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PSYCHIC SCREAM
03:37
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The locust within us
lusts for love
but the corpses we bury
don't need a hug
There's blood in the dairy
and death from above
still beating hearts
ECLIPSING THE SUN
The words that we're using
don't make enough sense
'cause trying to be pious
we've given up lent
We consume our culture like
infant to breast
eating and eating
UNTIL NOTHING IS LEFT
Oh no!
Not me!
My hands are clean
The god that you're fearing
isn't scary enough
In your left hand a hatchet,
in your right hand a dove
Neglecting our bodies
we're gathering rust
healing an arm
BY CUTTING IT OFF
Feeling up demons while
making out with Death
Hunting down Karma
trying to wipe away our debt
We're running with the Devil
but we're running out of breath
Dance under the moon
WHILE BLEEDING FROM THE NECK
Oh no!
Not me!
My hands are clean
You said
you'd already fixed it
Daydreams
and beautiful lies
Peace/love
we've all got it twisted,
convinced
not everything, everything dies
Right now,
you're not even listening
Afraid
you might not be right
Go break
the mirrors that you're kissing
Grasping
THE EDGE OF THE KNIFE
Oh no!
Not me!
My BRAIN is clean
The Goddess within me
lusts for DEATH
for those who are evil
to draw their last breath
But I'm finding compassion
in the ashes of love
and all of these tears
ARE CREATING A FLOOD
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