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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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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Lark throated spit through beaks tonight
These gagging chirps were written in disguise What's that sound? Caskets floating Hey you did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb And you would ever attempt to kick from inside of this womb Hey you would you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils And in case you haven't noticed, we're already dead This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage... Pendulum swing through tantrm This scalpel's gaze untamed won't feel romantic What's that sound? Caskets floating In layman's term sewn through matrimony |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
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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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
Widows.
An antique replacement, A briefcase filled with mace. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Students. Spray the kent state mace. Wishing wells, missing clientele. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Parkas worn in summer apparel. Sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows. Widows. Veiled in rebound sheets, This is the ghost of a chance the lonely Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Precision. Watch the scalpel make roads, Hear them talk in paranoid parables. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found. Storefront chairman's fingering button. This running of the bulls will trample all the life support system. Madrid space station spain E space! E space! Flesh versus machine. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Madrid space station spain E space! E space! Flesh versus machine. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Madrid space station spain E space! E space! Flesh versus machine. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Widows. An antique replacement, A briefcase filled with mace. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Students. Spray the kent state mace. Wishing wells, missing clientele. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Parkas worn in summer apparel. Sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows. Storefront chairmen fingering buttons. This running of the bulls will trample all the life support system. Gored my neck, Don't spare me death, I'm running circles, Red cape paper Taste the vapor. Gored my neck, Don't spare me death, I'm running circles, Red cape paper Taste the vapor. Taste the vapor. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
Valmara! Valmara! Valmara!
Flechettes kiss me with the lisp of your shrapnel caress. Lost this arm! Lost this leg! Lost this diving board! A belly flopped proposal of "Let's be friends". Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Prosthetic, prosthetic, prosthetic. Blemish necro is the velcro on the charred appendage. Cauterize solder gun in the melting of seeds. Oh dear god, what a tangled web we weave. Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! All we are are failed attempts, Propelled by stilt-legged presidents. Incarcerate the mason fence, Like flechettes, Flechettes! Flechettes! I'm not biting the lead, My pencil's broken again. We will fill in the blanks, Or you can cheat off your, Flechettes! Flechettes! I'm not biting the lead, My pencil's broken again. We will fill in the blanks, So i can cheat off your, Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! (Vocal Interlude) Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! All we are are failed attempts, Propelled by stilt-legged presidents. Incarcerate the mason fence, Like flechettes. |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
In a small ghost town, there's a little arcade,
where the poltergeists play their video games. (On the roof he says...) Game over they said, Game over they said run and get your quarters in. (Over cliffs we will swim ahead.) Do the shackles underneath your bed haunt the records in their grooves? (And he said inside of them...) Salem is home Sentenced to live. Yes, this I know Comes back tenfold, fold, fold. Run and get your quarters in. At the bottom of a french blue pool, Roamed the drunk chipped tooth Of the man in the moon. (Jump on the roof he said.) Burn, furnace burn At the bottom of the cliff, Shined a diamond with no end to its trip. Do the shackles underneath your bed haunt the records in their grooves? (And they said it's all over.) Salem is home Sentenced to live. Yes, this i know Comes back tenfold, fold, fold. Hook and sinker. (x3) I wrote it all down for you. Match a name to the face. Do you suspect? Do you confess? Do you confess? Salem is home Sentenced to live. Yes, this i know Comes back tenfold, fold, fold. |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
Cut and paste
Were you sitting down On the beaded impotence of New Orleans A hint of suspense when that telephone rings This is forever It paved a wave of distance Between the syntax error From Austin's yellow brick road This is forever From this Texas breath exhaled No sign of relief Cause this you know, this you know This is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever Makes no difference Your alphabet is missing letters Seventeen, embalmed and caskets Lowered into the weather A drizzle, brisk and profound From this Texas breath exhaled Their relief This is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever Strum this broken harp We were struck by the chords Set from their hearts Yes this is forever This is forever Cut and paste Were you sitting down On the beaded impotence of new orleans A hint of suspense when that telephone rings This is forever This is forever This is forever Makes no Makes no Makes no Seventeen, embalmed and caskets Lowered into the weather A drizzle, brisk and profound From this Texas breath exhaled Strum this broken harp We were struck by the chords To your heart This is forever This is because This is forever This is forever It is because This is forever But you can't get the best of us now |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
In the humble stench of nativity,
Hummed the smell of television snow. A faint S.O.S. flickering, Riding on the coattails of your ground zero. Neighborhood footprints ingrown. The daylight savings time will never know of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster. Your lover's quarrel ended up in a crawspace. Dental identities will tell us apart. Teeth marked and bounded with sighs. "Step into my parlor." said the spider to the fly. Stable hooved footprints ingrown. Cloak and dagger music blared in ohms of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold. Ingrown! Ingrown! Ingrown! Ingrown! More caliber per capita. Ingrown! Ingrown! More caliber per capita. Ingrown! More caliber per capita. More, more, more, more caliber per capita. More, more caliber per capita. More caliber per capita. Neighborhood footprints ingrown. The daylight savings time will never know. Breakfast table search teams implode. The milk cartons that pour will never know of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold. |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
it's hit or miss upon the gate walls
are the guards asleep, bayonet and all are the search lights coming we built this tunnel we shovel with our hands dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep library laundromats inside the dirty sheets dig just a little bit soup kitchen feeds lines of stubble and marrow a book of matches guides us home do they have our scent, will we go home we shovel with our hands dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep library laundromat dig just a little big, the camp is vast asleep library laundromat live just a little bit dakota fields will beg meet you on the other side dig just a little bit they steamrolled past the lobby did you trip on your shoelace untied it's in the past...and now we toast. dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep live just a little bit dakota fields will beg meet you on the other side winnepeg's a forest where the search and seizure hid wanted for the crime of the disease that you give wanted for the crime of the disease that you give |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
They say that thirteen is just a number.
