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Brakes
02:25
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I forbid to speed decelerate at once can‘t stand any rush don‘t you hit the gas won‘t you risk our lifes hate the way you drive waste of gas and nerves chattering of teeth stop to tailgate i can‘t breathe see me petrified your fault come to senses use your head proof some vision ease our state save our lives and gas decelerate at once don‘t drive fast at all speeding is for jocks don‘t you dare to rush
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Crux & Marbles
03:35
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You pour tubs of marbles then wait and see what is coming up and so you fill the buckets time again time again in search of crux and kernel I try I want to find the pit I vivisect it I examine it as you don‘t take part in my goddamn serious quest for the core therefore I can‘t be ravished by you‘ve got pretty marbles bouncing around - bouncing around but as you fill the buckets time again time again in search of crux and kernel I try I want to find the pit I vivisect it I examine it as you don‘t take part in my goddamn serious quest for the core therefore I can‘t be ravished by your color-chaos-world
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Slip Away
03:47
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Let’s bugger off we hit the road we’re outta here we split beat it slope off duck out fuck off bunk the dj‘s deaf the beer is warm we don’t say bye just hit the hay let’s go we slip away we scram goofballs and I turn tail and run
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Bangers
03:23
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I think you are guilty folks use your bean as port for bangers stuff chops with lots of bangers bloated fed - fed up dullness vapors of the crowd bloated slow and proud I smell kraut from your forehead bloated fed - fed up angst and fear of foreign spice everything has gotta gonna turn out safe acrid fumes limited influx bloated fed - fed up rot brain heart-o-lard connot step out of wiener mob cannot step out of wiener mob cannot bloated fed - fed up I think you are guilty folks stuff your chops with lots of bangers use your bean for bangers bloated fed - fed up angst fear foreign spice gotta gotta gotta gotta turn out safe step out of wiener-mob cannot bloated fed - fed up is there something in between mustard and sausage?
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Kirilow
04:10
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For kirilow it’s time to die the lack of god the reason why in death he wants to become god but human faith for him looks odd give it a try he knows such thing does not exist only one way out of the mist teach us a lesson kirilow killing god is your big goal give it a try become god prove that you’re free kill yourself for you and me prove that you are free go go kirilow proof you’re free kill yourself for you and me hey hey kirilow go ahead show me your transcendent head for kirilow it’s time to die the lack of god the reason why teach us a lesson kirilow killing god is your big goal give it a try go go kirilow proof you’re free kill yourself for you and me hey hey kirilow go ahead show me your transcendent head hey hey kirilow time to die sure that mary’s gonna cry go go kirilow show some guts kirilow went nuts become god prove that you’re free kill yourself for you and me prove that you are free now it’s time to die just give it try time has come time has come just give it try don’t put on a show ready set and go kirilow
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Moira
03:38
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eyes staring cold and hard don’t let on anything no doubt fear insecurity play hide and seek in line with expectations don’t depart no evasion fight insurgency go along with it promptings of the heart allure you into the dark I hear a voice and start to run when it rains it pours despite ourselves I fade to grey and roam in moira sharp tongue cuts like knife don’t break the silence no demur plea contradict don’t question it promptings of the heart allure you into the dark I hear a voice and start to run when it rains it pours despite ourselves I fade to grey and roam in moira
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Catastrophe
02:58
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Just a few more hours hope for persistance gotta stay in one piece can’t bear any losing keep a stiff upper lip now choose health over hazard don’t fuck it up I just forbid don’t come undone or quit I want a night without disaster you stay alive not gonna die at least until sunrise put off catastrophe I’m begging
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Perfect Sweater
03:03
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I got it now for ten long years or so perfectly suited keeps getting better every day I wear totally tattered I never throw it away oh no loyal companion it’s like a friend to me I bashfully confess shredded and cozy I know the day will come everything is to decay got to accept that I found another one exactly looks alike less torn to pieces I found it in a box next to a sign it’s free just on the sidewalk I got replacement now when the old one fades away me lucky nutcase just the perfect one I wouldn’t trade for love or money not just favorite it’s ideal reliable and firm try to compete gotta take a leaf out of its book never felt too warm never felt too cold always fits can’t imagine life without thee
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L.s.D.w.
04:36
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Hiss and ambient noise I shut it out for now I wear my cozy coat dim my perception switch off flurry rashness haste call me sloth-girl like in slo-mo I decelerate I watch the sensei use the world-brakes I think of morla as an idol crush and milling mass I levitate I float want me accelerate I just suppress I set the pace and move like stone I’m an ent now all the swarming is nothing to me I watch the grass grow as I breathe in I’m geared to slugs and doped chameleons I don’t care about it not about to doubt it live like a sloth I just slow it down deliberate and laggard tardy I move gently live slow die whenever I’m to drop hiss and ambient noise I shut it out for now I wear my cozy coat dim my perception switch off flurry rashness haste call me sloth-girl like in slo-mo I decelerate I watch the sensei use the world-brakes I think of morla as an idol I don’t care about it not about to doubt it live like a sloth I just slow it down deliberate and laggard tardy I move gently live slow die whenever I’m to drop
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Fiver
04:08
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I cannot help it I am scared to death I thump my hind legs and I got to growl I’m frightened and there’s nothing like relief I’m on the lookout for my warren now I know I should relax but instincts force you tell me that it’s not that dangerous maybe you’re right but I am just to weak I wanna flee into my burrow now survive survive survive and hide away cause you don’t know what it means see me drenched in adrenalin nearly passing out coney-cortisol can’t take it I cannot help it I am scared to death I thump my hind legs and I got to growl I’m frightened and there’s nothing like relief I’m on the lookout for my warren now survive survive survive and hide away cause you don’t know what it means see me drenched in adrenalin nearly passing out coney-cortisol can’t take it thump thump paws looking for shelter thump thump paws need to hide
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