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Macho Man Randy Sammich
04:11
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I heard it's a cycle, that it's moving,like it's all connected I never meant it, I'm the one who believed in her
Anne was cool, very poignant and staged, just the kind who was chased And she carried all, of it like a suitcase
Ben walks in, polo-tee and a way, that makes wandering eyes stay bear your teeth,beware of the pounce of the lion cub
it's the one two hits it's the feeling after of shame it's the, chivalry,is dead 'cept for sinners and sailors
it's the sinking fear of out growing your time to be young it's the, chivalry,is dead 'cept for sinners and sailors
I guess you knew, but you didn't know the stakes, that your actions had raised
It was, the killing joke 'cept the bastard broke
serenade, you sing along with the rest, of this house full of guests she hears only you, Ben leads her up to a bed
he's snake charmer, leading her with the sounds, maybe we should lay down she's already there, stairs at the clock but the second hand stays
it's the one two hits it's the feeling after of shame it's the, chivalry,is dead 'cept for sinners and sailors
it's the sinking fear of out growing your time to be young it's the, chivalry,is dead 'cept for sinners and sailors
I heard it's a cycle, that it's moving,like it's all connected I never meant it, I'm the one who believed in the
I guess, you knew, something illogical but she, never rests, when she's gone.
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contagious, oh, a sudden weakness, moved through the nervous system and you're feeling, each decree she imparts
it's been, something like six years since, we were just kids than and your feeling, every word she departs
I'm falling apart
as, this thinner trickles down this work of art rub your tongue along a tooth that's falling out as the mirror tells your hair falls from your skull sans invincible
You said,no one would get hurt this time. It shows, you know, just as little, as you did when you started
always cocky like you know fiction from truth when did arrogance and self worth make debut was it when your body grew into your face? god but what a waist.
I'm starring, good I think she noticed, how come Anne still ignores it? Thinks she's better, like a staple of art
why, am I so frustrated? Guess that I'll never make it But if he did, I wouldn't know where to start, I should make sure no one gets my part
glare, I imagine my hands wrapped around your throat. Maybe strangling she'd look me in the eyes Whisper softly as the air escapes her lungs, thanks Mitch it's been fun.
You said,no one would get hurt this time. It shows, you know, just as little, as you did when you started
Sudden gasp that pulls the pigment from my skin Now the screaming of the silences begins till I finally ask the hell is going on? Rolling of the drum.
Discovered, like the majesty of one. It shows, you know, that royal blood it still runs red inside her, slowly draining like a pig, as preciousness absorbs to bed another loss of parliament, divides this brutish empire.
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The Underwear Taker
04:24
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Stapled tongues,words are absent and unwanted what to say? Of discovery of treason, folded in shapes strange, every corner that's unfolded builds a chain linking it all down Weighing us all down, till we've lost our grip! Temperance, filled with wickedness
Saying, all your prayers but what gods do you hold? We're all sinners, this place: Crucify everyone! Than let your god show his face.
I played my odds against 1000 raised, up the blade to shave the skin from throat turn, stained wood corner, see her wander, she stairs at the wall!
You, burned the light that gave me ember your, glove shall be removed revealing, red handed blame!
Cut it at the wrist! That way they'll never see. I can't get the blood off of me
Stains - Water burns but marks unmoving Stains - now the stale blood mixes with fresh crimson
Stifled yet rigid tones, make for a hateful wrath born from a sharpened stone, moved against softened mass
Dripping! Steady pour, Anne is watching over Amanda's every stroke writing it all down. Making art like finger paints! Walls become the canvas for the hieroglyphics documenting
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Preparation Triple H
04:13
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the party stops, they heard the screams. I know you can't believe, it's anybody but evidence will show, by blood stained sheets So we're lead to believe
This was the ending you had lead yourself along But they were never with you after all And when it's over may the guilty parties fall 'Cause they were never with you after all
Ben saw her last, Mitch knew her best why hadn't you two been, in closer contact? Amanda was Ben's girl, she's still in love and now we've set the scene
This was the ending you had lead yourself along But they were never with you after all And when it's over may the guilty parties fall 'Cause they were never with you after all
So long girl, well I guess that you're finally famous though somewhat abbreviated, this was all, you wanted for yourself
So long girl, well I'm sorry it's so dramatic, but we all learned from how you acted you wore it well, tailored to fit your curves
and now we're all left to wonder, who summoned the lightening (and) thunder?
She's staring up, still wrapped sheets,
I know you don't believe, it's anybody
her lacerated neck, like royalty, for her subjects to see
This was the ending you had lead yourself along But they were never with you after all And when it's over may the guilty parties fall 'Cause they were never with you after all
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Booker T, Medicine Woman
02:38
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Hanging over light fixtures she's floating like an angel but the devils breath is felt on nape of neck cower from the site of spirits wake that speaks of murder to reveal the guilty's union with the dead
fallen to his knees like there's no strength that's left inside him it is Mitch who's kneeling, begging on the floor Sorry Anne I loved you I just couldn't stand the selfish little drunkard of a whore that you'd become
Hanging over light fixtures she's floating like an angel but the devils breath is felt on nape of neck Bury him alive for he's the guilty party crucify the murderer let god atone his sins
you speak as though the jury will look kindly on the plaintive but the eye witness is surly to detest Ben in fact administered the sedative that caused the girl to lay in drunken sleep upon her death
can you hear the sounds? like a faucet left barely on
can you hear the sounds?
like a branch under winters weight
can you hear the sounds?
as she falls to the second floor, to the center of every one
you can see Amanda's almost halfway through the bone her wrist is gaping spread like pornographic sin
Hanging over light fixtures she's floating like an angel but the devils breath is felt on nape of neck Cower from the site of spirits wake that speaks of murder to reveal who is the guiltiest, the air is gong but through the mist no one is left the catalyst the pathogens reflecting in the light
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Vince McMayonnaise
02:05
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I made these choices for me but now the drink that gave me life, has sucked it out of me.
When we, sung a song, did I, sing along I guess we'll never know the tragedy
When the party starts,I'm a work of art a centerpiece for lust and jealousy.
Shapes, moving parts, all is dark Wake, site adjust, sudden consciousness
I'm so cold, yeah you're making, Yeah you're making me shake!
And I'm raising back into the world, to find, it's gone.
Tell them all,I was wrong you were never the one's to hold onto Friends or foes, you were both and it's always been dormant inside you you just made sure it never defined you.
I see myself, helpless little girl lost hold of string,watch it fade away
I'm pale, yeah lets make them, do the same to themselves!
And I'm raising back into the world, to find, it's gone.
Tell them all,I was wrong you were never the one's to hold onto Friends or foes, you were both and it's always been dormant inside you you just made sure it never defined you.
Petty things, building in threes, till the sum of themselves, is more than the means red and blue, the light forms a hue, over all of the room, let um sing
So long girl, left your throne. Tell them all, we were wrong.
From the sounds of the sirens, went into cardiac, arrested and blamed. I would have never, but the guilty have fallen, and the lions have all been slain.
The shrapnel is throne through the rooms, as the splinters form into a tomb, I never said, that I was good enough for her.
Bleak, it's all over. I made a production of all of you.
And I'm raising back into the world, to find, it's gone.
Tell them all,I was wrong you were never the one's to hold onto Friends or foes, you were both
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