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Heavens Album


Patent Pending (09/12/2006)
09/12/2006
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This garden's growing hunger like your growing fly trap smile
This coming harvest season finds it's stretching on for miles
We do or kill most anyone to be
Its do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D.

G.O.D.

We magnetize this opposite by pull of frequency
The anger grows in fields as far as naked eyes can see
Blood drops from the sky like acid rain
From tongue to nervous systematic shame
We do or kill most anyone to be
Its do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D.

G.O.D.

The blood drops from the sky like acid rain
From tongue to nervous systematic shame
We do or kill most anyone to be
Its do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D.

G.O.D.

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Won't you please step inside?
Something to show, something to share
My knife wants to hide, deep inside of you
I'll announce the grand prize
Arterial spray-paints the carpet
Before your eyes
Better believe it

Take this back
If you really want to
Take this back
I'm counting on you

Want to take you aside
And softly whisper questions at you
As you slowly die, gripping to my shirt
The consolation prize for coming in last
Wishful thinking, cut down to size
Cut up on the floor watching me smile
Take this back
If you really want to
Take this back
I'm counting on you

I'm counting on you [x4]

Won't you please step inside?
Something to show, something to share
My knife still wants to hide
Deep inside of you
I'll announce the grand prize
Arterial spray-painted carpet
Before your eyes
Better fucking believe it

Take this back
If you really want to
Take this back
I'm counting on you

I'm counting on you [x4]

. . .



Tell me heather
Why do you never answer the phone?
When it rings, does it sing "caller unknown"?
Telling you to run away and hide
To early in the day for talking
I got a feeling you're busy painting
Children in death and decay

Heather, do you ever answer the phone?
Is it me, or does it seem you left it at home
Telling me you went to get provisions
Maybe off to find new scissors
Maybe you're busy taking pictures
Up in the cemetery

Oh..ohoh

Telling you to run away and hide
To early in the day for talking
I got a feeling you're busy painting
Children in death and decay
Maybe you went to get provisions
Or off to find new scissors
Maybe you're busy taking pictures
Up in the cemetery

. . .



Bring your bored, bring your broken hearted
Got a vessel that we've chartered
Into the wide open sea
The two of us dearly departed

Bring a book with a happy ending
A remix of the message sending
Shining clean, this guillotine
New and improved
Patent pending

Place a curse on the hearse were driving
Cut the brake lines, end up dying
Glad to be traumatically
Against the ropes lost all hope trying
Finding ways to break the silence
And to quench our taste for violence
Shadow free monstrosities
Crafting the fine art, have patience

High time we swore off everything we know
Sit tight well be back in six minutes or so

Bring your bored, Bring your broken hearted
We've got a vessel that we've chartered
Into the wide open sea
The two of us dearly departed
Bring a book with a happy ending
A remix of the message sending
Headless dreams of guillotines
Sharpened clean, never ending

High time we swore off everything we know
Sit tight well be back in six minutes or so
High time we swore off everything we know
Sit tight well be back with 666 in tow

High time we swore off everything we know
Sit tight well be back in six minutes or so
High time we swore off everything we know
Sit tight well be back with 666 I know

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Dead end girl on the outside looking in
On a dead end world in which she cannot live
And she'd love to leave for some place all alone
And she'd love to live
Far from every face or name she's ever known

No, I can't say I blame her
No, I can't say i blame her

My, oh my dead end girl
My, oh my

Dead end girl made a promise to herself
That this dead end world will be forced to eat itself at gun point

No, I can't say I blame her
No, how can you blame her?

My, oh my dead end girl
My, oh my

Dead end girl on the outside looking in
On a dead end world
One of which she cannot live
And she'd love to leave for someplace nice and cold
And she'd love to live far from me or anyone she's ever known

My dead end girl

But then I stopped and took a piece
I found myself looking in it
Found myself drowning in it
Lost myself for a minute
The same face in the same mirror
With his eyes a little clearer
We watched the reflection standing
This is only the beginning

My dead end girl [x2]
No, dead end girl [x2]

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Doves

[No lyrics]

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Another night with your head in the oven
Simmering like a heat wave over you
Sweat drops hiss at the bottom
Blood droplets cook like glue

They left you with nothing
And left me for dead
Went out and lost your senses
Went out and lost my head

In deceit, disbelief, they're laughing
As we faint in these houses burning down
In the smoke and the heat we're gasping
For a breath of some fresh air in this town

So save for me, the pleasantries
How pathetic this must sound
To patiently still be craving
A taste of the good life in this town

