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Flash Gordon...Your Jiblets
If you see sun--run to it
Because night is here, chasing behind, ready to fight
If you see sun--run to it
Rain, of yellow flowers fall and cover the pavement
Stars, stars, to the depths of hell stars--Oh my Lord
Stars, stars, to the depths of hell stars--Oh my Lord
Stars, stars, to the depths of hell stars--Oh my Lord
Your fingers grip upon-my collective conscious mind
And walk me outside
Your fingers grip upon-my collective conscious mind
And I will run, to the sun--and burn into you
Our light takes us down your back--into the core of earth and through
No words can or should express this connection
If you see sun--run to it
Because night is here, chasing behind, ready to fight
If you see sun--run to it
Premonitions--of artificial death
This economic planet losing its grip on all--we can see
But so many are aware
Feel the dollar choking my breath
Premonitions==of artificial death
The economic planet losing its grip on all--we can see
But so many are aware
Your fingers grip upon-my collective conscious mind
And walk me outside
Your fingers grip upon-my collective conscious mind
And I will run, to the sun--and burn into you
Our light takes us down your back--into the core of earth and through
No words can or should express this connection
Your fingers grip upon-my collective conscious mind
And walk me outside
Collective conscious mind
Because night is here, chasing behind,ready to fight--walk me outside
COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUS MIND
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Elton Johnsonville Sausage
The patterns keep shifting--but they've never left you--whole
So much more pleasure than fantasies could know
Officials sell our schools--we know more than they think we know
Moving forward, inching towards something, while these good times roll
Storms are coming, Wall Street tumbling--we know more than they think we know
Now they don't even pretend to care
Our purpose doesn't need to be stated out loud
The unseen--exploited
Left inside this system that's failed
They don't see--We're coming for them
The patterns keep shifting--but they've never left you--whole
Our voices as one--the ultimate weapon
Our voices as one--the ultimate weapon
So much more pleasure than fantasies could know
Officials sell our schools--we know more than they think we know
Moving forward, inching towards something, while these good times roll
Storms are coming, Wall Street tumbling--we know more than they think we know
Now they don't even pretend to care
Our purpose doesn't need to be stated out loud
The unseen--exploited
Left inside this system that's failed
They don't see--we're coming for them
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James Roll A Blunt (How Many Songs Can You Call Superstar)
She saw through all my lies though they were all true
I haven’t loved as good since I saw you
As if anything more mattered—losing all religion
Everybody wants something from you—of course they do
Just like you want your something to be nothing for a little while
Just like you want your something to be nothing for a little while
It’s wild what one act of kindness can do
It’s wild what one ball of cocaine can do
I’ve been trying to act without thinking
Living in the moment is co-sponsored by a devil in disguise
I’ve been trying to act without thinking-I’ve been trying to act without thinking
As if anything more mattered-as if anything was pure
I know you want me to try, but that will never be my life
Let’s spend the day high
Jesus, she came and told me, “Believe in what you believe.”
Let’s spend the day high-Let’s spend the day high
I know you want me to try, but that will never be my life
Let’s spend the day high—Let’s spend the day high
The only time I heard my name was when I stole the smile right from your face
Right from your face
Jesus, she came and told me—BELIEVE IN WHAT YOU BELIEVE
Let’s spend the day high
I’ve been trying to act without thinking
I know you want me to try, but that will never be my life
Everybody wants something from you—of course they do
Just like you want your something to be nothing for a little while
It’s wild what one act of kindness can do
It’s wild what one ball of cocaine can do
I’ve been trying to act without thinking
Living in the moment is co-sponsored by a devil in disguise
I’ve been trying to act without thinking—I’ve been trying to act without thinking
As if anything more mattered, as if anything was pure
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Dronehenge
07:07
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Dronehenge
There’s freedom in love---it’s made to order
No limits when you’re Satan’s daughter
I can’t believe a word that you say
But I can hear your filthy hands talking to me, yeah
Let me feel your purity
You haven’t seen anything ‘til you talk to the man down below
Your physical presence here is the only thing that’s not bought and sold
Your spirit transcends our frame and transforms your goal
Cause everything’s been bought and sold
But our non-permanence, no, it can’t be taken away
There’s freedom in love—it’s made to order
No limits when you’re Satan’s daughter
The patterns begin to fill in again, but does it matter
When it repeats, repeats the sin
Ooh ooh ooooh-it’s good to break your own patterns
Ooh ooh ooooh-it’s good to bask in your very own sin
You haven’t seen anything ‘til you talk to the man down below
Your physical presence here is the only thing that’s not bought and sold
Your spirit transcends our frame and transforms your goal
Cause everything’s been bought and sold
But our non-permanence-No, it can’t be taken away
The whisper that escapes the gates of death
Rings in my ears of tones never heard again
Please fall---please fall now
There’s freedom in love, it’s made to order
No limits when you’re Satan’s daughter
There’s freedom in love, it’s made to order
Please fall now
You haven’t seen anything ‘til you talk to the man down below
‘Til you talk to the man down below
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Hard School Old Core
04:21
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Hard School Old Core
Another mis-step in the right direction
Keep me at an arm's distance away
We're ready to riot now, not because we care, but because we don't care anymore
But my head's in the right place
Between your legs
The riot's here to stay--Is this really happening?
