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White Cotton Gods
02:02
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I spoke up ans said nothing
I'm red, weak at the knees
'til my tongue starts rolling
On and on and in between
The sun burns my eyelids
My cigarettes grinned
A herd of words rambled
I'll repent for days
Save my golden rose and hold high
To white cotton gods, above your eyes
Say a prayer if you know one
Say a prayer if you know one
Here I stand in line
In black suits we sweat and deny
That this is the last stop
I never thought that I could hear 'sorry'
so many times...
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Im running out, time. And i'm swollen.
I've got the holiest eyes and the kiss of death.
They say white collared monster. White fiction book and a broken cross.
Stained glass, black mass, warm water. Six six sixteen & lost.
Confess your sins or burn.
When will these people learn; Your hell looks like heaven to me.
I'm running out, time. And i'm swollen.
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Frozen In Heat
03:29
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I watched them swim in salted waves, and I watched them die, in coral caves.
Two miles of ocean, bronzed bodies, sky. Skin from my shoulders left me behind.
As I sit here frozen in heat, all I can remember;
Is how I watched them swim in salted waves, and I watched them die in coral caves.
Don't sell me myself, man. I'm not buying.
Wash it up, Wash it out.
Don't sell me myself, man. I'm not buying.
I buy all my comfort and drink it for days.
Don't sell me myself, man. I'm not buying.
'Til all of my sorrows have been pissed away.
Don't sell me myself, man. I'm not buying.
Take my hand, Step over the edge.
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Helldagger
00:44
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Red Skin, Black Lace
02:05
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There's no control, they're pushing me out.
There's no control.
Sleepwalkers, demons, lingerie.
Each day I turned her away.
Red skin, black laced lingerie.
She chose only one.
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Obsolete
01:17
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The record scratched and I woke up
I choked hard, throat was squeezed
Hello, dear hospital
I.V. I'm wildly sinking in
Listen close to her needles, red lipstick
All watched me
I felt tall, obsolete
Out I breathe, out I breathe
Swallowing, swallowing
Out I breathe, out I breathe
Swallowing, dead
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Flirting With Death
03:12
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Those bricks wont hold the water
Cover your sons and daughters
White pine surrounds my mind
Down is the only way
Float off those rocks my brother
Into my sould you'll wash up
Black sky, surrounds the fire
Down is the only way
Please just wash your hands of me
What would your father say as he digs your grave?
As the moon swallowed the streets
Nobody listened to me
They just kept flirting with death
All that I want is flowers to pave my grave
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