| RELEASE DATE: | 1994 (추정) |
| DURATION: | - |
| # OF TRACKS: | 52 |
| ALBUM TYPE: | 정규, studio, 3집 |
| GENRE/STYLE: | 팝
락
브릿팝 |
| ALSO KNOWN AS: | - |
| INDEX: | 217 |
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INTRODUCTION
기타리스트 리치 제임스 에드워즈는 매체와의 인터뷰 중 "우리가 장난하는 걸로 보이냐"며 자신의 팔뚝에 '4 real'을 새겼다. 진정성. 이 앨범은 매닉스의 앨범들 중 그 진정성이라는 것이 극한까지 치달았던 '물건'이다. 사운드는 데뷔앨범으로 돌아갔고, 리치가 작사한 가사는 어지러울 정도로 자학적이면서도 가열차다. 그것을 두고 진정성이라고 할 수 있겠느냐고? 하지만 그것이 진정성이다. 그리하여 매닉스의 팬들은 이 앨범에서 보여준 그네들의 진정성을 잊을 수가 없게 된 것이다. ....  .... 
TRACKS
| Disc 1
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1. |
| 4:59 |
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For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions
Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I dont know what Im scared of
or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but
nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
I t them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatorys circle,
drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social,
for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing
that is left about me
Theres no part of my body
that has not been used
Pity or pain,
to show displeasures shame
Everyone I've loved
or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself.
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2. |
| 3:38 |
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Images of perfection, suntan and napalm
Grenada - Haiti - Poland - Nicaragua
who shall we choose for our morality
I'm thinking right now of Hollywood tragedy
big mac smack: phoenix r: please smile y'all
Cuba, Mexico can't cauterize our discipline
your idols speak so much of the abyss
yet your morals only run as deep as the surface
cool - groovey - morning - fine
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
I love a free country
the stars and stripes and an apple for mommy
conservatives say there ain't no black in the union jack
democrat say there ain't enough white in the stars and stripes
Compton - Harlem - a pimp fucked a priest
the white man has just found a new moral saviour
vital stats - how white was there skin
unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing
morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day
real privilege, it will take your problems all away
number one - the best - no excuse from me
I am here to serve the moral majority
cool - groovey - morning - fine
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
I love a free country
the stars and stripes and an apple for mommy
Zapruder the first to masturbate
the world's first taste of crucified grace
and we say there's not enough black in the union jack
and we say there's too much white in the stars and stripes
fuck the Brady Bill
fuck the Brady Bill
if God made man they say
Sam Colt made him equal.
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3. |
| 3:59 |
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Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified
Recognised truth acedias blackest hole
Junkies winos whores the nations moral suicide
Loser - liar - fake - phoney
No one cares, everyone is guilty
Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy
We are all of walking abortion
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortion
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Mussolini hangs from a butchers hook
Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul
Horthys corpse screened to a million
Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight
Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins
A moral conscience - youve no wounds to show
So wash your car in your x baseball shoes
We all are of walking abortion
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We are all of walking abortion
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Little people in little houses
Like maggots small blind and worthless
The massacred innocent blood stains us all
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible.
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4. |
| 4:41 |
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Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies
Beauty is such a terrible thing
She is suffering yet more than death
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she is scarred into mans soul
A flower attracting lust, vice and sin
A vine that can strangle life from a tree
Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she poisons unfaithful all
Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale
The less she gives the more you need her
No thoughts to forget when we were children
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
Natures lukewarm pleasure.
