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30 Years Wasted
02:48
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Howl Along
04:01
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wake up in the forest
a ringing in your head
how long has it been
cutting out my poisons
tally up my sins
thats discipline
like a baby with a weapon (a baby with a weapon)
im dangerous because im unaware - once moonlight hits the air
its out of my hands
im sinking
shouting demands
dreadful dripping
i'll howl along
i'll howl along
nostrils fulla powder
whisky in my hand
where does it end x2
staking out the graveyard
im feeling sick
and then we dig x2
im caving to the pressure (caving to the pressure)
its never gonna stop until - my sickness has its fill
crawling from the wreckage
im scared im scared im scared
too much blood im coughing up
a witness from the dead
its all that i can muster
the transformation holds
the shadows from the depths of me
corrupting my control
feels like a sickness
like a burning fever that never breaks
ive become a helpless witness
to a driving evil it takes and takes
it takes
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3. |
Lost Reward
02:26
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got a job if u want it
unless u need something honest
nothing risked nothing won
lace your boots up -- get it done
this could be an opportunity
if your guts are already stone
got a job if u want it
got a job its not hard
He's a hero and a martyr
He can get to anyone
if you see him in the doorway
its a last call for the grave
there goes the last shift
we're all out its done now
the passengers are all processed
what'd u expect what'd u hear
every one's got a technique
give it time you'll find yours
No
you signed it off
Now you're running
but we're everywhere
in the end we'll find
you wherever you hide
in the end you're coming with us
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4. |
What Yr Like
03:02
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Oh
This is what you're like
Drink it in
Don't avert your eyes
Do you like what you see
Like the way that you treat those you love
Well someday you'll have to accept when they've had enough
When you're all alone
With no one to call to
No one to crawl to
And you can't stand your own company
Your thoughts are tiny tortures
So you can never know peace
Even when you sit at home in front of the TV
There's always something to remind you
And shake you from your sleep
So have you had enough
Well too bad
There's no way to make it stop
When you pick up the phone does the dial tone sound like it's hurt
Do you muster your courage up and rehearse every word
I hope that the day never comes
When you survey your collection of guns
And select an appropriate one
To turn on yourself
Nothing left
No regrets
When you're all alone
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5. |
Moon Nun
02:35
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Stabbed in SOMA
03:08
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