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I am the liar's nation, oh yeah
I am the undisputed god, oh yeah
I am the maggot's muscle, magnet missile, your mother's pisshole
Magnifishit, master of it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Master of it all, oh yeah, oh yeah
I am the answer's question, oh yeah
I am the undisputed lie, oh yeah
I am the greatest lesson's righteous persons raving servants
Makes it worse and altogether bad, oh yeah, bad, oh yeah
I am the infant's nightmare (I am) oh yeah
I am the infinite disguise (I am) oh yeah
I am the greatest person to hate the small one's only leisure
Due to scrape and eat behind my lies, oh yeah, oh yeah
Master of it all, oh yeah, oh yeah
Master of it all, oh yeah, oh yeah
Master of it all, oh yeah, oh yeah
Master of it all
Home sinking, full of blood
What's going on? Is something wrong?
All the armies fighting in our house
Oh yeah, oh yeah, master of it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah, master of it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah, master of it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah, master of it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah, master of it all
Master of it all
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"Where you gonna go? Where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide?
Nowhere. Because there's no one like you left." -Bodysnatchers
Find
Words fade above the snow
The carved out somebody stitch
The carver's all who waves surrender
Through all tempers looking back
The skin begins to crack
Those ever double jointed blamers
Fine
Closed off no power the wheel inside no peace
No feeling all disease around security
Eyes
Devised the cycles find
A call that's never caught
Beneath the locusts timed decision
Find
The vice grips never freed
A crease upon one's debt
And never paying forward
Hate
What will we won't be late
What will be left today
When nothing left to beg the moral
Fate
What is it left can't you say
Who will be left to pay
When ugly crippled eyes remain
Fine
Closed off devoured the meat inside of me
In freeing all afraid of life eternity
Eyes
Burning of sorrow deep craving inside no teeth
Holding on nothing left to be believed
Fear
What will we want with fear
The time of bombing near
With nothing left to have or hope for
Pain
What is there left to say
An ancient plan to pay
With blood and shit tomorrow
Shame
We will be learning shame
Until we play the game
That in the end will bring disorder
Race
What will be left to say
When nothing is the same
And all this shit goes over
"Where you...nowhere...like you left...go...where you "
Stepping out behind mask
Kiss the mercantile abscess
Run behind (teach fertile?) blood
The fingernails are dirty
Face the combination loss
And go toward the final cost
A cripple's desk, a lost foothold
Suffering at the end scene
Fine
Closed off devoured the meat inside of me
In freeing all afraid of life eternity
"Get in line...no you can't, my my....happily remove one body...nearly knew.
It's not dead...every way it's not lice laden where you going to go."
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Death feels like the butterfly
Can't escape the scarred lie
Real relationships must die
Underneath a scarred lie
We globalize the others lies
We sanctify the great disguise
What if change gate
Don't watch it show your shape
Desperate in death
Death will tell them
Death will kill them
Death will tell
First everything must recede
Then all will tell us to fear
And hear the sullen respite clears
Into a time never wanted here
We globalize the others lies
We sanctify the great disguise
We globalize the others lies
We sanctify the great disguise
Reach through a life's test own
Being the worm crawling through
Death feels like a butterfly
Can't escape the scarred lie
Real relationships must die
Underneath a scar
Now I'll break on tonight
I'll escape light light
I'll escape one tonight
Gravitate slice slice
On the voice I reunite it's nothing at all
Once divided other sticks all through the eyes of blue
Reach through a life's test own
Being the worm crawling through
I'll escape, one tonight
Gravitate slice slice
I'll escape, one tonight
Gravitate slice slice
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Sitting there pecking at the picture of perfection
Waking at the time, fine brain matter
Looking at the blood with the brimming of a dead head
Wondering if the sunshine will ever catch your eye
Picking at the dead skin
How does gonorrhea feel?
