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Unholy Relics
04:18
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Have I died and gone to hell?
The rank s__t smell?
The carnival of freaks?
I’d scream your name but I can’t speak.
F__k what I see when I close my eyes.
And f__k what I hear on the inside.
I never wanted to disappear with a fake friend,
And I never wanna wee your f__kin face again.
You’ll never have to see me ‘cause I’m already dead,
So would you please get the hell out of my head?
You keep showing up in all of my sick visions;
A sick reminder of s__t times and bad decisions.
You left me outside with nothing left but nothing to lose.
With nothing to love except for more money and cheap booze.
And if I ever wake up from this nightmare,
I swear to god when I open my eyes I hope there’s nothing there.
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"Where Are the Angels?"
04:17
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I've been looking, but I haven't seen an angel.
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Arena
04:07
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Wrapped up in marble, we are iron clad and leather bound.
Sword to sandal, cured in oil, grinning teeth in sandy lips,
We await you.
Drums pounding, trumpets blare.
The sun blue and white in heat.
Now, ringing arms and clattered fist,
Let us clash like a wave
Bursting against the stone belly of my mighty ship.
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4. |
Interlude No. 1
00:33
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Help Me, I'm Dreaming
04:20
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David has probably never stopped to think what a wonderful thing sleep is.
In sleep, the muscles of the body are relaxed.
It’s the most perfect way to relax that we have.
(help me, I’m dreaming about you again)
The body’s temperature is lower; dreams are normal too.
(help me, I’m dreaming about you again)
Dreams don’t seem to make much sense, do they?
Do they?
Do they?
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6. |
It's a Secret
04:04
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Dirty secrets, going fast. Get ‘em quick ‘cause they never last.
Pink princess twice removed; sex tested and drug approved.
Money come and money go; will I waken? I don’t know.
Faces yellow with frozen eyes,
As every halo slowly dies.
Hollywood, so good; burn me up like firewood.
Dream world, so fine; my head locked and my tongue tied.
Hollywood, so good; burn me up like firewood.
Dream world, so fine; my head locked and my tongue tied.
Crouching sinner in the dust; you shouldn’t listen but you know you must.
Heavy whisper, looking back, slipping money between the crack.
Howling voices in the night, sickly bodies burning bright.
A foolish mother gently cries while every halo slowly dies.
Hollywood, so good; burn me up like firewood.
Dream world, so fine; my head locked and my tongue tied.
Hollywood, so good; burn me up like firewood.
Dream world, so fine; my head locked and my tongue tied.
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7. |
Interlude No. 2
00:57
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I woke up in a dream, running in a circle.
I could hear you laughing in another world.
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Self-Deconstruction
05:53
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First the fingers, then the feet;
both the blinking eyes.
Lips and nose and tiny rows of teeth,
to my surprise.
Tracks of skin, and meat within;
webs of bloody veins.
Bones break through, and marrow too,
'til nothing else remains.
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9. |
Lunarian
05:48
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Give me life!
Take me home!
Silver eyes,
I’m going back
I'm going back
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