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Bait Bricks
02:00
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You’ll see what happens, the cage is unlocked
No tether, no collar, no means to tame a threat
We’re two dogs fighting but we’ll soon learn better yet
We want the owner’s neck
You’ll see what happens, yeah our eyes have opened up
We smelled fear and we developed a bloodlust
Do as you’re told or be done
The old bones are knocking at the closet door
The old ghost gossip’s bursting through the floor
You had us convinced that we knew everything
It’s easy to lead your horse straight to the water
Force it to drink or condemn it to slaughter
Do as you’re told or be done
What right do I have to think for myself?
I follow scent, I go where compelled
Man is an animal used for capital
We’re rabid
One hand feeds, one hands bleeds
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Influenzer
02:33
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This is the head on the chopping block as the butcher raises his hand on high
Bi-monthly murder, the waltz of the witches
A horror story sex symbol fine crafted Hollywood facade you sold the masses
A devil wrapped in satin to mask the real disaster
Curtain call, curtain falls, take the face off, take a bow
Lead a moth to a flame, let it burn
Drink until the well is dry, bled raw and shriveled
“Everyone who’s anyone will know my name”
Stretch the leather, take it off
This ain’t heaven on earth
This is hell in hell
Inhale, there’s hell in heaven
So wave a long goodbye, milk it while there’s still time
All carved up, ready for market, animal carcass, tabloid target
I’ve gone blind, I got stars in my eyes
“Look at me! Oh god please look at me!”
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Doom
02:58
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Strike while the iron’s hot, while the body’s warm, while it hurts
Stretch this pig roast out, bleed it into a feast
Wolves wear wool all winter
You’re lurking like a reaper at our funeral
This is a body that buried itself alive
The wolves wear wool all winter, but the sheep bare teeth all year long
You’re unaware, you tried to kill it dead, it had too many heads left
Our mouths beam with mouthfuls of meat
Time’s up, hang high, dig deep
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Obsolete Man
01:50
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The light’s going dim, no it’s not, but now I’m not so sure
Force fed, bloated, hang me from a hook
Lick the blade, pay the crook
An old dog with a bag of old tricks
A new mouth vomiting the same old script
It’s a cult, it’s a clique it’s a Klan
The light is going dim, no it’s not - don’t panic
They sold you a fake and made off with a mint
It’s always the same, if it is, then it isn’t
Black eyed charlatan, save me from myself
Call me tyrant, call me villain
I am the great manipulator
I sold it, you bought it
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