Once you read keep us fed
Falling off a horse's hind
Diggin' me sunshine where's the other bigger sin
Deep inside the house before the roof caved in
Getting in psy trance watching 'til you half sin
Piece a lie, made it hymm and killing him
Pedaflies flocking by, testified he's chickened out
After all is said and done we live to shit, to kill, to come
Pain his trust his tragedy
Why is everything so needy
Oh no says half to pain nor chance
Today a laughter shake
Pain his trust t'his tragedy
Pain his trust t'his tragedy
Pain his trust t'his tragedy
Why is everything so needy
Testing their pecking young blood, piecing along, perfection
Would you let time better, fine brain matter
Testing their pecking gun, there piecing along perfection
Waging if the time better, fine brain matter
"Any medical student could've seen that the eyes were torn from the body by nothing other than human fingers!"
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It's come to rape the soul
The meaning of control
Ot's waiting for
It's waiting obscene
In dark dishonest times
The strangest things unwind
And undermine the undecided things
Forced time
All divided
Trips fine line
Warmth and craziness
Little spilling
Facing death
That binds the tie
Push aside
Unrelenting lip smack
Talks
Read the moving lips
Willing pillows
Breaks the neck
Hung out to die
And in the steep of luck
My god feels false and sold
To exercise what seems that cannot hold
Craving
Anything
What's going down
Replicate
Left it down on to hit
What is it
Nothing
Thrust knives
Deep the bed abyss
Why try
Overcoming this
When the killing
Shapes the wrist
To paint the sky red eye
Crossed eyes
Undecided
Shed time
Lies
All because of this
Whether killing takes my breath
A lasting sigh
All life starts with death
All death starts with life
Ever circles back again
Never falls to regain
All life is with hope
All hope is to know
Righteous places
Righteous times
Even though
We live to die
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Must be leading the lightning socket
Read backwards are fucking our pocket
None of this means, so better not fuck it
Chinese way; capital inside!
Who's been dropping shit lays talking
Everyone smells your life when you walkin'
Lies all living on a piece of shit
Domination, domination dirty termination,
Dirties up definition, dirties up denom denom
Drop won't make it up
It is enough, it is enough, it is enough
A shimy shake 'nough, 'nough
Shimyshakin' a century dirt dumb
It is enough, it is enough
In a vision submission is enough
Are you offered a suck!
Are you offered a suck!
Are you offered a suck!
Are you offered a suck!
A suck! A suck!
Must've been ticking a week or two vegan
Fell apart words are talked for a legion
Maybe not, my mother says, based on shit
Shifting eyes, I'll take you one fist
Who's been talking in magic secret
Getting in line with mind control mantra
We are all eating on tomorrow's lies.
Domination, domination, dirty termination
Dirties up definition, dirties up denom, denom
Drop won't make it up
It is enough, it is enough, it is enough
Bomb these mo-fo, bomb, emission, bomb
Remission, bomb, emission, bomb, remission
Bomb, is enough, bomb
Don't elimination denom denom elimination
Are you offered a suck!
Are you offered a suck!
Are you offered a suck!
Are you offered a suck!
LD won't release
LD won't release
LD won't release
But you gonna get something dumb biatch!
But you gonna get something dumb biatch!
But you gonna get so banged, never said you won't
You ever get nothing in strobe light
But you gonna get something dumb biatch!
But you gonna get something dumb biatch!
But you gonna get so banged, never said you won't
You ever get nothing in strobe light
Are you up for the suck!
Are you over the suck!
Are you offered a suck!
Are you up the suck!
Are you over the side, over the side, over the side...
