1. |
White Stag
02:29
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Here comes the dream riding atop a white stag
Leucistic, blinding, rots your crops, guilds your halls
White
Stag
White
Stag
White
Stag
White
Stag
Undying, timeless, out of reach, out of past
A glimmer of some mystery is the white stag
White
Stag
White
Stag
White
Stag
White
Stag
White
Stag
White
Stag
White
Stag
White
Stag
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2. |
Pulmonary Priests
02:57
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House of cards are caving in
And the churches burn from all the rampant sin
High priests score the masses as the crypt is cracked again at last
Withering lows shadow flaming highs
As God is hung from the mast
Take you to the grave
When your luck runs thin
When your blood boils
And your lungs cave in
Take your last breath
On the way to meet death
May your last regret be
That you remain free
Take your last breath
On the way to meet death
May your last regret be
That you remain free
Take you to the grave
When your luck runs thin
When your blood boils
And your lungs cave in
Take your last breath
On your way to meet death
May your last regret be
That you remain free
Hold onto God
As it’s your time to die
Hold onto God
As it’s your time to die
Hold onto God
As it’s your time to die
Take your last breath
On your way to meet death
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3. |
Regis Blood Clot
03:10
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Take your blood
Start a flood
Shine, red sun
Clot undone
18 eyes
Reign at night
Raining flies
Oversized
With one flap of his wings
He sends a gust that fucks up everybody
With one taste of your blood
He drinks so much it fucks up everybody
He drowns the world in blackest sea
So deep it fucks up everybody
He doesn’t have a reason
Goal’s only to fuck up everybody
Take your blood
Start a flood
Shine, red sun
Clot undone
18 eyes
Reign at night
Raining flies
Oversized
With one flap of his wings
He sends a gust that fucks up everybody
With one taste of your blood
He drinks so much it fucks up everybody
He drowns the world in blackest sea
So deep it fucks up everybody
He doesn’t have a reason
Goal’s only to fuck up everybody
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4. |
DECAY
00:22
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5. |
Blackest Sea
03:29
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I cease at sea
Waterlogged dreaming
Am I alone?
How close to death must I be?
Ceto’s to keep
It’s the depths for me
Abzu, drown me
Tiamat, surround me
Umibozu, show yourself and bless me
In blackest sea
It’s the depths for me
I’ll cease to breathe
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6. |
Bloodmobile
02:32
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Forget Furthur we are the new merry pranksters
On a no sleep road trip to fill thirsty tankards
Our drug’s in your veins
but we’ll be humane
May our cups overflow with DNA
Go tell your friends to come donate today
You’ll feel a pinch and then we’ll look away
Precision keeps us from making mistakes
And drinking you like plasma milkshakes
Then
Again
It’s
been so
Long since we had
A proper meal
A proper kill
Our drug’s in your veins but we’ll be humane
May our cups overflow with DNA
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7. |
Brain Fuselage
03:42
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Grave robbed
Of all your wrong
Lights of torch
Work down the halls
Rats will try to eat you
And men will try to kill you
To rot your mind
And use the power beneath you
Brain
Fuselage
Take it back to the wonders of the stone
Technology thinly made of bone
Kids beating men
And beast eating beast
Yet still you’re needed
For the working of machines
Brain
Fuselage
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8. |
WASTE
00:38
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9. |
Decrepit Stag
04:31
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Here comes your nightmare like a decrepit stag
Decaying, fraying, wins your heart, bleeds your coin
It’s toppling, rotting
Crush your life
Mold your world
The gaping jaw of sick
The decrepit stag
De-crep-it
Stag
De-crep-it
Stag
De-crep-it
Stag
De-crep-it
Stag
De-crep-it
Stag
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