1. |
Prologue
00:48
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2. |
Breaker
03:40
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I know what you're doing with the door locked
and the towel on the floor
I know what you're doing with the incense burning
and the posters moving
Saying fuck you to the boundaries
of the world we left behind
I know what you're doing with your
Pupils eight miles wide
I know what you're doing with the glow sticks cracking
and the strobe light flashing
Just shut up and I'll fail on my own
Don't need your help. I can do it alone
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3. |
Mine
03:51
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A young girl with a tattoo on her left tit
That says "Fuck this town"
When asked why, she explains
"Wherever I am, it must be shit"
At night, she dreams about killing her lovers
Digs her nails into her arms as she sleeps
When she awakes covered in blood and sweat and cum,
She screams to herself, "This was no dream"
Once upon a time I'd say that things are better off this way
Hope one day you finally see the bitter price of misery
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5. |
The Perfect Word
05:42
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This taste is getting old
When the shadows start to move
on their own and the light seems
more frightening than any of the
bumps in the night, the memory
of your skin wakes up the part of
me that can embrace the darkness
and feel like it's only temporary
But where is that person who cries
in the night seeing the shadows moving
on their own and afraid to turn on the light
that remembers my touch and finds the part
of herself that embraces the darkness knowing
it's only temporary?
The pauses between words
The seconds it takes to say to find le mot juste
Is all the time I need to infiltrate and exterminate
your priorities
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6. |
Fecund
04:30
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This taste is getting old
Every sacrifice a gift, every gift a sacrifice
Every message sent, another error of a weak device
Every sacrifice a gift, every gift a sacrifice
Every lesson learned, another lesson that won't suffice
"Drain my heart," she said to me as she walked away
"Drain my heart," she screamed
Every sacrifice a gift, every gift a sacrifice
Every broken lip, another feeling not worth the price
Every sacrifice a gift, every gift a sacrifice
Every lesson learned, another lesson that won't suffice
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7. |
The Kritten Mix
04:15
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you don't care what i feel
you don't feel that i care
you don't know who i am
you don't care who i'll be
but i know what i feel
and i know that i care
and i know who you are
and i know who you'll be
what i am is what i've been
and what i'll be is what i was
what you are is what you've been
and what you'll be is here with me
you won't care what i feel
you won't feel that i care
you'll never know who i am
you'll never see me for me
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8. |
The Basement Song
03:52
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You never have any money
You always have packs of cigs
You never have any time for me
except when you're on your knees
I'd love you if I had a checkbook
I'd love you if I was diseased
I'd love you if I had a heart to break
(I love you)
Distance makes the heart grow fonder
As my friend and as my lover
Try to ignore but it bothers
That we're far from one another
But our love is like your body
Dead and buried in the forest
Unmarked grave and wrapped in plastic
Never to be seen or heard again
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9. |
NTY
05:24
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Black Ring Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Taking influence from the punk-tinged EBM stylings of Assemblage 23, the excrutiating gentleness of later Gary Numan, and the pop sensabilities of Switchblade Symphony; Black Ring produces a blend of experimental EBM and darkwave that brandishes a brutal aural attack on the senses. ... more
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