A double agent funded in the secret of the hives. The workers and their lives, all sweet and honeycombed. A hunger, ravenous and funded. Incognito razor burns. Talcum powered fingerprints, sweet and honeycombed. Don't stick your tongue on the north pole. Read the graffiti splattered on the convertible. This bullet x marked. The rumors jet-lagged. Wink your eye, stab you with your pitchfork. Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. Sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. Part your hair on the grassy knoll. A cavity of candy in Havana captivity. We heard the mug shots, a patsy inclined. Let the pollen make you sneeze. (All sweet and honeycombed.) (All sweet and honeycombed.) (All sweet and honeycombed.) (All sweet and honeycombed.) Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Hasta la victoria siempre. Manana hay misa para los sordos. Hasta la victoria siempre. Manana hay misa para los sordos. Victoria siempre! Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
Nothing ever changes.
Except your scenery arrangements. In the affectionate hands of horsepowered assault. You best keep your pants on, boy. Behind the armor of fault. Homeless makeshift triggers. You'll never walk again. You'll never walk again. In the choked mouths of rivers. Parted like a sea of loaded infertility. Best keep your stitched lips starched in a giggle. Homeless makeshift triggers. You'll never walk again. You'll never walk again. In piles of clothing sleep the... In piles of clothing sleep the... In piles of clothing sleep the... Stitched lips starched in a giggle. In piles of clothing sleep the dead. No wire coat hangers. Never again. Never again. Never again. (Whispered:) (Nothing ever changes. Except your scenery arrangements. In the affectionate hands of horsepowered assault. You best keep your pants on, boy. Behind the armor of fault. Stitched lips starched in a giggle. No wire coat hangers.) Stitched lips starched in a giggle. Stitched lips, starched, starched, starched. Stitched lips starched in a giggle. Never again. Never again. Never again. In piles of clothing sleep the... In piles of clothing sleep the... |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
This is the accent of the halfhearted land.
Does it all make sense now? And if the ship was built in bottled sand, Does it all make sense now? The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon. Does it all make sense now? Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? The tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." A mirror was splintered on the decks floor. Does it all make sense now? A stowaway that lived beneath this hull. Does it all make sense now? The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon. Yes, it all makes sense now. Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? This tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore. Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? Breathe the taste of salt water. Dry-heave up and overboard! Ponce de Leon wrinkles. Let's make it young again! Boat drinks for captains. Row our boat, stowaway! Boat drinks for captains. Row our boat, stowaway! Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? The tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore. All makes sense now. If your map was torn, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. If your compass broke, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. If your map was torn, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
Sucks me in,
Taking a ride. And i'm wishing, For the satellite. Grabbing vein. Pulling down, On the radio. Laughing at the face that's bending down. I'm all alone so far up here, And my oxygen's all gone. Bend the metal. My glory box has failed. We're rocking in our reclining chairs. Drive away. That car, That brought us all this harm. Those are the pieces of my story line. I'm all alone so far up here, And my oxygen's all gone. I'm all alone so far up here, And my oxygen's all gone. Truly, Stressing, Realization. I wish I was an astronaut. Eight hour, Bitterness. All for whose sake? Stained-glass Sunday School charades. |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids.
Black and white TV with the sound turned down, Is this mono or stereo? Lending aneurysm. Satisfaction in the fruitless gaze of your Mona Lisa's lazy smile. Trick ourselves in portable stanzas. Black Russian throated on this guillotine cancer. How steep we are. But there's just no telling, Just no telling. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. The sky had blackened with carrion birds. Pinstriped suits and cigarettes, Tapped danced through this tepid burlesque. Their mouths were parched with excess thirst. Bridge and chorus candy curse, Still they snag through the strepthroat verse. Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids. Black and white TV with the sound turned down, Is this mono or stereo? If I had a dollar For every plot that you made, In this bed of nails we made. Trick ourselves in portable stanzas. Black Russian throated on this guillotine cancer. How steep we are. But there's just no telling, Just no telling. Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids. Black and white TV with the sound turned down. Like breathing blood through the lungs of a czar's child. Through the lungs of a czar's child. Through the lungs of a czar's child. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
of fences with switches
turn them on the moats of your homes poured salt on these slugs mugshot fatigue shimmering pacemaker pace yourself you were slowly clawing your way out tourniquet of gossip on a board of checkered chess salt ring probing in case of emergency stampede is coming mastodon infantry radiate this frequency and show me just what the hell you mean pacemaker pace yourself you were slowly clawing your way out here comes the bride here comes the bride lavender and smothered in black turpentine pacemaker pace yourself you were slowly clawing your way out |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
T-minus 10 seconds and counting
10 seconds to counting T-minus 10 seconds and counting 10 seconds to go T-minus 10 seconds to counting Metronome charisma Keeping time In sling shot tempo Utopia the landfill crawls Omens that back the truth Erase the veins of this dateline As it tells the story Of this roman fracture Space time cliche I can't believe The feeble recipe Civilization tastes so good Nero has conquered the stars No one ever saw the spacesuit togas A wreath around the head Like saturn's rings Stole your recipe The ghostship cemetery We won't lie T-minus 10 seconds and counting 10 seconds to go T-minus Utopia the landfill crawls Omens that back the truth Erase the veins of this dateline As it tells the story Of this roman fracture Space time cliche I can't believe E TU BRUTE unfolding Under the breath Under the fall Caligula time warp Decadence in fleets came rain storming Under threats of gluttony and lies Stole your recipe The ghostship cemetery We won't lie |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
now, does it hurt you when you breathe?
