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Persian Ebay
01:48
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Show the moves, the moves, the moves
To your saint
Hold the knife to your pride in spite of your faith
I guess i'll follow through as always with my never ending conquest
For a blood donor to cherish
Something's leaking upstairs
I guess it's drips but i don't care
I was looking for more, Rotting my core
Kept my best friends locked behind a basement door.
So I took a walk
Gather my thoughts
Im gonna leave a good mark
Too see from far.
It may seem a little harsh but don't let it offend you
It was just a work of art
Show the moves, the moves, the moves
Too your saint
Mask your lies, Dress in suit and ties
when you finalize, all the evidence all over face
The shit that you love has been making you cold
Farwell
But you false idols have painted this bitch gold
Farwell
Something's leaking upstairs
I guess it's drips but i don't care
I was looking for more
Rotting my core
Kept my best friends locked behind a basement door
So I took a walk
Gather my thoughts
Im gonna leave a good mark
Too see from far.
It may seem a little harsh but don't let it offend you
It was just a work of art
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Meat Locker
01:06
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Oh the classic scene
Where the hero flees
Comes back 15 minutes later
Armed to the teeth
Document the great fall
Waking up in damp bathroom stalls
In a gas station
Blood covered magazines for masturbation
It was cold, it was wet
Like the room had out for my head
This is where I’ve been
Where I get my inspiration
Oh the classic scene
Where the hero flees
Comes back 15 minutes later
Armed to the teeth
For all the privileged kids in white robes
Here's what you need
Take three of these
And call help when the morning rolls in
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Bus 68
02:36
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Cut off the drop dead leash
Were too close to the scene
Blank glances of like a sideways silver screen
Back, Back, used to be two tone but now its beat
I'm knee deep in irony so here's my two sense of sobriety.
Does it climb up the back of your neck like it made a forelorn deal.
Now its making its way to the very top
Where your chastity was real
Yea, yea
yeah we knew all about it
Yea, yea
yeah we knew all about the way profit was made
In way you and I are the same
Cause i'm feeling nothing man
Now,
Now mot single person or word could ever be saved
A feeding parasite with too much pride a cum to waste
Bleak house odds are you found a purpose
Does it climb up the back of your neck like a metaphor laid down
Now its making its way to the very top
Where your chastity was real
Yea, yea
Yea we knew all about it
Yea, yea
Yea we knew all about the way profit was made
in a way you and me are the same.
Im sick, sick, fucking man
The devil is discrete
A homeless man in a trench coat selling processed meat
At Least we can post something about it
In sick way you and I are the same
Yea, Yea
Yea you knew all about it
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Half of me wants to hit you
The other half with a truck
The father
The school
The saint
We’re all just born for the damned
So let our unrighteousness reign
The ceiling will smash
The city to ash
well not Just yet
We can all just dwell in the past
It's the reason I stay
we're Wasting our days
Giving new meanings to running away
This fell apart
Answers and questions are what we fought
Now im wounded and developed a sense of property
Even though I’ve gained nothing properly
Just fill the truck
And get the loot
Bring up the demons in the dance hall
And watch the innocent crawl
This is musically stale
But I got few more drinks before I fail
Bring up the demons in the dance hall
And watch the innocent crawl
This is, This is
So take a solid glance through every vein
right down the window of your neck.
What takes more legs than the pervert you came with?
Wait Here
I'll be back with a mask and a game plan.
I’ve got the bandits and the gravediggers
So let me not use one but all of my fingers
I wanted the upper hand
Didnt you know it
I want to get naked and fucking show it.
Bring up the demons in the dance hall
And watch the innocent crawl
This is, This is….
So base your fucking voice,
we're not alone inside this hole in our home.
Fame killed the very best so i’ll be doing my own thing
Wait Here
I'll be back with a mask and a game plan.
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Braces At 35
02:16
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We all fall on are face
Erase the work that we've slaved
The dangers of acting without pressing save
When you can't afford it Immediately
just trampled the dreams of a popular scheme
We all want the same and Ive counted days that hurt my head
Arguably its more productive than being dead
And we laugh
Put the lotion in the basket
I guess today it's safe to say
I think i've seen everything
So goodnight and good luck
We are self deprecating if you haven't noticed
our mothers used to love us and we had good service
Cultures were made
Heads were shaved
On the first spoonful of waste
We all want the same and Ive counted days that hurt my head
Arguably its more productive then being dead
And we laugh
Cause out band is a drug front
I guess today it's safe to say
I think I've seen everything.
So goodnight and good fucking luck.
We were not aware
That we were wasting our time but who the fuck cares
We were not aware.
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Jesus Horse Montreal, Québec
4 dudes from Montreal making loud music about stuff. Not sure how they met, but thankfully they did cause this music is rad. They are also super good looking and incredibly dangerous.
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