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5. |
| 5:27 |
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If hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain
Don't be ashamed to slaughter
The centre of humanity is cruelty
There is never redemption
Any fool can regret yesterday
Nail it to the House of Lords
You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer
A drained white body hanging from the gallows
Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures
Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims
The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong
Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen
Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe
Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda
Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic
Give them respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
Execution needed
A bloody vessel for your peace
If man makes death then death makes man
Tear the torso with horses and chains
Killers view themselves like they view the world
They pick at the holes
Not punish less, rise the pain
Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction
Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen
Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe
Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda
Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic
Give them respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
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6. |
| 3:02 |
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Mr. lenin - awaken the boy
Mr. stalin - bisexual epoch
Kruschev - self love in his mirrors
Brezhnev - married into group sex
Gorbachev - celibate self importance
Yeltsin - failure is his own impotence
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Napoleon - childhood sweethearts
Chamberlain - you see God in you
Trotsky - honeymoon, serenade the naked
Che guevara - youre all target now
Pol pot - withdrawn traces, bye bye
Farrakhan - alimony alimony
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Revol.
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7. |
| 5:04 |
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Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home
See my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappear
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
Im getting better
Karen says Ive reached my target weight
Kate and emma and kristin know its fake
Problem is diets not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
May I bud and never flower
My visions getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sinking
Mother trys to choke me with roast beef
And sits savouring her sole ryvitta
Thats the way youre built my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Kate and kristin and kit kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybodys life
I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy
And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me
Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This disciplines so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
Ive finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel.
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8. |
| 4:11 |
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Wherever you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh
Humanity recovered glittering etiquette
Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent
Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Your meaning, your meaning
No birds - no birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds - no birds
Holy mass of dead insect
Come and walk down memory lane
No one sees a thing but they can pretend
Life eternal scorched grass and trees
For your love nature has hemorrhaged
Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Your meaning, your meaning
No birds - no birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds - no birds
Holy mass of dead insect
And life can be as important as death
But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope
Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn
The world lances youth's lamblike winter, winter
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9. |
| 3:53 |
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I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell
the first time you see yourself naked you cry
soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
shadows aren't clean, false mirrors
too many people awake
if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
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10. |
| 3:56 |
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Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent
The only way to gain approval
Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me
And I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
Someone somewhere soon will take care of you
I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart
Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds
Why do anything when you can forget everything
And I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
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11. |
| 3:04 |
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Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out
I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
See myself without running lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
The hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care wash the feet of a beggar
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime.
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12. |
| 6:10 |
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The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come
the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim.
From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise,
they will arise from the graves,
they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke
and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe.
And the children they too will come, stern and merciless.
The butchers had no pity on them.
Now the victims will judge the butchers.
Today the tear of the child is the judge.
The grief of the mother is the prosecutor.
You were what you were
Clean cut, unbecoming
Recreation for the masses
You always mistook fists for flowers
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Funeral march for agony's last edge
6 Million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Arbeit macht frei
Transports of invalids
Hartheim Castle breathes us in
In block 5 we worship malaria
Lagerstrasse, poplar trees
Beauty lost, dignity gone
Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word
6 Million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Drink it away, every tear is false
Churchill no different
Wished the workers bled to a machine
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13. |
| 3:56 |
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Teacher starve your child, p.c. approved
As long as the right words are used
Systemised atrocity ignored
As long as bi-lingual signs on view
Ten foot sign in oxford street
Be pure - be vigilant - behave
Grey not neon, grey not real
Life bleeds, death is your birthright
P.c. she speaks impotent, sterile, na?ve, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. phyrric victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
Liposuction for your bad mouth boy
Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold
Words discoloured, bow to the bland
Heal yourself with sinners salt
Doctors arrested for euthanasia
Kill smokers through blind vanity
If youre fat dont get ill
Europes gravestone carved in plastic
P.c. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
P.c. caresses bigots and big brother, read leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
Lawyers before love, surrogate sex
This land bows down to
Yours, unconditional love and hate
Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac
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14. |
| 4:56 |
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The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come
the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim.
From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise,
they will arise from the graves,
they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke
and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe.
And the children they too will come, stern and merciless.
The butchers had no pity on them.
Now the victims will judge the butchers.
Today the tear of the child is the judge.
The grief of the mother is the prosecutor.