They left you with nothing
And left me for dead
Went out and lost your senses
Went out and lost my head

In deceit, disbelief, they're laughing
As we faint in these houses burning down
In the smoke and the heat we're gasping
For a breath of some fresh air in this town

We'll make believe
That we still dream
Of one day finally getting out

They left you with nothing
And left me for dead
Went out and spent your senses
Went out and sold my head

They left you with nothing [x2]
They left you with nothing
And left me for dead
And they left us gasping
For one last breath

So save for me, the pleasantries
How pathetic this must sound
To patiently still be craving
A taste of the good life in this town

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Annabelle, Annabelle
Where'd you run off to?
Annabelle, oh Annabelle
I'm lost without you

I'm in hell, I'm in hell
Down here waiting
Annabelle, wish you could tell what I've been contemplating

Leave it to the angels of the lies
To bring you back to me
Sing to me, tonight

Annabelle, Annabelle
Where've you been hiding?
Annabelle, sweet Annabelle
Since you stopped dying

I'm in hell, oh I'm in hell
Alone and hated
Annabelle, wish you could tell things got too complicated

Leave it to the angels of the lies
To bring you back to me
To sing to me, tonight

Everything's been slowly broken down
Into pieces, into nothing
Now with you no longer dancing
Leaving me to second guessing
Why you left and where you're going
Maybe its best left alone
Like you

Leave it to the angels of the lies
To bring you back to me
To sing to me, tonight

Everything's been slowly broken down
Into pieces, into nothing
Now with you no longer dancing
Leaving me to second guessing
Why you left and where you're going
Maybe its best left alone
Like you

Alone like you [x3]
Alone

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I've been watching you up in the corner
Watching you from down below
I've watching you dance in the shadows
Watching you I'm falling to pieces

And when everything that you do loses beauty
When everything's taboo and unkind
And the only thing you ever dream of is sharpening knives
Sharpening knives

I've been watching you up in the corner
Watching you from down below
I've watching you dance in the darkness
Watching you I'm falling to pieces

And when everything that you do loses beauty
When everything's taboo and unkind
And the only thing you ever dream of is sharpening knives
Sharpening knives

Sharpening knives [x4]

Sharpening knives (I've been watching you...) [x8]

And when everything that you do loses beauty
When everything's taboo and unkind
And the only thing you ever dream of is sharpening knives
Sharpening knives

Sharpening knives (I've been watching you...)
I've been watching you

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We came down with a crushing might
I might be mistaken
We came down with a sickening flight
Forever forsaken

We got all bent right out of shape
Hopelessly dreadful
Cut through miles of blood-red tape
Confessed a gaping mouthful

Too much, too late [x3]

We came down with a crushing might
Something so rotten
We gave up fighting a good fight
Forever forgotten

We got all bent right out of shape
Hopelessly dreadful
Cut through miles of blood-red tape
Confessed a gaping mouthful

Too much, too late [x3]
No love, No hate
Too much, too late [x3]
No love, no hate

We came down with a crushing might
I might be mistaken
We came down with a sickening flight
Forever forsaken

We got all bent right out of shape
Hopelessly dreadful
Cut through miles of blood-red tape
Confessed a gaping mouthful

Too much, too late [x3]
No love, No hate
Too much, too late [x3]
True love, True hate

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The night is falling, thank God
I hear the calling of the skeletons under the sun
The skeletons under the sun

The day is dying, big smile
Pose through the camera, a giant step for your kind
One of a kind

Don't leave just yet
Quiet on the set
Let's give this one more go
Make ourselves ill, poppin' sugar pills
Will swallow nice and slow

Don't leave just yet
We've just had a wreck
I'll need your name and phone
And water for these slow-dying trees
Where gardens used to grow

The sky is falling, straight down
It's come to crush us and leave us in our blood to drown
Barely making sound
The streets are painted so still
Can hear the breathing, the making sense of the spill
Enough to make you wanna kill

Don't leave just yet
Quiet on the set
Let's give this one more go
And make ourselves ill poppin' sugar pills
Will swallow nice and slow

Don't leave just yet
We've just had a wreck
I'll need your name and phone
And water for these slow-dying trees
Where gardens used to grow

Don't leave just yet
Quiet on the set
Let's give this one more go
And make ourselves ill poppin' sugar pills
Will swallow nice and slow

Don't leave just yet
We've just had a wreck
I'll need your name and phone
And water for these slow-dying trees
Where gardens used to grow

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