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Prologue
01:01
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Moth
03:23
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i wanna see what the human eye cant see
I say they wanna read my thoughts
i tell em that the grass was greener
and I watch the surveillance stop
theyll nail my heart to the headlines
leave your liver on page 3
theyll wrap me in my intestines
and then throw it back to me
(chorus)
i die like a moth
in less than a week
i drown in the light
i am the sword in my sheath
i wanna see what the human eye cant see
turn your head and look thru me
dragged my hair thru broken glass
like im six yrs old no taste no class
theyll nail my heart to the headlines
live your liver on page 3
cauterise the cashflow baby
and then throw it back to me
(chorus)
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3. |
Still Sleeping
03:43
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ink blots the page
the plot thickens
impotent rage
manic agression
(chorus)
i still sleep alone
but im not breathing in
i still sleep alone
wish i was breathing in
cut off all feeling
theres not much to believe
i sleep in a coffin
cuz i wanna watch you grieve
(chorus)
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4. |
Head In My Hands
00:34
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i hold my head in my hands (ad infinium)
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5. |
Chlorine
02:42
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Ignored the fact
that you're temper's short
and how my slappable face
made your own contort
scowl on your lips
tastes like fabreese
but your chlorine kisses
set me at ease
(chorus)
She's a tool but and I'm a bitch
Your mouth tastes like dirt in a ditch
She's a bitch and I'm a tool
My lips taste like the bottom of a pool
Sweaty old smile
and he fucking reeks
cardi and cargo shorts
paedophile chiq
but the more i drink
the better it seems
& by the end of the night
I see the man of my dreams
Tonight, I'm gonna get all fucked up on Red Stripe, and I'm gonna forget my own name, and come and try to talk to you and I'm gonna fucking embarrass myself. Do you wanna come and watch? It's gonna be fucking hilarious.
(chorus)
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6. |
Night Drive
03:04
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Morning sky, grey with black lines
Driving in the city, watch out for the land mines
Takes 8 days to make new ground
But you don’t say shit you just make sound
Night drives, shooting spitballs
You keep us waiting for your call
Newborn cries and heartfelt sighs
But it’s all alright go on and smash them headlights
Multistories multiply
Know you heard me, no reply
Road rage when I’m on standby
You never change, can’t hold my eye
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7. |
Epilogue
01:16
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