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Obedience
01:59
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the wasted minutes you couldn't see
the squandered moments when you were free
the charismatic who stole the scene
caressed yr ego and took out yr knees
(and now you're)
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
the ravages of luxury
the scorched earth of conformity
the hissing lust and sorcery
the fading spectre of what you could be
the ravages of luxury
the ravages of luxury
(and now you're)
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
looking for a leader baby
give me direction
looking for a leader someone
give me my line
looking for a leader baby
give me direction
looking for a leader someone
give me my line
BREEDING YR OBEDIENCE
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waist-deep in it now
and we're squirming under the judgment
the narcissist dislodged
like a shark tooth on the sidewalk
COCKTAILS. COCAINE. EGOS, BLOODSTAINED
WTFF?
this place is a digital blizzard
the glamour pantomime and the queen bee wanna-be's
i hate these people staring
make them go away from me
COCKTAILS. COCAINE. EGOS, BLOODSTAINED
MIDNIGHT. CHAMPAGNE. LOUD GIRLS ON THE L TRAIN
the space bar jockeys bathing in the strobelight
the wobble remix
the brooding hostess
the multiplying dance floor
the witches of New York
the vampires of the V.I.P.
follow the cocaine trail to Valhalla
hail Satan!
COCKTAILS. COCAINE. EGOS, BLOODSTAINED
MIDNIGHT. CHAMPAGNE. LOUD GIRLS ON THE L TRAIN
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Synthesizer License
03:01
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you like the fuzz on my guitar
you squirm for the sorcery of overhead compression
i say it's not a proper job
you'll never turn those heads in the vintage clothing store without your
SYNTHESIZER LICENSE
SYNTHESIZER LICENSE
SYNTHESIZER LICENSE
SYNTHESIZER LICENSE
analog is yr black card
like Gary Oldman, you'll be eating every scene
you know it's not a proper job
to simply live between the white keys
*RELEASE*DECAY*SUSTAIN*ATTACK
*RELEASE*DECAY*SUSTAIN*ATTACK
*RELEASE*DECAY*SUSTAIN*ATTACK
*RELEASE*DECAY*SUSTAIN*ATTACK
(you won't be havin' none of that without a)
SYNTHESIZER LICENSE
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
(Andee and Leon duel)
SYNTHESIZER LICENSE...
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Hiding in Public Spaces
03:15
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hiding in public spaces
it's what i do best
wearing all my favorite faces
always overdressed
and you know my affliction
it's not a mile away from yours
harlequins need addictions:
mine is fiction and yours is keeping score
gotcha mustache, gotcha short-shorts
gotcha face-plant to yr iPhone
gotcha filter for yr photos
we're the shark tooth in the blow-hole
we're the flat-line of the party
really artless, but we're "arty"
we're the bloodless and the normal
we're the black paint on the portal
and you know my affliction
it's not a mile away from yours
harlequins need addictions:
mine is fiction and yours is keeping score
hiding in public spaces
don't you know that it's what
fuckin' i do best
crushing anything like sincerity
underneath a mask of self-righteousness
and you know my affliction....
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Love Is Theatre
03:19
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always a catastrophe inbetween the lines
every conversation full of land mines
so pull yr gun
these blues been sung
find yr line in the screenplay my dear
cuz this love is theatre
the war and the warrior
the seduction of destruction
we're at the mouth of hell, but hey --
we're only following instructions
you've been stockpiling ammunition
readying for war
on the outside a smile
but hey, what is it good for?
so pull yr gun
these blues been sung
find yr line in the screenplay my dear
cuz this love is theatre
the actor and the poet go storming the border
inside they're just the same, but hey --
they're only following orders
so pull yr gun
these blues been sung
find yr line in the screenplay my dear
cuz this love is theatre
the poet and the warrior
inside they're just the same
so find yr line in the screenplay my dear
cuz this love is theatre
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This Is Art
03:04
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rats running wild in yr mind
the dots are disconnected all the time
spatter and spew, dijon bijou
you are the swan and
the swan is yr design
clouds of rhinestones
choke my filthy heart
Izabel vicodin high
the lights and the generators die
in my heart, a sad bouquet
of cupid arrows flung from yr bidet
sequined eyes steal glances
but this ain't what romance is
this is art
missives pass from dead lips
and swirls of glitter choke my
choke my
choke my
filthy
filthy
heart
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Favourite Threat
04:34
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last time i saw you, you were underneath the ice
the horror of the blank page and the never- ending night
that oozing confidence lives only in the sun
but the meltdowns in the small hours are seen by no one
seen by no one
next time i see you, will you be my favorite threat?
