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Greenseeker
08:45
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Choke on the dope smoke bones, find oxygen
Green paint will coat my lungs, find oxygen
Stacking the bones in a pile
Cleansing the prophet with fire
Burning a hole in the sky
I am, burning a hole in my side
More than human, I become Archangel
Down in the undergrowth, then i'll become a panther
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Meet The Abyss
05:48
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Float down river
Got some money
Your mind is closed
Got my river
Find some money
Your brains are cold
I take the form of a bear
I hope you choke
I hope to still be around
To see you meat the abyss
Scream and cry for me
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What the fuck was I thinking?
My helmet is on wrong
Fucked up on Endor
How did I get so drunk?
I am your father
I am hungover
Body-shots on the Death Star
what the fuck have I done?
Can you hear me Luke?
I cannot see for the puke
Where's my lightsaber?
Tell the Emperor - "Fuck off"
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Stump
07:06
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Come down my darling, into the forest we go
To make an offering, to join us
Amputee witchcraft, drink up your mushroom tea
We limp to the place, where we will find the stump
And we kneel
Get on your knees
The stump is waiting
The stump is real
Our cleaver is sharp, chose a hand or a foot
Your limbs are heavy, come lay them on the stump
The bad news, we're out of tape and bandages
If you would join us, then we must see you dance
Dance before the stump, bleed deep into its bark
The stump will rise
Im your witch doctor, sucking the skin of a toad
Your face is bloodless, you vomit on your stump
The stump will rise, its a part of me now
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Level 5 Wizard
07:59
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Our skins on too tight buddy
We smash up tombs
In clubs, we bite
The witching hour is calm
Pull up my chest hair
Smash in our sorry brains all night
The witching hour is calm
Is it true, have you become
A level five wizard
My eyes drown in razor blades
Staring into frozen water
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LSD Vampyr
05:19
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Someone to bleed a bit for me, I got more LSD
Sharpen my teeth and sing, I got more LSD
I got more LSD, you are my enemy
I will, drain your faith
I am, made of eyes
I can, eat your bones
I will, destroy my afternoon tea
I got more LSD, you are my enemy
Im hungry, you know this
I destroy my afternoon tea
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Mindweasels
09:58
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The little bastards eat the walls
the roof will fall in on your head
and i can see them crawl
Theyre eating all my admin staff
Theyre turning all my files corrupt
The weasels tore our reception apart
And the question we all ask is, who will save us now?
The weasels ate my
Office supplies
Curse their tiny little hides
The weasels take it all
And they leave us in debt
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