sting around the wallet itch a towel was thrown between the ropes sweat inside your eyelids it exorcised the fire from the sky (snakecharmer make them dance again) it exorcised the fire from the sky (make them itch in kerosene dance) prepare your sleep apparatus (x3) prepare, prepare autopsy performed on probable cause and while you sleep they will come and get you tonight (so i guess this is goodnight) you skip with elbowed sobs your palms were soaking wet parched in the stupor elbowed. teach the tutor you peel the scabs incognito with wounds this anecdote fountain it went dry too soon 500 times "I must not talk out of turn" 500 times you skip with elbowed sobs your palms were soaking wet parched in the stupor elbowed, teach the tutor no vents opened but all settlements new a second native for deserved growth (x2) permission to land all systems go propeller snapped decapitated while you slept upon your pillow inertia kisses those around me. autopsy performed on probable cause and while you sleep they will come and get you tonight you skip with elbowed sobs your palms were soaking wet parched in the stupor elbowed, teach the tutor (x2) |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
Beneath the residue of film
Beneath the chemicals that the picture split The ouija board had spelled its name In tiki torches set aflame Taking rations from the ballad box Cursing like sweet tarts (x2) Increase the dosage Count back from ten (x2) And it was written down Touching earth in a capital font Heat seeking Gums bleeding Finger snapping at the catacomb stabbings Taking rations from the ballad box Cursing like sweet tarts (x2) Adhesive she said 'Don't stick to me' Adhesive she said 'Please, don't stick to me' Adhesive she said 'Don't stick to me' Adhesive she said 'Don't stick to me' Inseminating motives Of lukewarm persistence Let the thieves in through the front door Let them take what they've been missing (x2) Inseminating motives Of lukewarm persistence Let the thieves in Let them take what they've been missing It's as if Someone raised the Price of dying to maximum vend again Turn slowly for maximum vend (x4) Don't stick to me Count back from 10 |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
strike this match
and let loose the oven's breath up the volume that flirts with the UHF swipe the magnets on the audio tape these arsons of grand larceny keep running, keep running in place achilles tendon severed from the race quick to the throat in this ink cartridge funeral the marble caps lock zip code affiliate you've got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old set the temperature on delete keep running, keep running in place let's hit the neighborhood today quick to the throat in this ink cartridge funeral marble caps lock zip code affiliate you've got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old you've got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old prescriptions filled now cut your suit and tie cuticles you cut your fingernails way too short what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you we'll find you what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
in the unlikely event
that sarcasm is an unfitting dress amnesia proletariat (x2) coughing up the coffins cotton candy coated teeth the reflection of your enamel made no reflection in our mirror malfunction (x2) these pockets were clinching all filled with fists these decibels were rotted in the canals of my teeth amnesia proletariat (x2) sharpened on the fucking hides of men in the full of this moon we will make amends malfunction (x4) whispered in the ear 300 megahertz (backward lyrics) the reflection of your enamel made no reflection in our mirror coughing up the coffins cotton candy coated teeth cough cotton amnesia proletariat in the unlikely event that sarcasm is an unfitting dress amnesia proletariat amnesia proletariat amnesia coughing up the coffins cotton candy coated teeth these pockets were clinching all filled with teeth sharpened on the fucking hides of men (end backward lyrics) whispered in the ear (malfunction) 300 megahertz. (this is malfunction) megahertz. (malfunction, malfunction) |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
this is forgiven
if the uniform fits postponed, at the first showing this is the tension mold of frozen icicles and it feels like it's snowing you speak in tongues tremors that warn us of ourselves (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold at the first showing (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold nothing bleeds the same my travel expenses paid postponed, at the first showing this dance is out of rhythm we trip on excess steps postponed, at the first showing you speak in tongues tremors that warn us of ourselves (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold at the first showing (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold born in hearts yet etched in cold swingsets pay the playground toll tremors that hold us tremors that warn us nothing bleeds like (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold at the first showing (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
I must have read a thousand faces.
