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Blast
04:01
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come feel the hyphen war
come feel the blast
you're gone before you notice
the sound does not travel that fast
go on
come feel the hyphen war
enjoy the blast
forget about your hopes
it's not the first, it's not the last
go on
change
a spiral in your mind
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2. |
Oust
05:23
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dress up in the snow
i'm trying to put my best clothes on
in the snow
i see all of them now
listen to the fire
i've seen all the different parts
on the pile
i see all of them now
let's hide in the spire
i've seen all of the vengeful hearts
in the fire
i see all of them now
i see all of them now
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3. |
Turnover Night // 十三八
03:07
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turnover night
put up a fight
be a man
gather up
stand tall and firm
put on a grin
don't bother
it will all be over soon
for nothing is there
and nothing will stay
will anything matter
tomorrow
we'll see
we are the rats
in the cities of gods
and the guts are spilled
across the roads
and
slightly aroused
brains will be doused
poked at
with electric sticks
and
nothing's to matter
anymore
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4. |
Scolytinae
06:20
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oh you've hit me with your smile
now the damage is done
oh scolytinae when you bark
every tree gets hit by us
concrete birds, black tar lid lynx
your meadow, the soft grass disappears
oh scolytinae when you bark
a thousand kills is not enough
all the peril that i've been witnessing
the sizzle in the hive, the tender devil's medicine
you're the king now
i know it's not your fault
it was us the whole time
it was us
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5. |
Mission
04:10
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another sunday
on the breadcrumb trail
i'm on a mission
to build a house somewhere someday
i recall
all these things
you said to me
on the green hills
why am i
so violent
in these thoughts
another sunday
go on it's gonna be okay
i'm on a mission
to build a house somewhere someday
i'm a spy with a gun
a hawaiian shirt
i kill for fun
who am i
i do my best
to give you love
i'm on
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6. |
Jejune
03:10
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warm and sweet
the summer breeze
the nights some years ago
we never thought
of what it is
and what was it all for
hiding in the drawer
what was it all for
still i see
your pretty face
and still await the dawn
but why do i
so often feel
like you're already gone
like there's no other sun
what was it all for
if there's no other sun
though battles still
are going on
no wars were ever won
celestial orbs
keep turning round
the dance is never done
the query's evermore
what was it all for
what was it all for
i'm asking as before
what was it all for
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7. |
Talent / Grain
04:41
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baby, please don't feel down
i'll climb up your tower tonight
i'll soon be back there by your side
your eyelids and your eyeshadows
your lens guide me through the lands
'cause we are one
they say it takes talent
but i know it takes work
suffering, crying and pain
to build a place where you can hide
everytime i swear
everytime i cry
you sing to me
and i know right away i'll never give up
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8. |
Skirmish
05:02
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get in
remind me to read the list of the world's most wanted centre-backs next time you'll try to sneak behind my back I swear I won't even know you're behind we've got evildoers crawling in the sewers lip syncing to their favourite songs, oh how bizarre critical rating, melee damage, golden slumbers in your eyes
this is the last bad skirmish of our time sit tight, you won't even know when it happens now they fight with letters and dots and hyphens, next time it will be sticks and stones you're a beauty guru in an eyeshadow hell fighting mascara people with your secret spell i desire to see, i won't lie see a broiler fly
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9. |
Impairment
05:14
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now that it's all done
and you've all had your fun
bodies everywhere
and nothing else will come
we are all that's left
dust and blood
low and dulled
dark as it will be
the new worlds lie ashore
we will not retreat
of that i am sure
we are all that's left
dust and blood
revving thud
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