1. |
Balanced Bones
00:57
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2. |
Pretty box
02:56
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Hello beauty, come to me.
I think you're hot, hot, hot and flawed... enough to fit in my pretty heart.
Hello gorgeous, come to us.
We’re gonna cut, cut, it all and carve your name on my pretty heart.
On the bed, she was
and my heart on the floor
on the floor she crawls
and she bit through the flesh
Hello beauty, come to me.
It think our love love love is screwed... enough to fit in my pretty heart
Hello gorgeous, come to us.
We’re gonna cut, cut, it all and carve your name on my pretty heart.
In my head, she was
in a box on the bed
in my heart she crawled
and she danced as it bled
Hello beauty, come to me.
It think our love love love is screwed... enough to fit in my pretty heart
Hello gorgeous, come to us.
We’re gonna cut, cut, it all and carve your name on my pretty heart.
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3. |
Feed me
03:02
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I’m not sick it’s not pathological
I’m just a clench for your empathetic arms
I wish everyone could share and catch on to my fears.
I can change my face tIll I, till I become someone else.
Till I become someone else
Heroes they spit on me
Heroes they spit on me
Heroes they spit on me
I’m not sick it’s not pathological
I’m just a clench for your empathetic arms
I’m a slave to a need you can’t pacify, you can't envision.
I can change my face tIll I, till I become someone else,
till I become someone else.
Heroes they spit on me
Heroes they spit on me
Heroes they spit on me
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4. |
Two burns
02:51
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Time passes and erases
my visions and my senses
I try to keep them around
To fall in love and feel smart
despite how hard I'm trying
Time passes and erases
my sensitivity and my senses
Something still makes me feel
Red hot steel on my skin
despite how cold I feel
Heat up the iron till it’s red
Look at my skin while it blisters
Let it burns me till it smells
pulling a hole in our emptiness
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5. |
Bells rang
02:08
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Bells rang for the end of the game.
Everyone gets up and wipes his forehead.
Throw them lies and rhetorics.
Time has come to change the rules.
Sit down again and smile here comes the new game’s lead-off rule.
Your safety is on the house. I’ll take care of everything.
I swear by my own power. I proved it right in front of you.
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6. |
Bob
05:47
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She’s my daughter,
yeah she my girl.
I love her to death,
like I loved her mother.
Look at how pretty she is.
Feel her taste on the corner of my lips.
when I helped her loose her flaps
she had never been more mine
yeah she my girl.
I love her to death,
like I loved her mother.
Her eyes are so dreamy
and Her skin is so fair
and when we take it upstairs
she does answer all my prayers
yeah she my girl.
I love her to death,
like I loved her mother.
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