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Renny told me not to trust the yellow skies
Your sharpie smile or your crossed out eyes
I watch sneak across the floor
Hunched down behind the kitchen door
I swing my first, my body slam
Who the fuck you think I am?
You wont get me
You wont get my mind
Oh no
But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So they call me Dead Ol' Fred
Beatles pass on broken glass, my sacred home
Grind my wicked teeth, eat my brittle bones
But I ain't holy, I ain't love
I am godless, stained with blood
I scream and kick the window pane
Who sent you first will bleed my name
You wont take me
You wont take my time
Fuck no
But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So the call me Dead Ol' Fred
You can't have me
You can't have my life
Fuck you
But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So the call me Dead Ol' Fred
Put your price upon my head
Leave trail burning red
This ain't the last of Dead Ol' Fred
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2. |
Bone Eater
02:27
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I'd give anything to go back
To that night and walk on home
But if anything you were meant
To drain the marrow from my bones
And the truth is
I never could escape you
In the end
I'm sure you would have liked
To bust the lights out on my street
But if anything I was meant
To light a fire at your feet
Send me roses
For mourning the loss of
My dearest friend
If anything you could have tore my skin
You wore it through
If anything you could have just
Told the fucking truth
If anything, anything, anything
It was up to you
I'd give anything to rub the lines
Your palm left from my jaw
But if anything I never
Could have crossed this karmic law
And as the bricks fell
From the tower
Well I wondered
Could this be it?
I bet you would have liked
To hold my breath and shattered teeth
But if anything I was meant
To light this fire at your feet
And watch it burn you
Sick and sorry
Bone eating
Sack of shit
If anything you could have tore my skin
You wore it through
If anything you could have just
Told the fucking truth
If anything, anything, anything
It was up to you
Anything you said
Anything I was told
Any card you play
And the creases that I fold
Oh anything, anything, anything, anything
Oh
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3. |
Coke Dealer
02:03
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You stepped on it
You slept on it
You got your nasty breath on it
You dabbed in on a tampon
And shoved it up your ass
You bummed it
You gummed it
You washed it down with rum
It tastes like day-old cum
And now I've got to ask
Can I blow you for some blow too?
Can I blow you, oh honey
For some blow too, oh darling
Can I blow you, oh oh oh
For some blow too?
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You can keep me in your box of bones
Like a wounded bird you found while walking home
I'm peeling layer by layer off the wall
Where did the sunlight go
When did the threshold fall
And I'm so lonely
I'm so lonely
That I could almost settle for you
Yea I'm so lonely
You're feeling lonely too
You can keep me in your plastic bag
Make a vacuum in my throat
I'll try not to gag
At your drawn-on smile or your X's for eyes
When you say "I am yours, love,
Would you be mine?"
And I'm so broken
I'm so broken
That I could almost settle for you
Yea I'm so broken
You're feeling broken too
Darling tell me
Or darling tell me
When do I see my family again?
Cuz I'm so lonely
And you're my only friend
Ain't it fucked up
That I'm so fucked up
That I could almost settle for you
I'm so lonely
At least you're lonely too
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5. |
Spit//Swallow
01:39
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The spell, the spell
How was it made?
As I fell asleep I heard them pray
Fruit out of season
Truth decayed
In a bed of acid
Is where it stayed but
I hid it where you'll never
I hid it where you'll never
The spell, the spell
How was it made?
Been locked in this room for 100 days
Skin turned yellow
Eyes turned grey
No doors or windows
No escape but
I hid it where you'll never
I hid it where you'll never
Find it
Spit or swallow
Throat so hollow
Take a bite and
Spit or swallow
The spell, the spell
How was it made?
Through crack in the wall
A tear in the maze
Gaurdians rush I fill my face
With ancient blood
Such a vial taste but
I hid it where you'll never
I hid it where you'll never
The spell, the spell
How was it made?
As I fell asleep I heard them pray
Fruit out of season
Truth decayed
In a bed of acid
Is where it stayed but
I hid it where you'll never
I hid it where you'll never
Find it
Spit or swallow
Throat so hollow
Better luck next time
Spit or swallow
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6. |
Eat Me Alive
01:51
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Remind me of a dream
I could see my hands and feet
And found myself useful to him
Couldn't bear to think
Run it down the kitchen sink
With all the dirty dishes still trying to swim
Oh baby
Did you play me or
Did you stumble and trip the wire
I'm just a casualty
Come and lay me out
Don't it feel good
To make it out alive
Bite the nail, bloody hands
And cut the deck again
Til all the wrong cards come out
To him I am no friend
Just a tower in the wind
Smoke gone to my head and my feet cannot hold me down
Oh baby
Would you blame me if
Everything we love
Got set on fire all
For your pageantry
Come and make me out
Don't it feel good I'd
Let you eat me alive
Oh baby
Did you blame me when
Everything we love
Got set on fire
I'm just your casualty
Come and bleed me out
Don't it feel good
To make it out alive
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7. |
Ragdoll
02:35
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Is it me or are your hands round my throat
Someone's come to sew me shut
Someone's come to sew me shut
Is it me are you more brittle in the bones
Than the night you tore my guts
Like a sweater come undone
How dare you
How dare you
Set foot in this house again
I dare you
I'll pull every thread
Is it me or did your fingers trace my veins
So you've come to sew me shut
So you've come to sew me shut
Follow the seams where your edges start to fray
And the floor board gave you up
When they cried out under your lunge
How dare you
Break through the
Ground that I bound you to
I dare you
I'll unravel you too
I may never change the world
But atleast I'm not afraid to die
Your shadow creeps down the wall
With the clutch of a needles eye
Is it me or are you in over your threads
Now you've come to sew me shut
Now you've come to sew me shut
I still see your fallen hairs behind my bed
But this time you've come undone
But this time you've come un...
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8. |
Meat Poppet
02:14
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I built your ribs
And broke your limbs
And prayed the sun
would never find you
Felt the stick
As sewed your lips
Fed rotten meat
Just to remind you
If you touch me again
I will take your fucking hands
If you touch me again
Touch me again
If you touch me again
I will take your fucking hands
If you touch me again
Ah, touch me again
Slide me out of my skin
And prop me up at the table
To watch you starve on
Fingernails and fallen hairs
Beg me to let you in
And we're a thousand miles
To the center
Withdrawing from
The worst you wear
If you come round again
I will take to my own hands
If you come round again
Come back again
If you come round again
I will take to my own hands
If you come round again
Don't come again
If you touch me again
I will take your fucking hands
If you touch me again
Touch me again
If you touch me again
I will take your fucking hands
If you touch me again
Ah, touch me again
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You don't have to tell me how hungry you've been
I can see it dripping from your teeth
Every organ in my body is worth weight in snow or nutrients
I'd trade it for the air you breathe
Oh to be on top of you and me
Just two starving rats chewing our own feet
Dont you leave before the ritual's complete
And my body's served your every need
You don't have to tell just how desperate you've been
I can smell it oozing from your pores
I'm just a puppet sweet and wet and I am ready to be worn again
The pleasures mine, my body's yours
Oh to be the you of you and me
Just two lonely kids bandaging our feet
Can you see a ritual in me
Not just my pound of flesh to suit your greed
Let me breathe in spite of you and me
I am your coat of skin tearing at the seams
Can't you see the ritual is me
I am a rat from hell
Sent for your teeth
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Slowdown
Malacha
Malacha
Slowdown
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