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Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down As their shoes gripped the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying Dancing on the corpses ashes Yeah, they had plans for him They had spun the last of the pimps Polyester, satin nailed jewelery lips While the guillotine just laughed again Dancing on the corpses ashes And the paramedics fell into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath The hail of the contraband Dancing on the corpses ashes On my way Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well (x2) They had defected and been excommunicated And all the pulses were subverted And they made sure that the obituaries Showed pictures of smoke stacks Dancing on the corpses ashes A vivid dissection that mocked The strut of vivisection A semi-automatic colony And a silencing that still walks the streets Dancing on the corpses ashes In the company of wolves Was a stretcher made of Cobblestone curfews The federales perform Their custodial customs quite well Dancing on the corpses ashes On my way Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well (x4) Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As their shoes lay dangling on dirt floor In the silhouette of dying Dancing on the corpses ashes Yeah, they had plans for him They had spun the last of the pimps Polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips While the guillotine just slapped again Dancing on the corpses ashes And the paramedics fell into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath The hail of the contraband Dancing on the corpses ashes On my way Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well (x4) On my way Callous heels Numbed in travel Endless maps made By their scalpels, scalpels (x2) |
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I-N-I-T-I
A-T-I-O-N. Follow you home after every show. Perforated into tiny fragments. Heavy breathing's your new fan club. A John Hancock with the safety off, After every show. And how this pedestal fits like glove. Such a pity I built no ladder from the roots And above i'll be hacking off, After every show. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you, Yeah you, (Initiation.) Yeah you. (What!) Said, what you doing? These parting contestants never win. Parting contestants never seem to win. Watch you clap your hands by the stage. Lend me your ears for just another page. In the book that your friend signed yesterday. When I told you not to bother to holler. Your telephone's the one that helped Me wrap The cord Around your neck You know you're beautiful, When you're Dead. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you, Yeah you, (Initiation.) Yeah you. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you. (Initiation.) Party protects us and every day fades away. |
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Autonomous machete for hands
Warden and judge hide behind masks Wet raindrop lull Small rationing Exhumed the the rhetoric of Break the weak in single file Sanction this outbreak - a virus conspires Push become shove , days become months I seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun Feeding frenzy its contagious Have trigger will travel Single sparks are spectral fires Shackled the grapple and sentinels found Binoculars watch cardboard towns Strung up in webs the net was flung Over the auditorium Slave trade the weak , no call to arms Sanction this outbreak ; a virus conspires Push become shove , days become months And I seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun A single spark can start a spectral fire Have trigger will travel |
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