark, confused if it's all true. Now it's up to you to bring us closer, open the channel up. There's something else inside the cabin trying to shake me up, trying to shake me up. Mission control, you always turn me away, breathing in dead air. Mission control, leave me to face the fact, the fact that no one's there. Sending out a flare into the belly of an endless night. I got a real bad feeling about that flashing light.
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Minotaur
03:42
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Picked a stupid time to face your fears. Been a bad seed for all of my years. Don't know what it's like locked away - I'll remember till my dying day. Mental breakdown, such a waste now, such a fake out, audio wave drought. You're paper thin, needles and pins, and can't crawl out the way you marched in. Chains and weapons can't keep him in line. Came back early from 40 to life. This hex is a fucking mess - this maze got me all upset. Open your mouth, let the bugs out. As they pour down, just record that sound, then sing along, backwards and wrong, and spill your guts in stereo, stereo.
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Narcissus
03:08
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You're not the scars on your face. The stars in their eyes, the look of surprise when you step out on the stage, plug your shit in, and screaming begins.... You will never get out - some people stay trapped in the mirror, trapped in the sound of a voice coming through the speakers, but then there will be silence again.... You're not here to be shamed. Bottles from the crowd, your guitar's so loud. Wheel you out in a cage, lines down the street - listen to the freak. You will never get out - some people stay trapped in the mirror, trapped in the sound of a voice coming through the speakers, but then there will be silence again.... You're never going to get out because you stay trapped in the mirror, trapped in the sound of a voice coming through the speakers, but then everything's quiet in the end. You will never get out - some people stay trapped in the mirror, trapped in the sound of a voice coming through the speakers, but then there will be silence again....
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M. Hyder Queens, New York
I was made to love magic, but I’m no magician. I am fascinated by belief, but I am not a believer. I make things.
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