I must have robbed them of their cause. Sickened thirst, sickened thirst. Keeps it together. Soft white glow in the cranium. A bullseye made sedated. Beware! I must have read a thousand faces. And all these voices won't give up. Sickened thirst, sickened thirst. Glues it together. A catatonic leisure. At 1000 miles per hour. Beware! So who's in charge here? Barking out loud so clear. Because I'd really like to meet him. So who's in charge here? In the rear view of this mirror. Because I'd really like to meet him. So who's in charge here? Barking out loud and clear. Because I'd really like to meet him. Uproar east, strike west. (Sheng Tung, Che Hsi) Have you ever tasted skin? Sink your, sink your teeth in it. Have you ever tasted skin? Sink your teeth into. Have you ever? Beware! |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
The proposition
Handcuffed to the park bench Hypodermic people poking Fun at the living It takes the weight out of this It takes the weight out of living Are we just infants that are ripe for the training The opposition Can't feel the tentacle reach Suction cup the numb arms of the elderly Please lift the weight out of this Please take the weight out of living Let's let these walkers trip on Endless proof Pattern against user - dilated Bastard waiting for nothing Circus carny guarding The gates of heaven Like stuck in limbo abduction Wormed our way through Distant earth x 2 This intuition Limps with the cane of suspicion Folding space in the crease Of this page It takes the weight out of this It takes the weight out of - Trickling the ticking of this Grandfather clock The opposition Can't feel the tentacle reach Suction cup the numb arms of the elderly Pattern against user - dilated Bastard waiting for nothing Circus carny guarding The gates of heaven Like stuck in limbo abduction Wormed our way through Distant earth x 2 And if this clock keeps ticking away Will time be hesitated Of all the minutes that were taken away Will your watch be waiting Sand falls through Time portals These landfills - immortals And if this clock keeps beating down Let the branded time keep playing Of all the minutes that were taken away Will your watch be waiting Pattern against user - dilated Bastard waiting for nothing Circus carny guarding The gates of heaven Like stuck in limbo abduction Wormed our way through Distant earth x 4 |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Yes this is the campaign
Slithered entrails In the cargo bay Neutered is the vastness Hallow vacuum check the Oxygen tanks They hibernate But have they kissed the ground Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now Tease this amputation Splintered larynx It has access now Cut away, cut away Send transmission to The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Banked on memory Mummified circuitry Skin graft machinery Sputnik sickles found in the seats Self-destruct sequence This station is non-operational Species growing Bubbles in an IV loitering Unknown origins Is this the comfort of being afraid Solar eclipsed Black out the vultures As they wait Unknown, unknown Unknown, unknown Yeah! Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Dissect a trillion sighs away Will you get this letter Jagged pulp sliced in my veins I write to remember 'Cause I'm a million miles away Will you get this letter Jagged pulp sliced in my veins I write to remember I write to remember I write to remember Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Cut away, cut away Cut away, cut away |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Taser, taser, kindergarten nap, nap time
Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Highchair crumbles unannounced Like a draft from outside Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Beacon shined a light from the faulty tower Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Colossal in tons, unknowing it wants Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Atop this podium built of fixation (They like to choke) All utensils are fixed on you Cranes perched in scows, in the windows they would peek Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Snuck inside the sound of sleep Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies don't sweat the hemorrhaging gland don't sweat the hemorrhaging gland Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Feast upon your illness And let the puppet strings sag Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Atop this podium built of fixation (They like to choke) All utensils are fixed on you (They like it) Atop this podium split the confession Dripping with drool from the nerves Of this sentence Dripping with drool from the nerves Of this sentence Lazarus threw the party Lazarus threw the fight Lazarus threw the party Lazarus threw the fight Snuck inside the sound of sleep Snuck inside the sound of sleep Lazarus threw the party Lazarus threw the fight Cloak a dagger plot Her sovereign majesty Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Bullet ridden with vermin Be it the peasant stark frenzy Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Held onto its tusks, naked and disrobed Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies And the emperor still wears no clothes Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Atop this podium built of fixation (They like to choke) All utensils are fixed on you (They like it) Atop this podium split the confession (They like it) Dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence Dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence Confess...confess... Dripping from drool from the nerves of this sentence Confess... confess... Dripping from drool from the nerves of this sentence |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
They'd call it a wasteland
auslander plates you know its armor was human drove stakes into the main camps eyesockets sank into the back of its head again this frequency was jet lagged yes the wrinkles mate with the owner's manual with the owner's manual Frequent flyers in denial and all the while emergency is evident revenants were the statues radar learning of huddled masses CHORUS: sutured all the patients of this nursing home omitted from the pages of this burial ground (x2) labor concentrated in this sheepless chapel(x2) they call it a wasteland they call it a wasteland, baby they call it a wasteland they call it a wasteland, baby they call it a, they call it a, they call it a, they call it a CHORUS (x2) |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
"Hello?"
"Hello, mother leopard. I have your cub. You must protect her, but that will be expensive. 10,000 cola nuts, wrapped in brown paper. Midnight, behind the box. I'll be the hyena, you'll see." This could last us all a lifetime Limbs intact, untouched On the screen of a video tape Confined to bedposts we wait as lepers Upheld at knife's reach, Oh, we covet all the status quo. This syringe will take a lifespan It's filled with bait and tackle Try and catch us if you can... Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Meet us at the corner of 5th and Pontiac. But make sure that no one else is with you, If you wish to see them alive again. Then humor me with this request, Humor me with this request! In basements we will hide, Amnesia in our alibis... Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' They kept a close eye on your get well incentive (x2) Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Pinch history feel the pinch blistering
Pinch me in my dreams cause i'm still not listening X marks the spot on your calendar days A beard half eaten smiled crawling with legs Temper temper temperature Manuscript replica (Cu-cu-cu-cu-cut it) In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face Jigsaw pattern dominoes left a trail The whites of their eyes polaroids of the tale For our amusement we bring stares to the defendants Mechanical panaceas absolved by history Phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality The seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet Temper temper temperature Manuscript replica (cu-cu-cu-cu-cut it) Squirming through cuts in a throat cut it... cut it... |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
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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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
We sample from the shelves
Tore a page out of this chapter Deface the essays in the book that you're reading We are the leaches that stop the bleeding Deficit attention program By any means necessary Blare sirens to the library Whisper instructions to the book-wormed glossary Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying? Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying? Aeronautics hacked The spine of paragraphs Prepare to indent, a coma that read- Floating in a soundproof costume Here comes the monolith Brass knuckles for the hissie fit An abbreviation for the landing of fleets In-in-in-incoming Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying? Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying? (Am I supposed to die alone?) (Am I supposed to die alone?) Position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes Permission was hinted lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold (Am I supposed to die alone?) (Am I supposed to die alone?) Is it heavier than air? (Am I supposed to die alone?) Is it heavier than air? Is it heavier than air? (Am I supposed to die alone?) Is it heavier than air? Come on, run, c-c-c-come on... Position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes Permission was hinted lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold (Am I supposed to die alone?) Position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
I'm just tired of counting bodies
Is this mausoleum tardy Let's just paint you a pretty face Flies dip tongues into tear ducts In toothpicks fought unborn Contusion is hungry They still eat their young Proto-culture null and void All veins in highway laps This breath collapsed again This hex was delivered spent Orchestra influenza Drawn and quartered pets It dwells and grows This is the pocket sized edition Rabid sleep through benediction Let's just paint you a pretty face Museums mark their bodies down And the tenants found All the distance in their prefix Contusion is hungry They still eat their young Proto-culture null and void Fever bliss into central nervousness Bitten on the entrance I was bitten on the entrance |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Nuisance
An actor choking on nectar Nothing gotten Narcoleptics will cut off these patients blue arms Peg legged Sullen Drool on these words I've never uttered Yes I swear Out stayed our welcome A jab from behind Spoke on these crutches You wouldn't mind I had the rack ignored in your last implants Maiden winters Tickling whispers Sit still or you can't just listen Extra extra extracurricular Determine if the wick can burn Acid Cracked ribs Timber Class dismissed Sutured Swollen Spiteful of these silent urns Yes I swear Legs cracked and head dressed A jab from behind A trolley over the sun You wouldn't mind Bull legged attrition on this satellite Maiden winters Tickling whispers Sit still or you can't just listen Extra extra extracurricular Determine if the wick can burn The weak are supposed to die(x4) And you cant see this lighthouse Cause there's no place to go This siphon drinks the water But it will never grow |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Lark throated spit through beaks tonight
These gagging chirps were written in disguise What's that sound? Caskets floating Hey you did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb And you would ever attempt to kick from inside of this womb Hey you would you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils And in case you haven't noticed, we're already dead This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage... Pendulum swing through tantrm This scalpel's gaze untamed won't feel romantic What's that sound? Caskets floating In layman's term sewn through matrimony |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
This time I'm gonna take the collection baby.