You were what you were
Clean cut, unbecoming
Recreation for the masses
You always mistook fists for flowers
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Funeral march for agony's last edge
6 Million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Arbeit macht frei
Transports of invalids
Hartheim Castle breathes us in
In block 5 we worship malaria
Lagerstrasse, poplar trees
Beauty lost, dignity gone
Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word
6 Million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Drink it away, every tear is false
Churchill no different
Wished the workers bled to a machine
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15. |
| 4:42 |
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Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home
See my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappear
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
Im getting better
Karen says Ive reached my target weight
Kate and emma and kristin know its fake
Problem is diets not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
May I bud and never flower
My visions getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sinking
Mother trys to choke me with roast beef
And sits savouring her sole ryvitta
Thats the way youre built my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Kate and kristin and kit kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybodys life
I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy
And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me
Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This disciplines so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
Ive finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel.
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16. |
| 4:28 |
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For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions
Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I dont know what Im scared of
or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but
nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
I t them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatorys circle,
drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social,
for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing
that is left about me
Theres no part of my body
that has not been used
Pity or pain,
to show displeasures shame
Everyone I've loved
or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself.
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17. |
| 3:47 |
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Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified
Recognised truth acedias blackest hole
Junkies winos whores the nations moral suicide
Loser - liar - fake - phoney
No one cares, everyone is guilty
Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy
We are all of walking abortion
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortion
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Mussolini hangs from a butchers hook
Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul
Horthys corpse screened to a million
Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight
Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins
A moral conscience - youve no wounds to show
So wash your car in your x baseball shoes
We all are of walking abortion
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We are all of walking abortion
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Little people in little houses
Like maggots small blind and worthless
The massacred innocent blood stains us all
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible.
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| Disc 2
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1. |
| 5:19 |
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For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions
Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I dont know what Im scared of
or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but
nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
I t them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatorys circle,
drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social,
for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing
that is left about me
Theres no part of my body
that has not been used
Pity or pain,
to show displeasures shame
Everyone I've loved
or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself.
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2. |
| 3:43 |
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3. |
| 4:07 |
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Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified
Recognised truth acedias blackest hole
Junkies winos whores the nations moral suicide
Loser - liar - fake - phoney
No one cares, everyone is guilty
Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy
We are all of walking abortion
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortion
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Mussolini hangs from a butchers hook
Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul
Horthys corpse screened to a million
Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight
Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins
A moral conscience - youve no wounds to show
So wash your car in your x baseball shoes
We all are of walking abortion
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We are all of walking abortion
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Little people in little houses
Like maggots small blind and worthless
The massacred innocent blood stains us all
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible.
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4. |
| 4:58 |
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Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies
Beauty is such a terrible thing
She is suffering yet more than death
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she is scarred into mans soul
A flower attracting lust, vice and sin
A vine that can strangle life from a tree
Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she poisons unfaithful all
Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale
The less she gives the more you need her
No thoughts to forget when we were children
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
Natures lukewarm pleasure.
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5. |
| 5:31 |
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If hospitals cure
Then prisons must bring their pain
Don't be ashamed to slaughter
The centre of humanity is cruelty
There is never redemption
Any fool can regret yesterday
Nail it to the House of Lords
You will be buried in the same box as a killer, as a killer, as a killer
A drained white body hanging from the gallows
Is more righteous than Hindley's crotchet lectures
Pain not penance, forget martyrs, remember victims
The weak die young and right now we crouch to make them strong
Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen
Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe
Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda
Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic
Give them respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
Execution needed
A bloody vessel for your peace
If man makes death then death makes man
Tear the torso with horses and chains
Killers view themselves like they view the world
They pick at the holes
Not punish less, rise the pain
Sterilise rapists, all I preach is extinction
Kill Yeltsin, who's saying? Zhirinovsky, Le Pen
Hindley and Brady, Ireland, Allit, Sutcliffe
Dahmer, Nielson, Yoshinori Ueda
Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic
Give them respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
Give them the respect they deserve
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6. |
| 3:05 |
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Mr. lenin - awaken the boy
Mr. stalin - bisexual epoch
Kruschev - self love in his mirrors
Brezhnev - married into group sex
Gorbachev - celibate self importance
Yeltsin - failure is his own impotence
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Napoleon - childhood sweethearts
Chamberlain - you see God in you
Trotsky - honeymoon, serenade the naked
Che guevara - youre all target now
Pol pot - withdrawn traces, bye bye
Farrakhan - alimony alimony
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Revol.
