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Surf Dog
00:53
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All hail the surf dog
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Stars imploding
Atoms smashing
Modern synthesis
Closing the chasm
Understanding the true prize of existence
Buried in the dirt by a child’s resistance
Parasitic growths
On the skin of greatness
Noose round the neck
Of the thinking faithless
Oblivion looks better
When you’ve done no wrong
Oblivion looks better
With a hat and shades on
With our eyes and mouths closed firmly
Where could we go wrong?
Heads buried to the neck
The charade continues on and on
Hand in hand
Nuclear sunset
Hand in hand
Fucking mass destruction
Oblivion looks better
When you’ve done no wrong
Oblivion looks better
With a hat and shades on
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I’ve been waiting
Searching for something
Amid the chaos
Of absolute nothing
I feel like I’m sleeping my way through life
And I truly don’t know what to do
Seems like in this life
No one can choose
The path less travelled by
With such little time
I’ve been waiting
Searching for something
Amid the chaos of absolute nothing
The path feels utterly broken
And threatens to break me with every step I take
Seems like in this life
No one can choose
The path less travelled by
With such little time
Will I be waiting here?
Completely paralysed
Will I be waiting here?
Or can I twist the knife?
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Pop Vulture
02:43
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Make way for the vulture
To feast on the flesh
Asinine culture
Abetting brain death
Fuck you
Rabid faces
On blank fucking screens
Cold rotted corpses
Of celluloid dreams
Make way
Make way for the vulture
Antithesis art
A wooden box
Chewed on cigars
Make way for the vulture
Make way
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I’ve lost a part of me
A broken shard
A shattered piece
I’m tired and afraid
This length of rope won’t hold this weight
It’s closing in
I’ve sealed my fate
Sickened by this worlds disgrace
I’ve been down and I’ve been out
Life is all I’ve got
I am down, I am out
Life is all I’ve got
I’m tired and afraid
My broken back will hold this weight
A burden I will taken
My broken back will hold this weight
I’m tired and afraid
My broken back will hold this weight
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There’s a gun
In the hand of a sleeping giant
And it’s so fucking scary
Because he might never fire it
Or maybe he will
And spill the blood he was promised
And bring the hell we deserve
Crashing down the fuck upon us
Fighting on up for air
Our hands are around her neck
Squeezing the life from her eyes
No mercy among idiots
When their only concern is a price
We’re breathing the fumes
Of a poison existence
The giant is waking up
Live ignorant, we’re all fucked.
Fighting on up for air
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