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cowbrainboat
02:43
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her chest pumps in anticipation
what she don't know will kill her
she screams his name
but god called in sick tonight
she screams in pain
(in vain)
girls got the devil in her
and i won't let go
call for help
there's a chemical spill inside your thighs
(back it up)
still stinking of the cheapest rum
and the deepest regrets
your porcelain skin has been tainted
now prepare for seven years bad luck
this demolition was scheduled between the bedsheets
for which pretty lips and fingertips were not designed for
(keep in moving)
you'd make your daddy proud
you fucking disaster
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this all began with a tapping at the window
then in turned into a nightmare
(beware the horde)
they fight with ungodly strength
running rampant throughout our fortress built for protection
these creatures from beyond the grave
advancing through stop and go motions
they come back with a lust for human flesh
(they stop they go)
goddamn that necromancer for putting this plague on us
these were rock n roll zombies
around every corner we faced the cold hands of the dead
this was the night of the living red
a night of escaping claws and jaws
solanum ain't got shit on me
pass the boomstick and leave it to me
they will never be stopped
and we know that now
but we live to fight again and again and again
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Stretcher Match
04:09
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countdown to the year 2012
the final harvest of the wheats and the tares
i wished to live to reach the age of nine hundred plus
program the masses
to accept the return of the nephillim races
the titans will come home
only to rape us with fire
controlled by the morningstar
the new babylon
we all drink from the harlot's cup
intoxicating prostitution
shes adorned in reds and golds
don't look to the skies for the answers you seek
unholy earthquakes unmask maitreya
he races from rahab
but only to beguile us all
bishop take pawn
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a warning shot to inaugurate
the most terrifying term in office since bodhi in '91
we are legendary
everything we own we stole
"the greatest lovers were murderers first"
in and out and five minutes flat
cause i'm the man with the plan
i got all the right tools
and an attitude to support this smirk
passing the love note across the desk
this here strut swears i've done it all
and i got more dead man in a bag
than a crematory clean up crew
from silence to sirens
my cue to exit
signs of an overstayed welcome
get in the van
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like ocean waves we crash
like ocean waves caught in a squall we succumb to our own surroundings
(conforming to meet the winds embrace)
like ocean waves we crash
your children they dance to the beat of a drum
so build a bridge and burn it down just for fun
with god as my witness
i will caution all
abandon hope all who traverse this path
this will begin the dying scene
for no one ever makes it past act three
run for your lives
this place is going to hell
so hold onto your seats
this will begin the dying scene
this is more than i wanted
but could never be permanent
we crash
like a wave caught in a squall we succumb to our own surroundings
the waves crash and so will you all
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grasp for your faith
grasp for your breath
grasp the open air
scraped skin supports your faith
washing hands over and over again
is this out of love?
or is it out of habit?
scraping skin for your addiction
these are the methadone supplements force fed through tubes and straws
they have us all thinking that we can be cured
we still shake
we still hunger
we won't be cured
inject sweet faith filled junkie
wait for that sunday fix
i could be your jesus
i could be your savior with love
your fear it fills the air like smoke from burning books
that lock on your door won't save you from satan
if we never look out the window how will we know of the rain?
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