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7. |
| 5:10 |
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8. |
| 4:14 |
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Wherever you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh
Humanity recovered glittering etiquette
Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent
Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Your meaning, your meaning
No birds - no birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds - no birds
Holy mass of dead insect
Come and walk down memory lane
No one sees a thing but they can pretend
Life eternal scorched grass and trees
For your love nature has hemorrhaged
Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Your meaning, your meaning
No birds - no birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds - no birds
Holy mass of dead insect
And life can be as important as death
But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope
Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn
The world lances youth's lamblike winter, winter
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9. |
| 3:53 |
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I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell
the first time you see yourself naked you cry
soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
shadows aren't clean, false mirrors
too many people awake
if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
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10. |
| 3:58 |
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Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent
The only way to gain approval
Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me
And I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
Someone somewhere soon will take care of you
I repent, I'm sorry, everything is falling apart
Houses as ruins and gardens as weeds
Why do anything when you can forget everything
And I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
I stare at the sky
And it leaves me blind
And I close my eyes
And this is yesterday
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11. |
| 3:07 |
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Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out
I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
See myself without running lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
The hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care wash the feet of a beggar
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime.
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12. |
| 6:14 |
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The court has come.
The court of the Nations and into the courtroom will come
the martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim.
From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise,
they will arise from the graves,
they will arise from flames bringing with them the acrid smoke
and the deathly odour of scorched and martyred Europe.
And the children they too will come, stern and merciless.
The butchers had no pity on them.
Now the victims will judge the butchers.
Today the tear of the child is the judge.
The grief of the mother is the prosecutor.
You were what you were
Clean cut, unbecoming
Recreation for the masses
You always mistook fists for flowers
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Funeral march for agony's last edge
6 Million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Arbeit macht frei
Transports of invalids
Hartheim Castle breathes us in
In block 5 we worship malaria
Lagerstrasse, poplar trees
Beauty lost, dignity gone
Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria
Welcome welcome soldier smiling
Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word
6 Million screaming souls
Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
Never counted - never mattered - never be
Drink it away, every tear is false
Churchill no different
Wished the workers bled to a machine
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13. |
| 3:57 |
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Teacher starve your child, p.c. approved
As long as the right words are used
Systemised atrocity ignored
As long as bi-lingual signs on view
Ten foot sign in oxford street
Be pure - be vigilant - behave
Grey not neon, grey not real
Life bleeds, death is your birthright
P.c. she speaks impotent, sterile, na?ve, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. phyrric victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
Liposuction for your bad mouth boy
Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold
Words discoloured, bow to the bland
Heal yourself with sinners salt
Doctors arrested for euthanasia
Kill smokers through blind vanity
If youre fat dont get ill
Europes gravestone carved in plastic
P.c. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
P.c. caresses bigots and big brother, read leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
Lawyers before love, surrogate sex
This land bows down to
Yours, unconditional love and hate
Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac
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14. |
| 2:26 |
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Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out
I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
See myself without running lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
The hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care wash the feet of a beggar
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime.