And with the money in my hand, I'm gonna purchase all the details. Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping. Walking on tiptoed pickpocket fever. Racing up the scales of your thermometer. Turnbuckle tourniquet clotting the moonshine. Clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines. I'm singing happy, happy, happy valentines, yeah. I found feathers in your hit and run nest, yeah. Omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads. I found feathers in your hit and run nest, yeah. And when you say... And when she knocked me over, I looked inside the hearse. Sprouting chauvinistic swine, And written were the words. Poking butter with this knife. Allergic to this concubine. Racing by in a '56 Chevy, And we couldn't even pretend, To be alive... To be alive... To be alive... To be alive... To be alive... To be alive. I found feathers in your hit and run nest, yeah. Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping. I found feathers in your Hit and run Nest. |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
(Spoken:)
I had a friend who died for something he really loved. I had a friend who stood for none of the above. I had a friend whose experience was riddled with scars. Who got drunk one night in the trunk of Louie P.'s car. I had a friend who'd love to scare you, as was his affection. And tremble you did cause you weren't worthy of his friendship. I had a friend, but now he's stranded on the Mesa Street exit. And sometimes I'm jealous cause I'm still at the intersection. I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. Yes, there's blood on the median like a boat without oars. Duct tape the cross on the brown colored box. Well single file line on the unpaved road. (The road.) Well they tipped their hats, respect for the dead. (The road.) In Juarez, Mexico is where they buried my friend. There are no words To express the loss I feel since you've been away. You made a typical sad song, A physical classroom. Where I learned nothing. Just flashes of your, Face. Just flashes of your, Face. And my solution is: It's all a facade. It's all a facade. It's all a facade. And nothing really matters. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. It's all a facade. But nothing really matters. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it's all a facade. (The road.) Now he's stranded somewhere on the mesa street exit. (The road.) And sometimes I'm jealous 'cause I'm waiting at the intersection. (The road.) I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. (Blood.) Yes, there's blood on the median like a boat without oars. (Go.) I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. Too heavy to hold. Who'd felt too heavy to hold. And there's blood on the median like a boat without oars. Like a boat without oars. D-d-d-die. It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. But it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. It, it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it, it's all a facade. |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
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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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
You keep telling me,
This voltage hurts just a little. In the thickness of the van, You drop anchor if and when. Concealing all the thoughts, We hid and laughed forever. In the thickness of the van, You drop anchor if and when. Repelling essence swelling, something to blame. Bleeding profusely, outside looking tame. The nerve of your hometown... I'm drinking slovenly. Leave me alone, Leave me alone. I am not your brother. I see five holes In your flag. Repelling essence swelling, something to blame. And from these hands sweeps the grenade. I'm swimming down. Leave me alone, Leave me alone. (I am not your brother.) Well, I'm not your brother. I see five holes In your flag. Collect calling. The fuse is crawling. To the next hometown. Collect calling. The fuse is crawling. Can you feel the bite of my nails? (Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) Can you feel the bite of my nails? Leave me alone, Leave me alone. Well, I'm not your brother. I see five holes In your flag. Leave me alone, Leave me alone. I am not your brother. I see five holes In your flag. Yeah. Sink! Swim! Drown! Together! |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
Pregnant with the keys to your stick shift mood.
