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I am the coming of a new age
Past your shit by far I was a puzzle in your sick life, But will never be a piece anymore. Because I worked through your fucking bullshit And I worked through your fucking lies Now I'm working on the edge With a thousand times the stress, So I can damn you down to size. I worked in your fucking warehouse I worked in your fucking dream I worked on the edge of the product community And found that nothing's what it seemed I fucking hate you....X8 Devy worked in the corner of the piss yard Bored and plagued by pain, Devy got a taste of the corporate community, And never went back again. I worked for you fucking bastards I worked for your fucking lies I went and pissed away too may fucking opportunities To try and make you fuckers feel right And I fucking hate you...X8 I am the coming of a new age Stained we still stand tall I am the coming of a new age And I will never fall I bear the questions of a new time Seen but never heard I've seen the comings of a new time, get ready... Coz here it comes. Pushing your incompetance, And racial views aside And never now, Until death again, is there anywhere to... hide It starts here my friends, My brothers and sisters, The courage to show what is brave, and not to be weakened To stand it through, by any length To look into the eyes, And have the strength of men who say "fuck you" I won't do what you tell me..."fuck you" I don't care who you are..."fuck you" I'll never stop believing..."fuck you" And I'll never be the one who takes the heat in the name Of the remorse that isn't pushed into a hole Waiting now, and packing down Into the open spaces we must go and not be frightened As children we came, As children we go, So never look behind you, never look behind... "fuck you" It isn't a decision."fuck you" It's a sign of greater things."fuck you" And a loss will never matter..."fuck you" |
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| 2. |
| 4:37 |
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Drive
He's trying To tempt me, take me, down me, rape me, fuck her... Fuck yourself, you'll never take me live Goddamn this sun Go, he's not the one Take this away... July, July, July Bring me rain Drive Keep calm These are only just illusions And whatever has been said It has now gone completely wrong But keep your head, don't freak... Keep your eyes upon the road And just don't think about that room... Oh holy fuck Oh holy fuck, oh holy fuck Goddamn this heat Christ, goddamn this shit Take this away... July, July, July Bring me rain He said "I know that you know that I am the one" "You know that I've found a way..." Don't die on me, don't leave me alone!!! Give me this chance and I'll make it the last I will never succumb I will never succumb Come rain down Down, down, down... |
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| 3:30 |
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work expectations bind the holy to the wrong
reflecting what they'll never be sing out, pay out another day has come and gone get used to the feeling of rotting just watch it, goat boy you watch it, you're a goat down in the rust steel yard a goat boy loses limb no need to feed old nan and kids old buck he pumps it up, to keep his life from getting low then back to compo when he's home just watch the goat boy just watch it, you're a goat let me hear the goat boy talk! don't judge me, goat boy you watch it, you're a goat |
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| 4. |
| 5:08 |
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Bleeding hearts will never stop
What bleeding lips will start, I'll make your mother Take your friends, and take your hands And ride the feeding cart... Your little dreams are nothing now Your dreams are nothing to me, I'll make another Piece from all the crap around and keep the best for me I seem never to get the message through That shit should mean something to you I tell you brother, it's easy to hold the imaging Of the cod metal king Falling, we're falling... Back at beginnings Don't mean a thing when you come to the cod metal king You can't deny the power of the millions who are weak They never bother to take a look At what it takes, to get us through the sheep 3 am I drive alone I drive where no one will follow me I keep it low Inside my coat I keep it there for me And I can't believe We've pass the point I can't believe we're through, I take another Look around And track it down And disease was right in you Falling, we're falling... Back at beginnings Don't mean a thing when you come to the cod metal king .. metal king.... |
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| 5. |
| 3:01 |
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You pretentious fucking losers
You've got nothing at all You've got your fingers in your asshole And your hand on the call And you talk such fucking horseshit That it's hard to believe That you almost make careers out of being naive You, you are a fucker 'cause you sold my guitar You, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in bars You, you are a fucker, 'cause you say such stupid shit I've got a better line in pocket lint That what you've done with it So if you are an asshole who pretends to be a friend Then get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, ending And now you've got the nerve to ask me about my temper? Why yes, I have become a fucking happy camper! I hate your fucking faces and your trendy cut hair I hate the fact you think your job will go anywhere Because its use is just the same as what I shit into the bowl Just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my hole I hate your loser friends who only come out when it's right I hate that when it's down you run instead of fight I'm set to think your lot in life to test the stronger ones Will just require some chicken shit and also sneakers for the run I dig it away, the shit you puked instead of swallowed In an attempt to try and find the dick instead of the load So when you move and stand aside my mood will hamper And yes, I will become a fucking happy camper! Stuck in endless winter with your press to keep you sane Wait for useless numbers to grow useful