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Preface
00:48
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Cannibals
04:05
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When they out run the streets
We will all be the meat
Oh our kind will all be broken up
When they hunt in the square
Where your toys all appear
Be prepared or you'll be taken from
When they out run the streets
We will be their meals
Cannibals, animals, all eating as usual
Stuffing their face while they try to stay beautiful
Obsessed with the best meat they can get
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Masters
02:24
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Caustic
03:47
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Face to face
Eye to eye
Fist to fist
We check all our sides
Caustic bonds
Frail links
Losing is a common thing
Lost yet another friend today
But if you ever need somebody to talk to....
If you're out on the edge
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My City
03:17
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Woke up in a sweat in the coldness of a fire
Nightmares again only sweat can inspire
The truth in your hands
Lie to me, lie to them
Woke in the morning sitting high and pretty
I killed myself so I could kill my city
If I fall, we can fall, we will fall, through it all
It's over again, lie with me as friends
Woke up in the morning sitting high and pretty
Killed myself so I could kill my city
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6. |
Tibetans ft. Step1
03:40
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7. |
Death
02:50
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8. |
7th Weathers
03:33
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Inhale
Exhale
No fail its all on the nail
White diamonds of blood in the summer
Hands grab at you pulling you under
Drown out in sand
Greet god in the palm of his hand
This was the last stance
This was your last chance
Hit the fucking road jack
This tango was your last dance
hyper real
human meal
skip the fork to cop a feel
From the feet
To the mouth
Nail the coffin down and out
All my life I want money and power
But in my death my goals are looking dour
Use the ruthless
Tear through the meat
Right back down
from the head to the feet
Coming back round
Hear me murder the beat
Like they murdered the street
Settle down take a seat and listen
What a nice day to die
The air is crisp and the wind is right
Nothin beats, we go cold as ice
We get lost in the weather
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A bonfire on the beach
Our skin is sand when it meets
1 and 1 is 2
Just me and you
Oh yea
What's wrong with love baby?
Are we going crazy?
Sit on my lap and I'll make you my lady
I don't wanna lie babe
Somethings Going On
Not a cloud in the sky
Me and you, you and I
Rolling waves at night
Watch for the tide
Oh no
What's wrong with love baby?
Are we going crazy?
Sit on my lap and I'll make you my lady
I don't wanna lie babe
Somethings Going On
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