But you gonna get so sorry, but you gonna get so sorry
Telling a vision, but you gonna get sorry
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It's lost a time to lye
Into his world you climb
A crossing has its high
It's orientation time
Delights to dance or die
Some others pain to try
Smoke tricks the slave men die
It's orientation time
Distance lays shifted eyes
Crossed mountain off the sly
From lips once bitten time
It's orientation time
So lost the time to try
All of my life boxed time
Raw voice in reason chimes
Disorientations
Bleeding eyes don't see it
It's luring it, don't warn it
Feelings feel like blood
Underneath the homicide
Underneath the blood
From the ugly underside of…
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Aching eyes more blood entail
Shaped how nor why it feels the same way
Mystery is darken on, a name is floating on
Though we aren't the same, he knows while you wait
Falling over these things
Passing through the light its dark flight
And the light diffracted colder now shadow
Shadow on the shoulder of pain
Being on a myth that could begin
Sodom is saving, Sodom is destroying
Hate cut by rope burn what's your memo
Uses easy up words on world shares
Tell them all these faces burning someone will discard
It's all honesty
What's your name
What's your name
What's your name
What's your name
Fragrance of your past turn is in white color
Speaking of the burnt out
Shelter that you left me to die in
I wish I could've found hope
Hope is all I needed to explore another day
Returning back to say I cannot do that
I cannot do this anymore
So goodbye
It's a devastation
It's a manifestation of
Of an infestation again
Leaving a spot over and over
Raw skin feel the taste
Feel the weight
Feel the hate
Feel the love
Lost never was
Shot the gun
The walls are burning
There is no sun
A black moon rising
Shot the gun
The walls are burning
There is no sun
A black moon rising
What's become of my own, my own life?
Wasted for the lies to be with you
You're the one I see things through
Oh yeah for all we know the door is closed, the lights are on
Looks like (pee, lala I didn't so!?)
The door is closed
The twin stones
Release the lock I lost a lot
To the place where the sun comes through
And hits your face, changes the light
A light that's gone out in my closet
Close one, why not?
Holy remnants whole another time a simple onox
Broken back feel it back
Puked up all lie
If my understanding
It's all the same to you
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A politician, a worm in a fist and a wish of admision
You were dickin' semination
In your words you're vile nation
This oil tug of war of promptness taking back(hollow point?)
There's nothing you peek undecided
Watching you as you talk burned
Ambiantz (given me a house too?)
Ambiantz (show you beam house?)
Ambiantz given up hope
Ambiantz giving up the bum of you seat
Cheeks burning, upon my breath is turning, your voice in my mind
Take what you can find on beeper
You wake up feeling blind
There all over the back of your employee
Ah my is my M.O
Our side your time this will be how
Ambiantz (given me a house too?)
Ambiantz (show you beam house?)
Your game gets up too dark hear up
(Team nine in throw team number see?)
Give a spot on the back of a shark
Give a spot on my back of your back
Give a spot of my back on your head
Give the shark your brains out
Until a tester
Until a tester desease a leprosy, desease a leprosy
Take what you want, shake what you can
Beepers, you wake up beeping
Ambiantz (given me a house too?)
Ambiantz (show you beam house?)
Ambiantz given up hope
Ambiantz giving up the bum of you seat
Ambiantz (given me a house too?)
Ambiatnz Love is faces_________
Ambiatnz Is this what you wanted
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Jesus wants to be ugli
Jesus wants to be ugli
Jesus wants to be ugli
Jesus wants to be ugli
Ugli, ugli, ugli
Some of the lies darken eyes
Way beyond our chemicals
Something wrong nothing learned
I need to feed a whole other hole
Fantasize, clear the eyes
How they can all fit inside
Sacrifice sanctifies all the ugly chemical
All hail to the king
The rest of your life, life, life...
All hail to the king
The edge of your world
Jesus wants to be ugli
Jesus wants to be ugli
Jesus wants to be ugli
Jesus wants to be ugli
Ugli, ugli, ugli
Bury I criticize
Count to nine a human soul
Ritual indispose
Stoke a mana listen to gods
Cannibalize terrorize
Take the ugli chemical
Jesus wants to be ugli
Jesus wants to be ugli
Jesus wants to be ugli
Jesus wants to be ugli
Ugli, ugli, ugli
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