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Intro/P.T.L
02:45
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pricked fingers sliced hands
grappling this barb wired life praise the lamb
forward motion, here it comes you want a collapse you can't out run you have the wrong pigs blood on your tongue nothing can stop whats to come
demand the future bring us closer suicide on computers bathe with the toasters after you there's only us after us there's only peace
feral crawling on a road of broken glass, i'm built to last
feral crawling on a road of broken glass, i'm fucking built to last
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Hollywood
01:18
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I'll crash the train more piles of rubble crucify me for gain climb yr social bubble yr the lonely stain yr the avoided puddle you lost yr fucking brain the whole worlds above you
i'm buried at hollywood's door trying to find some peace from you fake fag bores consume, eat, swallow gods beasts figure out why vanity's so far out of reach
addicted to yr thoughts of envy got no peace? well i've got plenty you want a spot but yr only pretending you only hate and want us to be friendly your minds a jail keep trying you'll fail
images of god something yr not silent death march ignoring life's clock doing nothing burn bridges and frown you say you made me try and fucking kill me now
chorus
look in the mirror yr the real bloodsucker
late night, u hide from the sun yr the real bloodsucker stake in yr heart yr the real bloodsucker stuck in yr coffin yr the real bloodsucker
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3. |
When I See The Blood
02:23
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addicted to self rot
stab me with a stolen knife hole in my heart clouds in my mind grotesque fucking life grotesque fucking lies
chorus
Clown, coward, take saint baptism of hate bitch, cockroach, annoying ache crying shame
addicted to self doubt bad habits won't let go my soul maimed my hope fed to crows looking annihilation in the eye drug free and ready to die
rant
stare at the sun your blinding guilt weight of the world the hell you built
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Confessions
01:06
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dropping the bomb that only we survive i'm disguised as the fall brutal visions my most intimate friends the burning house at heavens gate nosebleed from pressure drooling from pain
this mask hides my mistakes betrayal done with precision
guilt eats away at your soul dancing in circles till your body buckles you've accepted you're angers whore empty stomach full of hunger broken hands induce slumber
surprised to reap what you sow my revenge, what i'm fucking owed
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Schattenspiel
02:05
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i'm the bleeding body looking for it's rock a fucking vulture competing with the clock i'm the hurt horse aim the barrel at my skull getting lost in the never ending hall
violent self immolation thoughts stuck in a rat king brain on brink of cracking schattenspiel
to the city in the night, waiting for you controlled burning of your lies, tying your
noose
visions trapped insides cry bleed ominous hues
blood is just glue
violent self immolation thoughts stuck in a rat king brain on brink of cracking schattenspiel
asphyxiating on failures presence praying i avoid remembrance
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Blamo
01:17
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quiet look over my shoulder the thought of trusts a fucking horror talking walls funding lies paranoid the snakes inside nothing left in my silence
the act of breathing an act of violence out the window goes the truth i've dug the grave i've tied the noose
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