Can't get yourself ignition. Can't get yourself ignition. Grease-stained parking spot. Embed and loiter bottle tops. Dipped in the secretion of your syphilis flirtation. Must we go, Spell it out? Must we, Go spell it out? Roman candle. Cradles. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradles. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradle. Teething... "C" is for contraction, Thirty minutes apart. Umbilical agendas In the coup de jat. "C" is for the cul de sac, Tienanmen reverse. Parking all the grandeur In the backseat afterbirth. Grease-stained parking spot. L-l-l-loiter tops. The loiter tops. They're mine. They're dipped in the secretion. We are, Dipped in the secretion. Must we go, Spell it out for you and you and you and you? Must we go spell it out? Roman candle. Cradle. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradle. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradle. Teething dressed in innuendos. Mao Zedong fever in his petty stained glance. (Do we?) Do we gotta spell it out? (Do we?) Mao Zedong fever in his petty stained glance. (Do we? Do we? Do we? Do we?) His petty stained glance. Mao Zedong fever in his lint tipton. (Do we? Do we? Do we? Do we?) In this cursive dysentery. Mao Zedong fever in his petty stained glance. (Do we? Do we? Do we? Do we?) |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
So we saw,
The opportunities. The stitch and thread, With no down payments. Our neighbors see it through their own eyes. The others hear the story through the grapevine. Well, dot your "I"'s. Cross your "T"'s. This forfeiture's the burden of another, another. And all those friends you thought you had, Are laughing at and not with you. And all those friends you thought you knew, You'd trade it all for a tank full of fuel. Of fuel, yeah. I'm gonna trade it all... Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. All the warmth that a boy can give. With a sheepskin costume, I'm a truant officer. (Unknown) Dot your "I"'s. Cross your "T"'s. The burden of another. Cross your "I"'s. Dot your "T"'s. This forfeiture's the burden of another, another. Dot your "T"'s. Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. Well, all the warmth that a boy can give. Sheepskin costume, I'm the truant officer. I got a tank full of fuel. Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. All the warmth that a boy can give. The tank full of fuel. Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. It's all the warmth a boy can give. Sheepskin costume, And I'm the truant officer. I got a tank full of fuel. |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
Pigeon-holed decision.
Making all my mind's made up. I only colored outside the lines, Because I forgot. Stenciled teen initials That were carved, On the roof of my mouth. Only to mark the words of so-and-so. Fuck so-and-so. So-and-so. I've been dancing in the bathroom stalls, Excreting words meant for this song. Well, I'm kicking in windows. It makes music to me. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die with dignity. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. Pallbearer, we are and all that we never get. And all my little pushes fall on your, Deaf! Ears! (x4) Kicking in these windows. Kicking in these windows. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark. Kicking in these windows. In these windows. It's on the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. It's on the roof of my mouth. Kicking in these windows. Kicking in these windows. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. On the roof of my mouth. Tickling with contusions. Paper bag masks hiding infantile music. No pictures, Just words. Are you afraid of our books? Illiterate cells, For the valley of mules. Well, I've been dancing in the bathroom stalls, Excreting words just for this song. Well, I'm kicking in windows. And you know what? It just does make music to me. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die with dignity. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die with dignity. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We're gonna die. Pallbearer, we are and all that we never get. And all my little pushes fall on your, Deaf! Ears! (x4) Kicking in these windows. It's on the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. It's on the roof of my mouth. Kicking in these windows. Kicking in these windows. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the... Kicking in these windows. |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
I'm an incision,
The kind that glistens. And not to mention we appeal when we've healed. I'm an incision, Just an incision. I've got Polaroid value in a celluloid way. With twelve hard years, Of currency. And they trade it all, For the current scene. I'm an incision, The kind that glistens. Polaroid value, celluloid way. This air condition, Is on intermission. We're burning on the border like they said we would. I'm an incision, Just an incision. The kind that glistens, And we appeal when we've healed. Burning in on the borders like they said that we would. With twelve hard years, Of currency. And they trade it all, For the current scene. They're partial to the way you speak. Blue tagged and blue tagged, blue tagged and incomplete. We're burning on the borders like they said that we would. It's been twelve hard years, yeah. They're partial to the way you speak. We're burning on the borders like they said we would. This intermission is on intermission. The kind that you get when you're burning on the border. With twelve hard years, Of currency . And they trade it all, For the current scene, The current scene. |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
Substation,
Submerging. Suburban disturbance. Incoherent gourding. Coating of arms. They came a knocking paranoia in the walls, Where we heard family dying while the band played on, I said the band played on. Told sky to leave to the east. Bay clone. (Weren't you taking me to my home.) (Are you gonna take me to my home. Weren't you taking me home. Secret service, We deserve this. We lost the friends, To the pavement. Yeah, to the pavement. Substation, Subconscious. Well, let's do our William Tell routine. (Let's do it.) Let's do our William Tell routine. We're chewing on the goodyear. (Yeah.) With handcuffs on the wristwatch. (Wristwatch.) We're chewing on the goodyear (Chewing.) Let's do our William Tell routine. (Yeah!) Substation, Subconscious. Submerging. Suburban disturbance. Incoherent gourding. They came a knocking paranoia in the walls, Were we heard family dying while the band played on, The band played on. The coating of arms. The coating of arms. [Unknown] Substation Submerging |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
K-k-k-kiss and kill your boyfriend.
And all rich ones too. Rich kids of the world unite. Rich kids of the... Dime on the bleachers, Head says not that far away But the only way up is down, And I keep on falling. Flip it again, But the answer hasn't spared a change. Doesn't matter how much time, You'll never forget that forgetting's required. Served on a platter of fakes, It's inevitable: We're proud to be pricks. We're proud to be assholes. We're proud to be assholes. We're proud to be assholes. We're proud to be assholes. Picking up the pieces one by one. Picking up the pieces one by one. Picking up the pieces one by one. Picking up the pieces! Picking up the pieces one by... Don't let it, don't let it ride. Don't let it ride. Don't let it, don't let it ride. Answer. Someone, Anyone. Won't you pick up the pieces You left Behind? Answer. Someone, Anyone. Won't you pick up the pieces You left, Behind? Kiss and kill your boyfriend. |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
kid creole killed all of his own people
instigate the beat genuflecting in the steeple video killed what we once stood for who we gonna look to now? if these walls could speak i wouldn't tell them anything don't ask me press eject and give me the tape if you know what's good for you ghetto blasting on the basement floor if these walls could speak i wouldn't tell them anything don't ask me press eject and give me the tape if you know what's good for you ghetto blasting on the basement floor |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
we all become
what we most dislike in this picket fence cartel tell? there's nothing left to tell what have we become cycle all over again filled the shoes 'til i was ten in front of the classroom in front of my peers that day will always be remembered 'cause it was etched in tears daddy taught well at the end of his belt we all become what we most dislike the walk is too long and i'm tired tell? there's nothing left to tell what will i become when it's my turn again will it hurt me more than it hurts them scotch tape the volume of my mouth withold the expression that i wasn't allowed daddy taught well at the end of his belt |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
Valmara! Valmara! Valmara!
