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Back Door
01:35
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Backdoor:
Time to look and concentrate
Complication makes you happy
Look at what you’ve done
Never loved again
I’ll wait and see
I’ll wait and see
I’ll wait and see
I’ll wait and see
Culture is devious
Makes you want it more
You head for the door
You head for the door
I’ll wait and see
I’ll wait and see (x8)
Complication makes you happy
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2. |
Pete Shaved His Head
02:24
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Pete Shaved His Head:
Go and grab your scissors
Cut out the subtlety
Carve through reality
I wanna see it work
I wanna know the chemistry
I wanna feel your energy
Chop down formalities
Sliced up conceptually
Shave off humanity
Cuz Pete. Shaved. His head. (X2)
Change out our looks
Trim our books
Process our conduits
Captivate our communities
You won’t believe what I saw
No, no you won’t ... you won’t believe what I saw!
Cuz Pete. Shaved. His head.
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3. |
Gut Rot
01:19
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Gut Rot:
Combative fatalities
No need for transparency
Look at the bodies
blood in the streets
Gut rot, gut rot
Narcissist, with no plot
Gut rot, gut rot
Can’t conceive what you don’t got
Gut rot, gut rot
Gut rot, gun cocked
Trespass on loose rocks
Bled on foreign sands
Never gave your hands
Gut rot, gut rot
Narcissist, with no plot
Gut rot, gut rot
Can’t believe what you can’t stop
Gut rot, gut rot
combative fatalities
pass a tax; pay the fee
we need the bodies
dead and complete
Gut rot, gut rot
Narcissist, with no plot
Gut rot, gut rot
let them die so you can not
Gut rot, gut rot
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4. |
Talk to Me
02:53
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Talk To Me:
Who will I talk to?
Who will I talk to?
Who will I talk to?
Who will I talk to?
It seems like nobody wants to talk to me anymore.
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong!
I would love for somebody to look in my direction.
Give me some sort of attention, give me some sort of... something that I can go off of.
I don't know what I did wrong... somebody tell me what I did!
I don't, I don't wanna be on instagram and talk to you... I want to have a real life conversation.
It appears I can't do that anymore, everyone strays away.
What do I do? Where do I go?
I think I... I think I made a friend... I think I found somebody who I can hang out with! Who I can visit! Who I can converse with about music... or other things that we both enjoy. All I have to do is walk to their house... they live pretty close! It's just gunna be a lot of walking and talking, walking and talking!
WALK. TALK. WALK. TALK. WALK. TALK. WALK. TALK. TALK. TALK. TALK. TALK. TALK.
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Control You
02:33
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Control You:
Look at me
What did you say?
Stealing looks.
judging away.
uninspired
Lacking display.
What’s on your mind?
Who is to say?
I’m a myth
Dust of the earth
Devouring
All of your worth.
Sit next to me
I got some words
Bold and true
i control you
look at mine
now look at the theirs
what do you see?
who fucking cares?
undesired, unimpressed
by the black hole in your chest
I’m a lie
I can be seen
in your mind
and on your screen
I’m the whole
I’m in control
Follow me
humanity
I'm in control (rep)
I’m a myth
Dust of the earth
Devouring
All of your worth.
Sit next me
I got some words
Bold and true
i control you
I'm in control
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