1. |
disc one
00:08
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disc one
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2. |
self portrait
03:18
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i don't give a fuck about myself
i don't give a fuck about myself
i don't give a fuck about myself
i don't give a fuck about myself
fuck me cut me show me what it's like to bleed
forget my body let me give you what you need
and i don't care bout nothing else
i don't care bout nothing else
use abuse and run me through
i'm through with you if you refuse
i need to lose i need to hurt
i need to bruise to know my worth
i don't give a fuck about myself
i don't give a fuck about myself, uh
distorted warbling
show me the money
make me a corpse
color me bloody
make me yours
watch as i rot
blood clots and blood shot
crush rock, yah
show me the money
make me a corpse
color me bloody
make me yours
watch as i rot
blood clots and blood shot
crush rock, yah
delay noise jam with funky tempo changes until the song ends
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3. |
pink aether
03:56
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oh
I am floating on a cloud
it won't ever let me down
I am trapped in atmosphere
I would listen if I could ever hear
oh
I am weightless, so impatient
waiting for the day I fall
I am nothing but a flower
waiting for the autumn to take it all
see your reflection in the pink aether
find your obsessions in the pink aether
there's no deception in the pink aether
your body's melting in the pink aether
walk through bloodstained mist, in the pink aether
a fog crawls from the rift, it's the pink aether
you know you won't be missed, into the pink aether
pink aether, pink aether
see your reflection in the pink aether
find your obsessions in the pink aether
there's no deception in the pink aether
your body's melting in the pink aether
walk through bloodstained mist, in the pink aether
a fog crawls from the rift, it's the pink aether
you know you won't be missed, into the pink aether
pink aether, pink aether
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4. |
matches in the sky
02:34
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5. |
guerilla god
01:15
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6. |
wet dog smell
03:06
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ahhh
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7. |
carpet bumps
04:42
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8. |
once was
02:33
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9. |
freedom for monsters
02:46
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yuh, yuh, yah
you don't know shit, you don't know (shit)
you don't know shit, you don't know (shit)
freedom for, freedom for monsters
freedom for, freedom for monsters
you don't know shit, freedom for monsters
you don't know shit, freedom for monsters
you can't run from monsters, no no no
you can't run from monsters when they're inside you
you can't run from monsters, no no no
you can't run from monsters when they're inside you
freedom for the monsters is the death of you
silence is what saves you from the desperate truth
freedom for the monsters is the death of you
silence is what saves you from the desperate truth
you don’t know what freedom is cuz you’ve never lacked it
you’re out of practice, what you preach
is a last ditch half-baked pastiche
of some wack shit from some flash-back to the past hit
watch it, sprocket, ratchet and clank
drop it like it’s hot, but you’re not, vomit like a snot comet
you’re talkin’ like a cop
fuck off, kid
yeah, I got this, like, honestly
is that what you wanted?
a fucking monster walking around on the street
yeah my kids gotta eat
okay, yeah, sweet
like that’s so fucking special?
really?
maybe the rest of us need some comfort and peace of mind, huh?
this new generation is so mental health centered
isn’t it all so self centered?
you don't know shit
you wouldn't know the truth if it ground on you
you don't know shit
you don't know the hell that's surrounding you
you don't know shit
(freedom for monsters)
you wouldn't know the truth if it ground on you
you don't know shit
(freedom for monsters)
you don't know the hell that's surrounding you
you don't know shit
(freedom for monsters)
you don't know shit
shit
you don't know shit
(freedom for monsters)
you don't know shit
shit
you don't know shiwoop
wow you really fucking read all those, huh?
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10. |
i was never here pt i
04:17
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i was never here
i don't know what you think you saw
i was never here
hmmm
i was dancing ever cautious of the tide
the vast blackness that grasped inside
swallowed me whole
and now i'm just flotsam
on the empty river, oh
flowing nothingness
nothingness, nothingness
nothingness, nothingness
nothingness, nothingness
i was never there when my mother held me
and i was never there
when she said she loved me
i was dancing ever hungry for tomorrow
like a fly drowned in sugar water
sing a future to me, honeybee
show me all the pretty colors that you and I can't see
this helpless self i am enveloped in
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11. |
disc two
00:08
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disc two
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12. |
don't try so hard
02:28
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turn the volume down
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13. |
abalone lonely
04:24
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14. |
dumb chippy
01:05
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15. |
the space between stars
05:44
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16. |
too far smell
01:09
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17. |
these days//save me
03:23
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i've been feeling lonely these days
i've been feeling desperate these days
i ain't have nobody these days, these days
and, i ain't felt so lovely these days, these days
bring me back to when i could feel again
let me know what love is
bring me back to then
bring me back to then
i ain't felt so good
like i know i should
lately, lately
yeah
i keep missing you
i need someone to
save me, don't save me
yeah
jazz time
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18. |
i was never here pt ii
02:20
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i was never here
i don't know what you think you saw
i was never here
i was dancing ever cautious of the tide
the vast blackness that grasped inside
swallowed me whole
and now i'm just flotsam
on the empty river
flowing nothingness
i was never there when my mother held me
and i was never there
when she said she loved me
i was dancing ever hungry for tomorrow
like a fly drowned in sugar water
sing a future to me, honeybee
show me all the pretty colors that you and I can't see
oh, this helpless self i am enveloped in
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19. |
scholar
03:23
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lurch through the murk of the closed eye opening
search for the truth bloody river keep flowing
convert to the church of the beast i worship
learn the blessed word of a lord all knowing
purge your wretched flesh of the burden you're cursed with
burst that dreaded mesh with the yearning searches
for perfect word which turn out a sermon
in favor of the flavor that you're immersed in
bruises, bite marks
the truth is relative
scratches, bloodstains
seeping through the negatives
bruises, bite marks
the truth is relative
scratches, bloodstains
seeping through the negatives
no purer flesh than the dead born
head shorn, guess that's a thresh torn leghorn
thread worn wed young bled from the fresh lungs
bred from the best ones, enter the red son
get some says one, come come come
armageddon, says one well hung lead tongue
come come come, armageddon
come come come, armageddon
bruises, bite marks
the truth is relative
scratches, bloodstains
seeping through the negatives
bruises, bite marks
the truth is relative
scratches, bloodstains
seeping through the negatives
chiptune junk jam
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20. |
so maybe i should go
01:21
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you're out of touch
i'm out of time
but i'm out of my head
when you're not around
you're out of touch
i'm out of time
but i'm out of my head
when you're not around
oh, oh woh oh,
oh woh ooh
oooooowoowoowoowoo ooh ooooh
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Δelysium Portland, Maine
i am Δelysium.
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