1. |
Sergeant Satan
02:01
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A red flower stuck to your uniform is
The closest to run through you’ve ever been
Fingernail marks in your love handles is
The closest to wounded you’ve ever been
Period blood in your pubic hair is
The closest to bloodied you’ve ever been
Marching could teach rhythm at least
But you just wanna cum to the beat of your own drum
You teargas the air with your rank pheromones
Steeped even stronger in your douchey cologne
You’re on the hunt for some roofie-able cunt
Into which to dishonourably discharge
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2. |
Genital Hospital
01:58
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All I want to do is run…
The more we resist, the more the sickness takes
Pervasive depravity
The security blanket that it’s all we’ll ever be
If I could cut you open and
Exorcise your body of evil
Fuck that
I wash my hands
I will not change,
I won’t risk killing,
You
Genital hospital
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3. |
A Song About Aliens
02:50
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Behold the cruelty
Unique to our species
No need to feed
We dole it knowingly
Our lust disgusts
Try to enlighten us
Our orgiastic wrath
Infects your path
This is not a dream…
Open my eyes, I’m paralyzed
I am not where I fell asleep
I flee, the freezing ground beneath
Raking my feet and waking me
Alien abortion, abandon…
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on Earth
Deliver us…
Deliver us…
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4. |
Oscar
02:49
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She pays
Your way
You whore…
For smokes and sandwiches
And yet I would give anything
To drag your deadbeat ass through life
How far does it go?
She pay your child support?
Pay down on your amp?
Your overdue rent?
Hope she abandons you
Before you fucking leech her dry
And it fucking ruins you inside
Why should I envy her?
Battery cauterize
My dying plea on brick in chalk
Fall silent, concrete jungle
This too shall pass
Hurry…
Hurting…
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5. |
Aggressive Cat-naps
01:20
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I’m dead tired
Who needs sleep?
When I’m dead
I’ll fucking sleep
No longer in my dreams can I find inner peace
Why do I feel such guilt when even the violent lion sleeps?
The brain worms hatch and squirm, sadistically invade
Slashing, lacerating, they’re tearing up my brain
Dreams of plots and
Dreams of blood and
When I’m dead
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6. |
Satan's Sailboat
02:44
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Billowing sails of human skin
Hull deep-space black
Lapped by the sea of blood and salt it bisects
If all your life you feared to ride
In a vessel atop the tide
To transport your soul when you die
This as your chariot will arrive
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