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Kindness is a Currency
02:26
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Sing songs of praise, let your freedom be taken. Worship the lie, is your third eye awaken. Stop what you’re doing, can you solve this riddle. It’s hurting my head, fucking stings like a needle.
Leave all this behind. Give me your money it is all mine. What would I do with an empty city.
Breaking the ice, all they wanted was you. Are you a gentile or are you a jew.
Are you even happy now. Check your mistakes, you are careless. Are you happy now you are one of us. There is no escape from this. Congratulations, you are now a citizen.
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Caliban
03:17
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Know that you’ll die; your spirit across the garden built. Something happens to me on the way out. Maybe it’s too close. Help me on this, you promised to hold on tight.
Take my hand you won’t want to wander these parts alone, you see we’re sick and tired. Walk through the killing floor. It’s coming down right through your skin
Would you still be smiling, the mirrors break, forever ends today.
Fate in my hands, I’m writing rays through you. Fell through the cracks, I’m writing rays right through you. Signed with goodbyes, I’ve never received a...
Now I see you’re pulling me into the crypt with you. Now I see we’re killing me.
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Indian Burn
03:15
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Don’t look me that way, someone has poisoned the well. I went through hell and now I’m here. Driving the clock, dead gears show no sign of ever stopping. None could I say, it will decline all eventually.
Constantly seek what cannot be delivered in this fucking life. What the fuck did you think would happen. Perpetual conflict with never ending sickness or resolution.
Seek; we are the things. An illusion. Having accretion of sensory.
Hand in extinction. Walk on. Weaving an endless circle. I want out.
What cannot be delivered. Cycle of death.
Time is a flat circle. Everything we have done or will do, we will do over.
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So you thought you’d be playing in shallow water. Fill it up to the top. That noose you’re tying is slowly shaping to your neck. And you’d wish you believed. Here you lay shitfaced. Crumbling from within that smile is the last to go.
Speak up, tell me how it feels. Tell it like it is you son of a bitch. There is no coming back from this. Where we go from here.
Stop fading to black. The world isn’t done with you and neither am I.
Weaknesses are showing themselves. Run forever and leap off that ledge. You aren’t worth the fucking mess. Leap off that ledge. Oh how ironic is it that I’m left to the scraps. I’m sorry for your existence. Do us a favor, get rid of yourself.
Upon thy so sore loss shall shine the traffic of, pitched between Heaven and Charing Cross.
I wouldn't see you at a freak show, even if it's free. You're hopeless I hope they lynch you to a tree. Die at a freak show, I'll watch it for free. You're hopeless I hope they lynch you to a tree.
So you thought you’d be playing in shallow water. That noose you’re tying is slowly shaping to your neck.
Speak up, tell me how it feels. I can't hear you.
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Glassmouth Singapore
Vocalist - R
Bassist - L
Drummer - J
Guitars - C
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