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15. |
| 3:29 |
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Wherever you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh
Humanity recovered glittering etiquette
Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent
Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Your meaning, your meaning
No birds - no birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds - no birds
Holy mass of dead insect
Come and walk down memory lane
No one sees a thing but they can pretend
Life eternal scorched grass and trees
For your love nature has hemorrhaged
Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyse, despise and scrutinise
Never knowing what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Obliterates your meaning
Your meaning, your meaning
No birds - no birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds - no birds
Holy mass of dead insect
And life can be as important as death
But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope
Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn
The world lances youth's lamblike winter, winter
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16. |
| 3:39 |
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Life is lead weights, pendulum died
Pure or lost, spectator or crucified
Recognised truth acedias blackest hole
Junkies winos whores the nations moral suicide
Loser - liar - fake - phoney
No one cares, everyone is guilty
Fucked up - dunno why - you poor little boy
We are all of walking abortion
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We all are of walking abortion
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Mussolini hangs from a butchers hook
Hitler reprised in the worm of your soul
Horthys corpse screened to a million
Tisu revived, the horror of a bullfight
Fragments of uniforms, open black ruins
A moral conscience - youve no wounds to show
So wash your car in your x baseball shoes
We all are of walking abortion
Shalom shalom we all love our children
We are all of walking abortion
Shalom shalom there are no horizons
Little people in little houses
Like maggots small blind and worthless
The massacred innocent blood stains us all
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible - you fucking are
Whos responsible.
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17. |
| 4:26 |
|
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Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies
Beauty is such a terrible thing
She is suffering yet more than death
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she is scarred into mans soul
A flower attracting lust, vice and sin
A vine that can strangle life from a tree
Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she poisons unfaithful all
Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale
The less she gives the more you need her
No thoughts to forget when we were children
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
Natures lukewarm pleasure.
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18. |
| 4:40 |
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For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions
Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I dont know what Im scared of
or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but
nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
I t them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatorys circle,
drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social,
for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing
that is left about me
Theres no part of my body
that has not been used
Pity or pain,
to show displeasures shame
Everyone I've loved
or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself.
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| Disc 3
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1. |
| - |
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I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell
the first time you see yourself naked you cry
soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
shadows aren't clean, false mirrors
too many people awake
if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
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2. |
| - |
|
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I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell
the first time you see yourself naked you cry
soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
shadows aren't clean, false mirrors
too many people awake
if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
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3. |
| - |
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Teacher starve your child, p.c. approved
As long as the right words are used
Systemised atrocity ignored
As long as bi-lingual signs on view
Ten foot sign in oxford street
Be pure - be vigilant - behave
Grey not neon, grey not real
Life bleeds, death is your birthright
P.c. she speaks impotent, sterile, na?ve, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. phyrric victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
Liposuction for your bad mouth boy
Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold
Words discoloured, bow to the bland
Heal yourself with sinners salt
Doctors arrested for euthanasia
Kill smokers through blind vanity
If youre fat dont get ill
Europes gravestone carved in plastic
P.c. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
P.c. caresses bigots and big brother, read leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
Lawyers before love, surrogate sex
This land bows down to
Yours, unconditional love and hate
Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac
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4. |
| - |
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Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies
Beauty is such a terrible thing
She is suffering yet more than death
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she is scarred into mans soul
A flower attracting lust, vice and sin
A vine that can strangle life from a tree
Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she poisons unfaithful all
Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale
The less she gives the more you need her
No thoughts to forget when we were children
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
Natures lukewarm pleasure.
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5. |
| 5:04 |
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Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home
See my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappear
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
Im getting better
Karen says Ive reached my target weight
Kate and emma and kristin know its fake
Problem is diets not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
May I bud and never flower
My visions getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sinking
Mother trys to choke me with roast beef
And sits savouring her sole ryvitta
Thats the way youre built my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Kate and kristin and kit kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybodys life
I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy
And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me
Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This disciplines so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
Ive finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel.
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6. |
| - |
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Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies
Beauty is such a terrible thing
She is suffering yet more than death
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she is scarred into mans soul
A flower attracting lust, vice and sin
A vine that can strangle life from a tree
Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she poisons unfaithful all
Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale
The less she gives the more you need her
No thoughts to forget when we were children
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
Natures lukewarm pleasure.
