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PART 2
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CLAMSHELL CASE FILES
02:07
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we've travelled miles in search of our cause
to destinations unclear in our path
through all the elements that we are given
we've got our eyes on you
on our mission and all it's locations
infiltrating mass liquidation
your dated goods we need
faded from sun burnt labels peeling
such rare artifacts lost to time
we've come to claim them all
a world of sights we've not yet seen
forgotten treasures of the celluloid screen
your dated goods we need
we've come to claim them all
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THE FESTERING
02:17
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theirs a decomposing stench, seeping through the vents
from the man downstairs on the 2nd floor who keeps to himself
the radio plays all day and night but movement is a void
could someone go knock on his door to see if he's alive
neighbors say he's quiet, never makes a sound
and the landlord never has a problem, cause he's payed his rent months in advance
but the 2nd floor seems vacant, and the smell is getting worse
of festering remains, that have sat for several days
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A GREASY SPINELL
03:08
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damage starts so very young
and franks had time to exercise
his descent into lunacy
caused when he was a child
dripping sweat from frankies grip
from hands not meant to love
a blade upon the scalp
crimson locks upon his company
steady nights of greasy dreams
a man so torn cannot be cleaned
consume his core reality
perversion, sex? and urgency
he cannot stop, his means he will
to the highest rate of his mental state
oh frankie greasy man of ill
to rest in peace, he must kill
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what you see is a script, and it's all been rehearsed
just a day in the life of a sleepy town
if the folk seem a little too inviting, to an outsiders view
jusy pay no mind, cause it won't be yours for long
a coastal retreat, seems like a good place to rest
you'll be well taken care of, by the morticians request
cause dobbs sets the standards, that the ones must obey
and it's a pleasure to all, cause he's formatted your brain
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KINSKI KONFIDENTIAL
01:24
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THE CANDY AFFAIR
03:21
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run run candy, she only wishes that she could
cause little boy blue sean newton can't help you now
daddy won't pay your ransom, mommy doesn't know what day it is
poor poor candy just can't seem to catch a break
van door opens and it's the last thing that you'll ever see
they got a nice southern california field with a six foot grave wher in the meantime you can rest your head
after school plans went out the window
with three delinquents who can't pull a crime
poor poor candy the things she could have done after class
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DEAR AYLMER
02:32
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it satisfies your every need in pure bliss and delight
it feeds your every craving and it leaves you levitating
as he latches to your open wound itching all your pleasured nerves
he's a saviour to the mundane, and he's just what you deseve
aylmer knows just what to do to keep you on your feet
a gracious host to all involved, a phallic parasite
supplies you with what one demands til the very end
he takes your mind to places that no one would dare to go
the world at large and all that sorrounds you is no concern when you've got a friend like him
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THE BREATHER
02:14
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the only sound you'll hear is the bated breath of the one who's watching you
never one to be exposed, always hiding in who knows where
not in sight but always near, external company is ever so clear
such a pleasure to watch a delight to watch you squirm
anonymous but ever present, just you and me but where am i?
blood runs cold discomfort resides and no one knows just where i hide
watching every movement you make, panting with every step that you take
the sound of silence can be deafening but the sound of the breather is beckoning
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VERNON'S RULES
02:03
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mans evolved through time to become the brute it is today
but vernons seeds were curated into what seems beyond the grade
a transplant from the northern land to hollywood and dive
to exploitation celluloid and a master at his craft
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FEED YOUR VCR
04:33
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Corpus Earthling Hamilton, Ontario
Hamilton Ontario
Lo-Fi primitive Psychotronic rock from the unearthly depths of the steel city
Drum machine,Fuzz Guitars and Sinister Voices
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