Flechettes kiss me with the lisp of your shrapnel caress. Lost this arm! Lost this leg! Lost this diving board! A belly flopped proposal of "Let's be friends". Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Prosthetic, prosthetic, prosthetic. Blemish necro is the velcro on the charred appendage. Cauterize solder gun in the melting of seeds. Oh dear god, what a tangled web we weave. Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! All we are are failed attempts, Propelled by stilt-legged presidents. Incarcerate the mason fence, Like flechettes, Flechettes! Flechettes! I'm not biting the lead, My pencil's broken again. We will fill in the blanks, Or you can cheat off your, Flechettes! Flechettes! I'm not biting the lead, My pencil's broken again. We will fill in the blanks, So i can cheat off your, Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! (Vocal Interlude) Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! All we are are failed attempts, Propelled by stilt-legged presidents. Incarcerate the mason fence, Like flechettes. |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
This is the accent of the halfhearted land.
Does it all make sense now? And if the ship was built in bottled sand, Does it all make sense now? The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon. Does it all make sense now? Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? The tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." A mirror was splintered on the decks floor. Does it all make sense now? A stowaway that lived beneath this hull. Does it all make sense now? The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon. Yes, it all makes sense now. Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? This tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore. Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? Breathe the taste of salt water. Dry-heave up and overboard! Ponce de Leon wrinkles. Let's make it young again! Boat drinks for captains. Row our boat, stowaway! Boat drinks for captains. Row our boat, stowaway! Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? The tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore. All makes sense now. If your map was torn, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. If your compass broke, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. If your map was torn, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
In the humble stench of nativity,
Hummed the smell of television snow. A faint S.O.S. flickering, Riding on the coattails of your ground zero. Neighborhood footprints ingrown. The daylight savings time will never know of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster. Your lover's quarrel ended up in a crawspace. Dental identities will tell us apart. Teeth marked and bounded with sighs. "Step into my parlor." said the spider to the fly. Stable hooved footprints ingrown. Cloak and dagger music blared in ohms of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold. Ingrown! Ingrown! Ingrown! Ingrown! More caliber per capita. Ingrown! Ingrown! More caliber per capita. Ingrown! More caliber per capita. More, more, more, more caliber per capita. More, more caliber per capita. More caliber per capita. Neighborhood footprints ingrown. The daylight savings time will never know. Breakfast table search teams implode. The milk cartons that pour will never know of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold. |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
strike this match
and let loose the oven's breath up the volume that flirts with the UHF swipe the magnets on the audio tape these arsons of grand larceny keep running, keep running in place achilles tendon severed from the race quick to the throat in this ink cartridge funeral the marble caps lock zip code affiliate you've got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old set the temperature on delete keep running, keep running in place let's hit the neighborhood today quick to the throat in this ink cartridge funeral marble caps lock zip code affiliate you've got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old you've got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old prescriptions filled now cut your suit and tie cuticles you cut your fingernails way too short what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you we'll find you what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
this is forgiven
if the uniform fits postponed, at the first showing this is the tension mold of frozen icicles and it feels like it's snowing you speak in tongues tremors that warn us of ourselves (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold at the first showing (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold nothing bleeds the same my travel expenses paid postponed, at the first showing this dance is out of rhythm we trip on excess steps postponed, at the first showing you speak in tongues tremors that warn us of ourselves (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold at the first showing (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold born in hearts yet etched in cold swingsets pay the playground toll tremors that hold us tremors that warn us nothing bleeds like (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold at the first showing (walk away) born in hearts etched in cold |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
Yes this is the campaign
Slithered entrails In the cargo bay Neutered is the vastness Hallow vacuum check the Oxygen tanks They hibernate But have they kissed the ground Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now Tease this amputation Splintered larynx It has access now Cut away, cut away Send transmission to The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Banked on memory Mummified circuitry Skin graft machinery Sputnik sickles found in the seats Self-destruct sequence This station is non-operational Species growing Bubbles in an IV loitering Unknown origins Is this the comfort of being afraid Solar eclipsed Black out the vultures As they wait Unknown, unknown Unknown, unknown Yeah! Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Dissect a trillion sighs away Will you get this letter Jagged pulp sliced in my veins I write to remember 'Cause I'm a million miles away Will you get this letter Jagged pulp sliced in my veins I write to remember I write to remember I write to remember Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Cut away, cut away Cut away, cut away |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
"Hello?"