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7. |
| - |
|
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I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell
the first time you see yourself naked you cry
soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
shadows aren't clean, false mirrors
too many people awake
if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
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8. |
| - |
|
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Teacher starve your child, p.c. approved
As long as the right words are used
Systemised atrocity ignored
As long as bi-lingual signs on view
Ten foot sign in oxford street
Be pure - be vigilant - behave
Grey not neon, grey not real
Life bleeds, death is your birthright
P.c. she speaks impotent, sterile, na?ve, blind, atheist, sadist, stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, of her silence
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. phyrric victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
Liposuction for your bad mouth boy
Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold
Words discoloured, bow to the bland
Heal yourself with sinners salt
Doctors arrested for euthanasia
Kill smokers through blind vanity
If youre fat dont get ill
Europes gravestone carved in plastic
P.c. she says inoculate, hallucinate, beware shakespeare, bring fresh air, king cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, by her midgets
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
P.c. caresses bigots and big brother, read leviticus, learnt censorship, pro-life equals anti-choice, to be scared of, of feathers
Pcp - a p.c. police victory
Pcp - a p.c. pyrrhic victory
When I was young p.c. meant police constable
Nowadays I cant seem to tell the difference
Lawyers before love, surrogate sex
This land bows down to
Yours, unconditional love and hate
Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac
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9. |
| - |
|
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For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions
Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I dont know what Im scared of
or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but
nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
I t them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatorys circle,
drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social,
for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing
that is left about me
Theres no part of my body
that has not been used
Pity or pain,
to show displeasures shame
Everyone I've loved
or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself.
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Mr. lenin - awaken the boy
Mr. stalin - bisexual epoch
Kruschev - self love in his mirrors
Brezhnev - married into group sex
Gorbachev - celibate self importance
Yeltsin - failure is his own impotence
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Napoleon - childhood sweethearts
Chamberlain - you see God in you
Trotsky - honeymoon, serenade the naked
Che guevara - youre all target now
Pol pot - withdrawn traces, bye bye
Farrakhan - alimony alimony
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Revol.
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I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell
the first time you see yourself naked you cry
soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
shadows aren't clean, false mirrors
too many people awake
if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
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For sale?
dumb cunts same dumb questions
Virgin? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I dont know what Im scared of
or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but
nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
I t them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatorys circle,
drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social,
for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash
and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking
I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream,
hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing
that is left about me
Theres no part of my body
that has not been used
Pity or pain,
to show displeasures shame
Everyone I've loved
or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets
of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy,
you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches,
fuck him, call him rita if you want,
if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself.
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14. |
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15. |
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I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
a morality obedient only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell
the first time you see yourself naked you cry
soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
he loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
shadows aren't clean, false mirrors
too many people awake
if you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger then Mensa, Miller and Mailer
I spat out Plath and Pinter
I am all the things that you regret
a truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
so damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
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16. |
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Mr. lenin - awaken the boy
Mr. stalin - bisexual epoch
Kruschev - self love in his mirrors
Brezhnev - married into group sex
Gorbachev - celibate self importance
Yeltsin - failure is his own impotence
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Napoleon - childhood sweethearts
Chamberlain - you see God in you
Trotsky - honeymoon, serenade the naked
Che guevara - youre all target now
Pol pot - withdrawn traces, bye bye
Farrakhan - alimony alimony
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Revol - revol
Revol - revol
Lebensraum - kulturkampf - raus - raus - fila - fila
Revol.
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Beauty finds refuge in herself
Lovers wrapped inside each others lies
Beauty is such a terrible thing
She is suffering yet more than death
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she is scarred into mans soul
A flower attracting lust, vice and sin
A vine that can strangle life from a tree
Carrion, surrounding, picking on leaves
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
You exist within her shadow
Beauty she poisons unfaithful all
Stifled, her touch is leprous and pale
The less she gives the more you need her
No thoughts to forget when we were children
She is suffering
She sucks you deeper in
She is suffering
Natures lukewarm pleasure.
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RELEASES
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1994-09-09 |
Epic (47742192503, 5099747742194) |
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2005-03-01 |
Epic/Legacy (093901E3K0101, 827969390122) |
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2005-03-09 |
Sony 10Th Anniversary Edition |
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CREDITS
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