1. |
Killing Strangers
05:36
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This world doesn't need no opera
We're here for the operation
We don't need a bigger knife (a bigger knife)
Cause we got guns, we got guns, we got guns (we got guns)
We got guns, you better run
(you better run, you better run, you better run)
We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers
We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love
We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers
We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love
We pack demolition, we can't pack emotion
Dynamite? We just might...
So blow us a kiss, blow us a kiss
Blow us a kiss, we'll blow you to pieces
We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers
We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love
We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers
We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love
We got guns, we got guns
Mother fuckers better, better, better run
We got guns, we got guns
Mother fuckers better run
[x2]
We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers
We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love
We're killing strangers, we're killing strangers
We're killing strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love
You better run
Cause we got guns! Cause we got guns! We got guns!
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2. |
Deep Six
05:02
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[Verse 1:]
You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?
"You better watch yourself"
You want to know what Zeus said to Narcissus?
"You better watch yourself"
"You better watch yourself"
Yeah
[Verse 2:]
It's like a stranger had a key, came inside my mind
And moved all my things around
But he didn't know snakes can't kneel or prey
Try to break my psyche down
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus:]
It's as if my feathers were wax
And your artillery lead
Do you like our bed?
Do you like our bed?
[Chorus:]
Deep six, six, six feet deep
Deep six, six, six feet deep
Yeah
[Verse 2]
[Pre-Chorus x2]
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
[Bridge 4x:]
Love is Evol
Con is confidence
Eros is sore
Sin is sincere
Sin is sincere
Sin is sincere
Sin is sincere
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
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We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
And I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
We've only reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I can't decide if you're wearing me out or wearing me well
I just feel like I'm condemned to wear someone else's hell
We've only reached the third day of our seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I've got bullets, in the booth
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I got bullets, in the Boothe
Rather be your victim, than be with you
I've done reached the third day of a seven-day binge
I can already see your name disintegrating from my lips
I'd rather be your victim, than to be with you
Rather be your victim, than be with you
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I don't know if I can open up
I've been opened enough
I don't know if I can open up
I'm not a birthday present
I'm aggressive regressive
The past is over
And passive scenes so pathetic
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise to every occasion
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Don't know if I can open up
I been opened too much
Double-crossed glossed over in my pathos
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel stoned and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise to every occasion
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?
I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I'm feeling stoned and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise to every occasion
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles
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5. |
Warship My Wreck
05:57
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You're a paper doll
I fold you how I want
You're not my noose
I tied this knot
If this won't be
Our fingers locked together
This is total war
Method not objective
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue em back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together!
Back together!
[Chorus x2:]
Scars on my fingers, bruises on neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
warship my wreck!
warship my wreck!
Cut the hands off
Then kamikaze into your soul
Kamikaze into your soul...
[Chorus x2:]
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Warship my Wreck!
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Warship my wreck!
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
warship my wreck!
Scars on my fingers, bruises my neck
Crashin' my trains, warship my wreck
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue em back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together
Cannot say, I'm breaking the rules
If I can glue them back together!
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The human wheel, that force unseen
The offspring of a deathless soul
Can hew away to any goal
The walls of granite intervene
Be not in patient delay, but
Wait as one who understands
When spirit rises and demands
The Gods are ready to obey
Take my money like an ugly bee
Covered in my money, too dumb to see
My Fibonacci blinded by your jealousy
I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow
I'm happy to pull my veins out and braid a rope
I don't need hope to know that you'd die slow
[Hook:]
You are what you beat, yeah
You are what you beat, yeah
[Chorus:]
And then we met our brand new parents
But they didn't know it yet
So we chanted, "WED, WED, WED!"
But they didn't know they were dead
Didn't know they were dead
Then the witch tied her fruit t a stick
When our coin was looking too thin
It's like a winter in Hades, we drooled for the ladies
As if the apple was owned by God
[Chorus]
Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be King
Slave never dreams to be free
Slave only dreams to be King
[Hook]
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Don't want your God and His higher power
Want power to get higher
And I'm not allowed, I'm not allowed
When you look up, what will you see?
Don't need a motherfucker looking down on me
Motherfucker looking down on me
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Least I know wherever I go
I got the devil beneath my feet
Beneath my feet
Don't bring your black heart to bed
When I wake up you best be gone
Or you'd better be dead
[2x]
This what happens when you put an apple on your head
You could laugh all day but you can't laugh the darkness away
Can't laugh the darkness away
Too many pills and not enough kills
I need a bug out, sold that big house
Neva take me alive, never take me alive, never fucking take me alive
It's better to be blamed for robbing Peter
Than guilty for paying Paul
Don't bring your black heart to bed
When I wake up you best be gone
Or you'd better be dead
[2x]
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8. |
Birds Of Hell Awaiting
05:05
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9. |
Cupid Carries A Gun
04:59
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10. |
Odds Of Even
06:22
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