1. |
Let the Sun Decide
05:16
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don't ever say anything
it's obvious you're lying before
comment police and before me
wake up from that stupid dream you decided to numb yourself in
waiting for the things you think you think you think to be bad
where is the sun
where is god's army?
where's my paradise?
keep closed that door
we've been here before
mirrors and smoke
war on the broke
understanding isn't half as easy as it ought to be, but
won't it be so nice
to find to your own place?
where is the sun?
where is the alien army?
where's my championship ring?
keep closed the door
we been here before
mirrors and smoke
a war on the broke,
the broken
let the sun decide
they're just there for their games they're playin
but if there's no fun in it, they won't have their day
they Let the sun decide.
if only love were spread equally
do you have too much for your immediate family?
Let the sun decide.
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2. |
The Serpent
03:42
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take my hand/ off we fly
off to lands/past the sky
leave me here/ with my thoughts
with new creatures /get it on
Beyond some wholesome foliage
before we fuckin die
who cares what day it is,
it's a day alive, yeah but
there's noone here.
The way It comes
gradual like suns
the end of the world is only true
if you believe that we're the only ones,
braiding our chains/in the name of love
everything explained/by the spacemen above.
So leave me here/thinking of you
with one more full tank/to find the Truth.
you flew, as tears flew from my eye,
while holding my own hand,
if this is paradise, then why oh why-
Is there noone here?
The way it comes
gradual like guns (sike)
the end of the world is only true
if you believe that we're the only ones,
here, braiding our chains
tranqing our brains
who is it with all the power?
the handful of billionaires, or the billions of slaves?
over and over and over they came when the bell went
you're only i'm only i'm only- a Piece of the serpent.
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3. |
Head on a Stik
03:11
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ride into the night sky
alone they come
under some cloud on fire
hole into the rat system
you know that you hold all your power
does it mean much now?
you used to to be proud?
give it all to the next life
to enemies just like you,
head on a stick.
round and round the beachboys roll
in and out of problems they got into
4 faminized pro-vitamins
perfect fantasy for perfect people
does it mean much now,
that u used to be allowed?
give it all to the next life,
to enemies like you
head on a stick
elevator straight to hell,
on a really slow modem
icebergs melt when you play that song
we cannot be friends
if you don't wanna
does it mean much now?
you used to be loud?
give it all to the next life
to enemies just like you,
head on a stick.
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4. |
Always Forever No End
03:34
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crowded islands and lonely spaceships
fall in line with demented brains with,
all the pain you can stand
it's already out of all hand
rollin thunder, surf babe
making eyes at the kindest demon in hell
all for nothing cuz some rich shits
can't love their wives unless they're in
some kitchens, until there is no more land
water and sky black
while orphan gods all lost their children
pay for money with their harmful love for themselves
crawling lazily into the dream life,
where past regrets burn like a worthless suicide
i'm making friends with the dead
on endless hillsides of lead
so pray for nothing, for that to work,
fallen fantasies for fallen man
on crowded islands and lonely spaceships
go fall in line with demented brains
from the other side, all was clear to me,
from the other side, all the ghosts were screaming
damned if i know what the fudge you talk about
go find the Time and the rest will fuckin settle down
get the message to send: Always Forever No End
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5. |
Tyrant Made Tyrant
01:43
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born in the belly with a business suit on
you're a peaceful man with a violent song,
oh man, are we really alive in the eye of pirate?
look at that smile.
he isn't dumb to me
he's a sick man with a smart guy certificate
don't respond to taunt
how much do you want?
just a litle bit.
i beg your pardon
i passed out in your garden
why are ya mad at me?
these flowers were already dead when i got
born in the belly with blood on my hands
molested by noone but my uncle sam
god damn it, cracker how can you stand it?
you'd rather be bandit than realize you give a shit
is it getting to the place?
or is it getting to the place?
to replace the united stakes with a clever robot?
how much do you want?
just a little bit.
i beg your pardon
i passed out in your garden
why are you mad at me?
these people were already d
i am the army (with nothing to say)
nothing can harm me (i'm under the wing)
they want you to try it
tyrant made tyrant
nothing to worship, except the sun,
and the mental disease made by your own gun
huh, you can't kill me?
i was already dead when i got here
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