once again Where the heat will come again, your flaw grows sick Your flaw will send, the shit you call your business To the place that is your end Stuck in the winter, cold and wet Your stupid friends have come and went And you're left behind with your idiot job And it's far from a prize, you fucking dink You're a fucking dink... yeah! How's this for punk? Dink! Suck my cock, you pathetic excuse for a human being You're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork. You've also got a lot of balls to dick with someone else's life, you fucking pseudo-ghetto "boy in the hood" middle-class, white, spoiled-rotten bored "gangsta" wanna-be hunk of regenerated redneck bullshit! Thank Christ you don't have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to intimidate others, Shit for Brains. Shut the fuck up, and get out of your parents' house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake, quit being such a fucking sheep! Now grow the hell up! ... Dink I let it get me down because you're in it for the glory And I'd rather leave with reason than go dying for a story And this whole L.A. rock thing That the malls are buying up It doesn't work, it doesn't work It's so inbred I might throw up And now I'm put into the middle With the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up hearing "Hey man, punk... let's have more punk!" So here I am to do a favour, save some hassle, kiss and tell That either way my music's shit and it ain't ever going to sell So if you've got the gall to take this shit blown up your ass And you've got the cash and balls to pump the same crap out en masse Then hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll never tamper I'll sit and write you songs and be a fucking happy camper Yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you will lurk The smaller points so I can give it all and save you work You say an album's not an album without issues left to hamper Well then, fuck I guess I am a fucking Happy Fucking Camper |
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| 4:08 |
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All is calm, and all is right
You took the call, you took the fight I'm finished here, I'm on the next This time, this time, this time, this time, you call All you are, is all you are All is cold, and all is dead It's time, it's time, I need, I need you Mora Help me end my nights here And help me get this water clear All is calm and all is lost You call, you call, you call, you call me Mora Critic... You're the critic... You're the critic In the night I lay awake I know it's cheating baby But I know I have a right And in the dawn I see the question A bleeding wrong forcing right Sometimes night I can't stop thinking And I'm calling it a soul strike |
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| 3:30 |
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sit here
blue light washed out borrowed pin me up and boil welcome to the wrong ...skin me... silent filter sucks in the resting whipping children posture frozen god. hungry muted nations ...skin me... it's just a feeling i have it's like a feeling of death you can't be in it for the cash you must be in it for life and if your houses i need and if the payment is real and if your mind is at ease that is the death of music |
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| 3:10 |
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i watch the way you move,
and i count by the way you press your eyes and by the little things that put you down, ride the rails to where you are - help me thank you all, let me fuck you all, and by the way you bitch and masturbate, the bold ones carry on and on the way your prayer come up and have fun - the way to carry on i'm a dog, i know, i'm a dog it's the only way, it's the corner stay push the freight along and grant them all their little goddamn shitty things in the light it grows, slower than before, "ten-four, they've got to burn, the 9.3 will come to carry on..." gimme some of your good loving, i need your good loving dog, i'm a dog, i know i'm a dog, i'm a dog, i know i'm a dog... oh, elvis yer just standin' there and completely naked and i's jest thinkin' to m'self "goddamn-it boy! you've come a quite a little while for such a little country doggie..." and now he's touching himself in private how may people do you know who can make it through life without ever buying a goddamn vowel |
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| 13:39 |
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Racing' cross the heavens
Straight into the dawn Looking like a comet Slicing through the morn Scorching the horizon Blazing to the land Now he's here amongst us The age of fire's at hand Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Salvation bids to ask Everything he touches Fries into a crisp, Let him get close to you So you're in his trip, First you'll smoke and smoulder Blister up and singe When ignition hits you the very soul of your being will cringe. Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Here he comes now Fall to your knees and repent if you please Who is this man? Where is he from? Exciter comes For everyone. You'll never see him But you will taste the fire upon your tongue He's come to make you snap out Of the state that you are in Looks around and make you See the light again So much self-indulgence Results in shattered eyes Predominant complacency Leads to beguiling lies. Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Salvation bids to ask When he leaps amidst us With combustive dance All shall bear the branding Of his thermal lance, Cauterizing masses Melting into one Only when there's order Will his job be done. Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Here he comes now Fall to your knees and repent if you please Who is this man? Where is he from? Exciter comes For everyone You'll never see him But you will taste the fire upon your tongue Racing past the heavens Straight into the dawn Looking like a comet Slicing through the morn Scorching the horizon Blazing to the land Now he's here amongst us The age of fire's at hand Stand by for Exciter Stand by for Exciter |
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