"Hello, mother leopard. I have your cub. You must protect her, but that will be expensive. 10,000 cola nuts, wrapped in brown paper. Midnight, behind the box. I'll be the hyena, you'll see." This could last us all a lifetime Limbs intact, untouched On the screen of a video tape Confined to bedposts we wait as lepers Upheld at knife's reach, Oh, we covet all the status quo. This syringe will take a lifespan It's filled with bait and tackle Try and catch us if you can... Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Meet us at the corner of 5th and Pontiac. But make sure that no one else is with you, If you wish to see them alive again. Then humor me with this request, Humor me with this request! In basements we will hide, Amnesia in our alibis... Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' They kept a close eye on your get well incentive (x2) Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
I'm just tired of counting bodies
Is this mausoleum tardy Let's just paint you a pretty face Flies dip tongues into tear ducts In toothpicks fought unborn Contusion is hungry They still eat their young Proto-culture null and void All veins in highway laps This breath collapsed again This hex was delivered spent Orchestra influenza Drawn and quartered pets It dwells and grows This is the pocket sized edition Rabid sleep through benediction Let's just paint you a pretty face Museums mark their bodies down And the tenants found All the distance in their prefix Contusion is hungry They still eat their young Proto-culture null and void Fever bliss into central nervousness Bitten on the entrance I was bitten on the entrance |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
So what comes now
Run through the answers and you can feel the scratching Get down This breed bring it against so coy A levitated incubation Instincts with imprinted cryptic code A dotted line hit return dash dash If you took the time to unmask Retrace the mockers of intemperance In with the herd Split poison ivy scratch rash This calamine lotion made my skin feel good Right before me they sat A snitch inaugurated Lets slip the hunger of these carnivores This kin is a knock knock knocking on your door Is it welcome if it happens Heart sowed a trick - or - treat overture With this promiscuous livestock Every day is November first in this Sodom and Gomorrah Get down Run through the answers and you can feel the scratching Get down Yeah This coup was made of incognito (x3) In with the herd Split poison ivy scratch rash This calamine lotion made our skin feel good Right before me they sat A snitch inaugurated Lets slip the hunger of these carnivores Get down Run through the answers and you can feel the scratching Get down Yeah yeah yeah Quartets from the heir to the throne (x3) |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
chances are you've heard this
but your headphones mute your equilibrium the mattress hit, the mistress fooled but nothing ever felt this good wake you up and shake you but your motor skills still speak in slurs court jester, don't kill the humour court jester, don't kill the humour chances are you've cursed this the volume of the speakers must be proud don't change your tune a princess' work is never done in the bed and breakfast beck and call wake you up and shake you but your motor skills still speak in slurs court jester, don't kill the humour court jester, don't kill the humour eeyore, chase your own eeyore, chase your own court jester, don't kill the humour court jester, don't kill the humour brown shirt, italian cut goose step and call our bluff (will your ears ring the tetinitus chorus goes will the decibels work as bifocals) brown shirt, italian cut goose step and call our bluff (will your ears ring the tetinitus chorus goes will the decibels work as bifocals) chances are you've heard this chances are you've cursed this again don't change your tune in hearing tests again court jester, don't kill the humour court jester, don't kill the humour eeyore, chase your own eeyore, chase your own court jester, don't kill the humour brown shirt, italian cut goose step and call our bluff (will your ears ring the tetinitus chorus goes will the decibels work as bifocals) brown shirt, italian cut goose step and call our bluff (will your ears ring the tetinitus chorus goes will the decibels work as bifocals) brown shirt, italian cut goose step and call our bluff brown shirt, italian cut goose step and call our bluff chances are you've heard this chances are you've cursed this again |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
This time I'm leaving you
This time I'm leaving you This time I'm never coming back, never coming back, never coming back Pack my bags you'll never see my face again Never coming back [x3] I'm leaving you If you never Never see my face again [x3] If you never see my face again Coming back Never coming back [x7] This time I'm leaving you Iforgot to say good night I forgot to say good morning [x2] I'm leaving you Never coming back [x4] |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
of fences with switches
turn them on the moats of your homes poured salt on these slugs mugshot fatigue shimmering pacemaker pace yourself you were slowly clawing your way out tourniquet of gossip on a board of checkered chess salt ring probing in case of emergency stampede is coming mastodon infantry radiate this frequency and show me just what the hell you mean pacemaker pace yourself you were slowly clawing your way out here comes the bride here comes the bride lavender and smothered in black turpentine pacemaker pace yourself you were slowly clawing your way out |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
in a river, the color of red
emerged the baby's head wrap her up in the news of the world dump her on a doorstep, girl this night has opened my eyes and i will never sleep again you kicked and cried like a bullied child a grown man of 25 he said he's cure your ills but he didn't and he never will so--so save your life because you only got one the dream is gone but the baby is real oh--you did a good thing she could have been a poet or she could have been a fool oh--you did a bad thing and i'm not happy and i'm not sad a chilvirous child on a swing remind you of your mom again? she took away your troubles oh--but then again she left pain so--so save your life because you only got one the dream is gone but the baby is real oh--you did a good thing she could have been a poet or she could have been a fool oh--you did a bad thing and i'm not happy and i'm not sad you did a bad thing you did a bad thing and i'm not happy and i'm not sad (repeat 2x) |
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from At The Drive-In - This Station Is Non-Operational (2007)
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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from At The Drive-In - One Armed Scissor [single] (2000)
Yes this is the campaign
Slithered entrails In the cargo bay Neutered is the vastness Hallow vacuum check the Oxygen tanks They hibernate But have they kissed the ground Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now Tease this amputation Splintered larynx It has access now Cut away, cut away Send transmission to The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Banked on memory Mummified circuitry Skin graft machinery Sputnik sickles found in the seats Self-destruct sequence This station is non-operational Species growing Bubbles in an IV loitering Unknown origins Is this the comfort of being afraid Solar eclipsed Black out the vultures As they wait Unknown, unknown Unknown, unknown Yeah! Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Dissect a trillion sighs away Will you get this letter Jagged pulp sliced in my veins I write to remember 'Cause I'm a million miles away Will you get this letter Jagged pulp sliced in my veins I write to remember I write to remember I write to remember Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Cut away, cut away Cut away, cut away |
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from At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept. [single] (2001)
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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from At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept. [single] (2001)
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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from At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept. [single] (2001)
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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