will you knock me on the floor, like i ain't been murdered yet?
will your lust for the normal be washed into the sea?
ya gotta
ya gotta
drown that sucker baby, and let yr spirit be
last time i touched you, you were colder than the ground
the noise of yr conscience was the loudest sound
will you put this one behind you, and fire up yr eyes?
or will you draw that bath of sorrow, and melt into the sky?
next time i see you, will you be my favorite threat?
will you knock me on the floor, like i ain't been murdered yet?
will your lust for the normal be washed into the sea?
ya gotta
ya gotta
drown that sucker baby, and let yr spirit be
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Scandal In Apt #3
03:21
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you're wary of my gravity;
i tremble at yr indiscretion
the scandal in apartment 3
the neighbors feast on our confessions
this car is outta control
this place is crawling with spies
this night is eating us whole
our wheels dance on the black ice
and whiskey fever has my eyes
i am deluded and diluted
i gotta laugh if i can't cry
the veins of logic are polluted
THE VEINS OF LOGIC ARE POLLUTED
THE VEINS OF LOGIC ARE POLLUTED
THE VEINS OF LOGIC ARE POLLUTED
THE VEINS OF LOGIC ARE POLLUTED
we are the black paint on the portal
we are the black paint on the portal
WE ARE THE BLACK PAINT ON THE PORTAL
WE ARE THE BLACK PAINT ON THE PORTAL
SCANDAL IN APT #3
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Careful Where You Step
03:32
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yr mind's eye is bloodshot
you live in the blind spot
this place gone ballistic
we'll become statistics
when i'm in a tight spot
i dance like a robot
they're pissed off and twisted
we can't stay and kick it
i'm up to my face in
the stench and the taste and
i'm trying to find you
so i can rewind you
(and the moon is laughing)
the street is electric
with crooks and their step-kids
(and the seas are rising)
CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEP
CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEP MY DARLING
the next stop is gunshots and
head shops and hip hop
and dead weight at cut-rate
don't dilate or fixate
(and the night's out-classin')
the floodgates of cheapskates
and inflated primates
(and the ships are passing)
CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEP
CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEP MY DARLING
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Into Mortal Drains
02:52
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shovel in, shovel out
blinkers on, we paint the house today
so hooray
a candle here, a curtain there,
heaters bang while neighbors sleep away
another day
cushions on dusty floors
cracking paint un-hides the walls in here
where it's clear
features once beautiful
run like tallow into mortal drains
with the rain
once a flower, crumpled now
sullied by the influence of nights
that you despised
once we were delicate
tears that streaked erosion down our face
took our place
camera click, camera flash
turn in place and bat the lash again
and again
bleached until featureless
desperately correcting evidence
of what is spent
shovel in, shovel out
blinkers on, we paint the house today
so hooray
a candle here, a curtain there,
heaters bang while neighbors sleep away
another day
cushions on dusty floors
cracking paint un-hides the walls in here
where it's clear
features once beautiful
run like tallow into mortal drains
with the rain
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11. |
Galaxies of Neon
03:52
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he was full of broken glass
she was an oracle of class
when all the awkward gestures had passed
he got between the headphones at last
AND NOW YOU ARE A MILE HIGH
WITH ANGER IN YR SAD EYES
GALAXIES OF NEON
AND THE UNKNOWN
ARE YR NEW HOME
he was an automatic loss
always the skinned knee on the sidewalk
and they would be kissing yr ass
if they could see behind yr mask
BUT NOW YR LIFE IS ALL GLOOM
CUZ THEY MADE YOU CRY IN HOMEROOM
YOU COULD SMASH THEIR LITTLE FACES
AND ERASE THEM - YOU CAN TASTE IT!
you stare into the meter...
the volume makes you freer...
you feel the synthesizer...
is making you wiser...
and two guitar chords...
delivered by a Marshall...
sweetly exorcise..
and make you twice yr size...
AND NOW YOU ARE A MILE HIGH
THE GODS ARE NOW YR ALLIES
GALAXIES OF NEON
AND THE UNKNOWN
ARE YR NEW HOME
la-da-da-da-da-da...
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