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Nothing After
Low down on the food chain
Keep telling yourself
They don’t deserve the same
Go back from where you came
Nothing exists but what you know
And what you know is all you need
My love has limits
Limited colour range
Everything needs to look the same
What’s the point? There’s nothing after
You hate them because you hate yourself
What’s the point? There’s nothing After
If you can’t hear me
Then you don’t have the ears to hear.
You hate them because you hate yourself
What’s the point? There’s nothing After
If you can’t hear me
Then you don’t have the ears to hear
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I’ll be your pound of flesh
It’ll make you feel better
Chewing through your sadness
Gifting onto me
I’ll take your regrets whole
Swallow down and take the toll
Thankyou for this black. You’ll never get it back.
I’ll be your pound of flesh
Only you know best
I’ll eat you pain and keep it safe
Lock and key for the rest
Of my existence. My resilience
Is nothing to the holes you dig.
Ignite the burning
I’m moving into the place between the walls you made for me
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Caligula
05:59
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There’s a universe expanding right in front of our eyes.
If I could touch the planets and let then decide
Because the universe inside me has already died
And all I see around me is nothing but flies
All hail Caligula
All hail Caligula for now
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War, famine oh pestilence Death
Take a little bit and we’ll take the f*****g rest
You’re doing fine and you’re keeping in line
Here we come galloping
Engorged in wine
Can you feel the earth moving little ones
Can you smell the soil cry
Our hooves bring the truth
Can you hear the chaos coming
Get ready to sing
Something for the horsemen
Anything. Just give me something
We’ve been riding so hard
Anything. Just give me something
Something for the horsemen
We’ll f**k you real good
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I see things for what could have been
Segregation so still it can’t be seen
Feral and final. The ever upward spiral
The rats are swimming in that cream
We can be calm if you stop and put down the pen.
We can love again if you fight off the offend.
We can be calm if you stop and put down the pen.
We can love again if you fight off the offend
The rats come together
On thrashing tails they are born
The rats come together
Stripes of flesh that they have worn
The rats come together
In their f*****g dirty horde
It’s not fraud because it’s their fraud
The rats come together
On thrashing tails they are born
The rats come together
Stripes of flesh that they have worn
The rats come together
In their f*****g dirty horde
It’s not fraud because it’s their fraud
I, I know. It lifts you up so high.
Survive the throws.
So strong. Pissing on your own homes.
May your high be forever.
The rats come together
On thrashing tails they are born
The rats come together
Stripes of flesh that they have worn
The rats come together
In their f*****g dirty horde
The rats come together
It’s not fraud because it’s their fraud
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Ratchet
06:21
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I know what you want
I know what you need
To engage your seed
And make it bleed
Blood, blackest blood
That sulphur smells good to me
Take it worldwide
Make the f*****s fry
Hang em high
The rats are put in position
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Fatigue
02:32
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Asche zu Asche
Staub zu Staub
Brennende Rache
Wohl vertraut
Asche zu Asche
Haut an Haut
Wollust entfache
Asche auf dein Haupt
Junges Blut
Ewig Glut
Junges Blut
Eisern Mut
*Translated to English
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Burning vengeance
Well-known
Ashes to ashes
Skin to skin
Arouse lust
Ashes on your head
Young blood
Eternal embers
Young blood
Iron courage
Are we getting nearer?
Or are we all just Nero?
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It Will Never Be Enough
09:04
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I can see the audience flee
A disperse of mind body and free
Thought. The string that’s holds us tied together.
All I eat and all i spread. It’s never enough to keep them fed.
The hunger that consumes itself.
Memories of a child
The gleeful warm embrace
i will bathe in the wide pool of nothing
Until I correct myself
I correct the world
I correct the beasts that bark at truth
I correct it all
It will never enough
It will be enough
It will be enough
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