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August
04:51
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Blasphemy is shallow
Animal is hallowed
Talk as cheap as wine is
You are very brave now
And it rains so long
And it rains so long
And it rains upon us all
And it rains so long
The world it falls apart and we cannot become the kids we were
And it rains so long
The world it falls apart and we cannot become the kids we were
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VVVVØ
06:03
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I turned the tables on my lovers
I broke the magic spell
I lost myself in games of numbers
I could never win
All is forgiven
We cannot control the impulse of your masochistic tendencies for the world
I’ve seen the wounds of Christ revealed to us
The singer fell down to his knees on stage
And confessed his faith to the whole damn world
In the end what changed
I followed breadcrumbs ‘till I found the truth
Impossible I know
I took a chance on tolerating you
Nothing’s forgiven
The army’s in control
I took a while
I made a nest
I planted a golden seed in your head
I’ve seen the wounds of Christ revealed to us
The singer fell down to his knees on stage
And confessed his faith to the whole damn world
In the end what changed
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Anatolia
04:40
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Androgynous
Pale white skinned girl
Owning her own defeats and
Her body and your soul
Outstanding
Success rate
Disaster
For the polls
Teen idol boy falls for pale girl
A killing spree that
We cannot control
There goes London
There goes Berlin
There goes New York and better learn to swim California
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F-I-R-E
04:50
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Panic sets in
Problems get worse
Time’s running out
Collectors close in
I reached out for help
But no hands came back
And when we sleep
Does the sun never set on our empire?
Carries the sound
From over the Hills
Sad and confused
Life of abuse
Matches the stairs
In our old home
In a foreign land
Where I cannot go any longer
There are no relationships that last once we’re agreed
So pass your self importance and we’ll drown in your disease
I got a head full of hate mail and heart full of bruises
I’ll get eight-hundred emails full of marriage proposals
And I’ve met one thousand assholes and they’ve all got excuses
And I’ll make my decision once I’ve lit the explosives baby
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Colours
04:22
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Oh to be sober as a judge
As holy mountains stand before us
I took my lies taught them to breathe
I broke the will of all your friends and now we’re worth a fortune
Please don’t ever call me handsome
You’d understand if you were me
While you’re so happy with the shallow songs on radio
I want to sing to you about all the brand new colours I’ve seen
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6. |
An Endorphin
04:37
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My eyes are dry from dirt and I lost my way many year ago
I can’t remember what I did to deserve such treatment
It’s all blur except for the screams of all my past lives
I wish to the gods I’d made a better choice
I built a world around a lie so big even I couldn’t see it
An ego death so huge I prayed the whole world would hear it
Now I’m blinded to it all I know the cause of all the world’s misfortune.
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I hold the image of you waiting in the soul like a queen
And in the foreground of the picture stands the ghost between
I had to tell you the truth before it tore right through me
I reach to hold you even distance suits you perfectly
My moon
Come home soon
And though my passions have the violence of an exploding star
It seems I'm lucky enough to see how precious you are
'Cause when you look at me with those eyes you could raise the dead
And just the thought of you could drown thе noises in my head
My moon
Come homе soon
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Midnight Mannequin Records Minneapolis, Minnesota
Minneapolis-based record label. No genre limits, but we love darkwave, post-punk, synthpop, synthwave, goth, and horror. Come inside - free admission, photo ID required. Music, mannequins, and plenty of hi-fi sleaze...
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