1. |
Ashes
01:48
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He's drunk off the power he stole off the masses.
Let's cook up some ashes and show him how things are done here.
A car,
the straight,
a bomb.
The gut-wrenching feeling that spews from your lung.
Have you seen the man speaking?
His conscience is strong.
Watch him weep as he takes one more hit from the bong.
He's drunk off the power. He stole it. Took acid.
Let's cook up some ashes and show him how things are done...
WRONG!!!!
Beware of the man who has no set of views.
Who know what he wants. He has nothing to lose.
A car,
the straight,
the bomb
a gun
that he points at you laughing when something's gone wrong.
Have you thought of retrieving the power that's gone?
With a blink of an eye and a twist of an arm.
They all weep together, but we sing along.
Let's cook up some ashes and show him how things are done
WRONG!!!!!
When the dust storm attacks with a butterfly axe.
WRONG!!!!!
When the blood and the sand becomes one in your hands.
WRONG!!!!
When the smog in the distance pulls time with insistence.
WRONG!!!!
Like you've drunk all the ashes and acid and stop taking turns.
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2. |
Thor
03:09
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Shit stain attacks with the beat of an axe
your rotting thorax still says “lord may you save me!”
as your words turn to gum
and your bubblemint run
can't save you from what you've become
you trust faith
you think candyflip shores and medicine whores
are beyond the doors in your God-adled head
but the truth of the other, you're sure to discover
from your tar-ridden bed is you'll never recover.
HAIL THOR!
The cross turns to worms
and *** ******** ****.
HAIL THOR!
The synagogue's swiped
and the temples ignite.
HAIL THOR!
Cathedrals implode
into Rastafa's nose.
HAIL THOR!
The devil's impaled
and the Anti-God's hailed.
And the new dawn is come heathens together as one
on the cusp of a fall you are free
don't save me.
The magic is dead that was all in your heads.
Oh to lie through the teeth brings back pleasant relief.
Go back to the chorus mother fucker!
HAIL THOR!
Free from the evil of us fearing evil
HAIL THOR!
I wanna come clean, it's all like a wet dream.
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3. |
Woke off the Red Pill
02:08
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4. |
Hepsi Ayni
02:43
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Hepsi Anyi!
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5. |
Fuck my Aylak
02:47
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6. |
Ketamine
02:22
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ketamine
nicotine sumit on
living clean
pick up yourself and
make a scene
in the name of pretense
in the name of pretense
look at me
by the polls come in today
see my name means more than you can say
in the name of pretense
in the name of pretense
Here we are!
A creep-stained, bull-stripped
living corpse.
The shit stains dripping on the floor
in the name of pretense
in the name of pretense
skulls regret
the rim job smitten
living dead
let the bright light burn your eyes instead.
In the name of pretense
In the name of pretense
………………………….. very long………….. (that’s what she said).
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7. |
C-19
01:45
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8. |
OneRedShort
03:39
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`Hey you wanna break a `brand new slap-dash
`dirt storm karandash
`top Trumps left you a `brainwash rash.
A `cum drone burrows down
`to the bone let go
`hot burn hurt snack
`all the concepts `out of whack.
`All this time bodies `out of line
while the `beach dries don’t lie
`soul sack tour trap –
`slap it back.
`Dig dirt pig work.
`Piss shite pinstripe.
`Blood splats dines
with the `autocrat’s rhyme of a
`beeline thought crime.
You swallow lies of blackest semen.
Your credit card affords your freedom.
She pulls the wool down from the start.
You live like shit it breaks your heart.
On and on heads swarm like bees.
It’s not a green that feeds anarchy.
It’s not a trojan horse it’s dirt.
Stupid child you’ve never been hurt.
chorus
You’re `one red short of a picket line.
You’re a `hipster short of a flower child.
Your `pipedreams tar on this and that.
you’re a `one-stop ticket from a gulag smile!
You’ve `added up to shit it out –
a `referendum short of a coup d’etat.
You’re `one match short of an arse on face.
It’s `funny when the brainwaves `crack and the spirits `bile!
Repeat chorus.
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9. |
The Maribou Stork
02:36
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10. |
Skinheads Get Hurt
02:44
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`Uproar!
`Skunk punk!
`Paranoid!
`Slut drunk!
`Get behind the yellow line.
`Get behind the `towel tramp, boot camp.
`Break glass.
`Get past.
`Online.
`Thought crime.
`Carry black flags `down the street.
`Knock down blue turds, `skinheads get hurt.
`Uptight, downright, `heavy on the fog light.
`Pre-pay, post-splay `don’t forget the pepper spray.
Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me?
Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me?
`Disc slip, soul whip, `don’t forget the BB skip.
`Pre-dawn, fore-warned `carry broken bodies home.
Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me?
Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me?
Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me?
Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me?
Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me?
Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me?
Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me?
Do you `think they would’ve thought so `much of me?
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11. |
Blood in the Champagne
03:16
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Fuck 'you and your cold aspi'rations of doom
the 'blood in the 'champagne the 'caviar the 'cocaine
her 'hand's on the 'money he'll 'be here soon
Are you tired from all the sins you’ve committed?
Why are you hiding behind this crest of sorrow?
the last 'blood drop of ice from the
'elephant's lungs starts to
'dribble and stare at these
'safe pair of hands
Was that the end of the story? And where is the moral?
Empty streets. Darkness. Light in the mist. *****????? in the night.
This 'Plovdiv girl's leaving, one
'hangs from the ceiling
we don't 'do things like this with the
'bread knife, the 'bliss of her
'hands on the money
he'll 'be here soon …
Money sliding through your buttery fingers.
The rotten smell of cold success lingers.
Fuck 'you and your cold aspi'rations of doom
the 'blood in the 'champagne the 'caviar the 'cocaine
her 'hand's on the 'money he'll 'be here soon
Bring out your martyrs. Let the rose blood shine.
We are the hunters. And we turn into gold.
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12. |
No Need for Kings
02:03
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13. |
Fuck Buddy Anyway
02:33
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Put a `carrot on a stick.
He’s just a `fuck-buddy anyway.
`Tell him that he’s deep.
He’s just a `fuck-buddy anyway.
`Leave him counting sheep.
He’s just a `fuck-buddy anyway.
`Don’t dig too deep.
`Kiss the water.
`Have you ever tried to be a `carrier for kleptocrats?
While `barriers, diplomattacks are `slipping through the banker’s cracks?
`We’re not going to leave
until we’ve got some!
`Are you so unique
that you can’t get one?
Repeat. A lot.
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14. |
Outro
00:57
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FezBastard Bulgaria
Gabriel EA Clark
&
Radi Cali
Fun over Quality
Creativity over Professionalism
Plovdiv/Bulgaria
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