The seasons are blurring--the seasons are blurring
We build our bombs with a payload of cash
Budget is applied to demonstrate might
I'm feeling sensations--differently again
Death is sitting right there beside me
We both have drinks, and the orb has headphones on
I'm feeling lucky as hell
Tonight's not the night to die
Picking the wrong ones again and again
Is it predetermined?
I'm feeling lucky as hell
You'd put the gun to your head--but it'd take too much effort
I'd join you, but I'd rather have you test my convictions
So I can enjoy the way down from a healthy perspective
I'm feeling lucky as hell
Picking the wrong ones again and again
Is it predetermined?
I'm feeling lucky as hell
You'd put the gun to your head--but it'd take too much effort
I'd join you, but I'd rather have you test my convictions
So I can enjoy the way down from a healthy perspective
I'm feeling lucky as hell
The new sound of terror is the thunder of children marching
The new sound of terror is the thunder of children marching
The new sound of terror is the thunder of children marching
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The Thing That Really Should Be
Nothing left, to use the guns against
Left fighting for something that's already gone
Satan is praying—that he's not wrong
About everything he knows, about everything he taught
Too far in to turn back now
He'll keep on pushing ahead, hoping to take you down
Too far in to turn back now
He'll keep on pushing ahead, hoping to take you down
Down to heaven with me
I'm gonna travel here to your thighs
I'm gonna travel here to your thighs
Learned to know that look in your eyes
We know nothing about pain
Learned to know that look in your eyes
We know nothing about pain
I'm gonna travel here to your thighs
Learned to know that look in your eyes
We know nothing about pain
He wrote such a pretty song, before he took a life
Taking a life—to survive
Not even knowing if what he's fighting for matters to him
Or anyone at all
Too far in to turn back now
He'll keep on pushing ahead, hoping to take you down
Learned to know that look in your eyes
We know nothing about pain
Learned to know that look in your eyes
We know nothing about pain
I'm gonna travel here to your thighs
Learned to know that look in your eyes
We know nothing about pain
The storms—the storms cleared a path
But so much remains
The storms—the storms cleared a path
But so much remains
We know nothing about pain, we know nothing about pain
We're taking the pain away
We know nothing about pain, we know nothing about pain
We're taking the pain away
The storms—the storms cleared a path
But so much remains
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Pain Don't Hurt
06:12
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Pain Don't Hurt
The mirror is vain--no reflection of dead waves
I want to tell you—but I’ve seen you in the fire
If we could know it’s our last day, we’d all sing the cliché
The paradox of I love you—I want you free, but I want you with me
If we could know it’s our last day, we’d all sing the cliché
(I had complete control of all my senses—I had complete control of all my senses)
Your sacred word means nothing-to more than you’d like to admit
When we’re blessed not to choke on rubble—yeah
The mirror is vain—no reflection of dead waves
I want to tell you—but I’ve seen you in the fire
Do we martyr or do we enjoy? Simplistic extremes in constant times of war
Do we martyr or do we enjoy? Simplistic extremes in constant times of war
Comfort’s been employed—freedom’s been destroyed
Comfort’s been employed—freedom’s been destroyed
(I had complete control of all my senses—I had complete control of all my senses)
Your sacred word means nothing-to more than you’d like to admit
When we’re blessed not to choke on rubble—yeah
(Feast-feast on flesh—No-eternal rest—Feast-feast on flesh—No-eternal rest)
The piper is dying, so we’ll take him and say
I don’t believe a word-I don’t believe a word
Somewhere, hell has imploded, and heaven’s got some room
Somewhere, hell has imploded, and heaven’s got some room
The piper is dying, so we’ll take him and say
I don’t believe a word-I don’t believe a word
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Condemned To The Gallops
04:29
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Condemned To the Gallops
I've entered a fever dream--so beautiful--so obscene
Take a chance and--trust me
Take a chance and--trust me
But I've felt the errors of my ways
Over and over and over in one day
I AM NEVER LEAVING THIS DREAM AGAIN
Crossing time--crossing space
I AM NEVER LEAVING THIS DREAM AGAIN
Crossing time--crossing space
Fuck your closed way of thinking
Crossing paths--it's all a reality
I've entered a fever dream--so beautiful--so obscene
I will never own this feeling because--the devil was there
He was one foot tall in reverse
THIS IS TOO GOOD NOT TO BE TRUE
He was one foot tall in reverse
This is too good not to be true
Crossing time--crossing space
I am never leaving this dream again--crossing time--crossing space
Fuck your closed way of thinking
Crossing paths--it's all a reality
Always--evolving
The path to change history
The gun in your face is as natural as the glass in my brain
It's always--evolving
This love starts at the end of the road
This love starts at the end of the road
Trudging the bottom--Down in the sound
Sound is all I can follow now
Trudging the bottom--Down in the sound
Sound is all I can follow now
Sound is all I can follow now
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