1. |
Crackbomb
02:30
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"Crackbomb"
Faded, fated
wall of white
I, I, I
I am alive-live-live
and I smoke
like a bomb
blowing up
and coming down
down, down, down...
You war
and I war
no more names,
there is only the number
Hide
On
We ride
On
we run and we run
running from the hunt
Oh fire below
I am alone
We are alone...
Don't cut me down my brother
when you hide, you hide behind enemy lines
See, you're under my flag
when you laugh are you ready to march
are you ready...
You wanna be on my land
When you hail, are you ready to march
Are you ready to march
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2. |
Porkchops
03:18
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"Porkchops"
I'll pay for my love in gold
and pawn everything I own
cus there's nothing in this world
that makes me feel like dying
like losing sight of your bright eyes
a heart of rock will put up a fight
whoever said that amour is wise
Cus I'm flustered
and you know my love won't hide
Try to be the right one in your eyes
Oh I
I won't get by
without your light
without your light
I gotta pocket full of love
just have to reach inside
I'm honing in on my problems
it's a split of generic delight
I've got a man to be alone
and the other's without water
as we tread the sky and all fall down
can we give our freedom a try
anyone can be a surprise
You know it's harder
the more and more I cry
try to be the right one in your eyes
Oh I
I won't get by
without your light
without your light
I gotta pocket full of love
just have to reach inside
You been shopping
and I've been tripping
but nothing arises from the cheap thrills
You know how I'm peeling
I'm trying to be real
you know how I feel when I'm inside...
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3. |
Marklar
05:56
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Dust it settled by my feet
I hung my head beneath the wreath
Ray of gold shot down like sleet
Pierced through enraged heat
Rope untied could not be seen
Now a myth of what had been
The Light filled inside
The Power cease to have the means
All was lost in
The writing
Give it time
Reads
Time
Reads
Time
Reads
All in time
Walk this strange path Right
Unknown weaving streets
As they stare past losing sight
Breathing heavily
Running through the night
Tongues slumber soaring high
I would never lead
Never lead
Never lead
Right
The fabric falls to either side
It always leaves me high and dry
But when those words, they lose their sight
You leave me on the giving side
I shed this vinyl sheet
Greased, glued, pierced onto me
Nails embedded beneath
Callused, rotten and green
Gain
Stains
My eyes bleed onto my feet
Time lost
Round up
I rest deep under
Neath
In the given time
Won't you let these words run
Dry
Don't my screams mean
Anything
Anything
Anything
Right
The fabric falls to either side
It always leaves me high and dry
But when those words, they lose their sight
You leave me on the giving side
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4. |
Abigail
03:16
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"Abigail"
I saw my baby
under the water
she might've been drowning
she might've been ok
but I was heavy hearted
heaving like a stone
Oh Abigail don't be afraid
to find yourself a home
Oh baby stay with me tonight
What a pretty little one
coming down my hall
I was only lonely lonely
Abigail oh
where do you lie
I have to know
I was never alone enough
why did you lie
I have to know
I was never in love enough
Oh stay with me tonight
You want love
I'm gonna give it girl
come on and ride with me
Oh stay with me tonight
What a pretty little one
Abby bye bye...
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5. |
The Ring
04:13
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"The Ring"
I didn't come here to sing,
I just came to do my thing.
I didn't come to see no show.
I just came to go.
And when you tried to see my show,
what a surprise.
We're all laughing at the others,
living out lies.
The ring...
Then you came to my blank space,
and with our guts we painted the floor.
Then I gave you a new face,
shook you right to the core.
And I tried to tell you, and I tried to tell you,
I'm no good.
The ring...
We laugh
We cry
We share
We try
We drink
We smoke
We fuck
We joke.
The love we bring, a chance to sing,
The ring, the ring, the ring, the ring, the ring.
And it was all misunderstanding from the start.
I tried to tell you I'm no good.
The ring...
We hug
We smile
We lie
We're vile
We run
We hide
We share
Our pride
Our anger seethes, yet we still breathe
The ring, the ring, the ring, the ring, the ring...
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