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Not Dead Yet
03:40
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NOT DEAD YET. Not dead yet! Why must you turn away when you kill? (Why?) Won’t you see that my corpse twitches still? I’m not dead yet. I’m not dead yet. Don’t you forget… I’m not dead yet. Why must I rot away as you laugh? (Why?) Don’t you feel as I do, ripped in half? I’m not dead yet. I’m not dead yet. Don’t you feel regret? I’m not dead yet… not dead yet! What if I rose again to find you? I’m not dead yet. I’m not dead yet. One grave – To Let. I’m not dead yet… not dead yet!
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Boring!
03:28
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BORING! Let’s go! Never gonna be sober, never gonna go home again. Won’t admit that it’s over, so I’ll just a-keep rotting then. All I see all around me is deranged normality. Emptiness it has found me, but I won’t become what I see – it’s so fake! Boring! Get away from me! Boring! Get away from me – I can withstand no more. I’m feeling so numb now. Loneliness it confounds me, even as I walk down the street. Thousands of you surround me; as I freeze, you burn in the heat. I’ve been lost and I’ve been found guilty of a-one hundred sins. Plant me under shaky ground, and see the straight world always wins. It’s so fake! Boring! Get away from me! Boring! Get away from me – I can withstand no more. I’m feeling so numb now. Oh no! (Third verse, same as the first.) Never gonna be sober, never gonna go home again. Won’t admit that it’s over, so I’ll just a-keep rotting then. All I see all around me is deranged normality. Emptiness it has found me, but I won’t become what I see – it’s so fake! Boring! Get away from me! Boring! Get away from me – I can withstand no more. I’m feeling so numb now. Me, I can withstand no more. I’m feeling so numb now. Oh no! Oh no!
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ENCYCLOPAEDIA SELF-DESTRUCTICA. Thinkin’ of drinkin’ ‘cos life’s an old fad – I’m lickin’ all my wounds and tastin’ dust. If rockin’ n’ rollin’ is scarin’ your dad, what could be more freaky than my lust? Don’t want your fuckin’ sympathy, just want your daughter. Creepin’ in the street, the self-destruct elite midnight marauder. Self-destruct! A life that’s fucked! This soul corrupt! Self-destruct… uh! Thinkin’ of drinkin’ and why the fuck not? Everyone else has left this stage. Neurotic, erotic, narcotic, so what? You’re lookin’ at me like I’m in a cage! Don’t want your fuckin’ apathy, just got to have her. Bleedin’ to the beat, the self-destruct elite lifeless cadaver. Self-destruct! A life that’s fucked! This soul corrupt! Self-destruct… fuck! Once more I try to die… Hit the town and tear it down, they’ll never feel the same; I lose control of my sickened soul and I live with the shame – but I don’t want your fuckin’ sympathy, just makes it tougher. In the public eye I live a drunken lie, in solitude I suffer. Self-destruct! A life that’s fucked! This soul corrupt! Self-destruct! Self-destruct! Self-destruct! Self-destruct! Self-destruct!
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Romero + Juliet
02:47
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ROMERO + JULIET. Hello and welcome to our post-modern world, where men are men or maybe sometimes girls. Our perverse alchemy turns gold into lead, and all we really know is turning living into dead. Bullshit restrictions on real-life depictions – seems that zombie movies are becoming more than fiction! I need a living lover ‘fore I die inside and rise from the grave but leave my mind behind! Feel like I’m fucked up in the fuckin’ head. Feel like I’m fucked up in the fuckin’ head. Feel like I’m fucked up in the fuckin’ head. Feel like I’m fucked up in the fuckin’ head, yeah… When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. Am I dead and dreaming or alive but cursed? But yo, first things first – if worse comes to worst, I’ll be at your side for our romantic suicide. I’ll skoll a pint of poison, meet the ending that you met – but little Miss Capulet’s not really dead yet, so here’s five knives to drive into your breast. Now it’s over – we’re forever at rest. Feel like I’m fucked up in the fuckin’ head. Feel like I’m fucked up in the fuckin’ head. Everywhere I look it’s like Dawn Of The Dead – shoot ‘em in the brain like the redneck said. Feel like I’m fucked up in the fuckin’ head, got a suicide pact with the lovely Juliet. A six-pack of poison brings the darkness near – is this the end of zombie Shakespeare? Feel like I’m fucked up in the fuckin’ head. Feel like I’m fucked up in the fuckin’ head. Everywhere I look it’s like Dawn Of The Dead – shoot ‘em in the brain like the redneck said, yeah. Feel like I’m fucked up in the fuckin’ head, got a suicide pact with the lovely Juliet. A six-pack of poison brings the darkness near – is this the end of zombie Shakespeare?
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Binary
05:48
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BINARY. Walk with me into a dream, spent and lost; take a seat, now you must meet the harshest cost. You are so vivid that I feel less real; you and me, when cut we bleed, but you heal – but you heal. Binary, you’re the one and I am a zero. Binary, live through this so I die a hero, yeah… Talk to me and you will see I am lost. Dream your face and always the taste of your lip gloss. You are so vital that I feel less dead; you and me, an autopsy in my bed – in my head. Binary, you’re the one and I am a zero. Binary, we should bond, but I see no hope... Binary, you’re the one and I am a zero. Binary, say it hurts inside to see me go. Binary, you and me – think about it. Binary, you and me – think about it. Think about it. Binary, you and me – think about it...
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Don't Walk Alone
05:01
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DON’T WALK ALONE. The streets are dark, and they’re not safe – no place for a pretty girl out walking late. Night has fallen, and evil lurks in the hearts of men. Don’t walk alone… The wolf in the darkness, waiting to pounce – the fiend in the shadows, baby look out! Take my cold hand, we will walk through this night, and I will protect you from the things that bite. The woods are dark, and they’re alive – no place for Little Red Riding Hood if she wants to survive. Night has fallen, and hungry mouths wait to devour. Don’t walk alone… don’t walk alone… The wolf in the darkness, waiting to pounce – the fiend in the shadows, baby look out! Take my cold hand, we will walk through this night, and I will protect you from the things that bite. “Like one that on a lonesome road doth walk in fear and dread/and having once turned round walks on and no more turns his head/because he knows a frightful fiend doth close behind him tread…” (S. Coleridge) Don’t walk alone... don’t walk alone... don’t walk alone... don’t walk alone...
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Twice Bitten, Thrice Shy
06:17
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TWICE BITTEN, THRICE SHY. Why do I feel you’re the be all, end all? Why must I chase you until I do fall? Questions unanswered, no-one can explain. You are too beautiful, I am too plain. I sometimes treat you like a piece of meat… so why don’t you hate me? Others do beckon to keep me from harm…but I’d give them all up to die in your arms. Twice bitten, thrice shy, but I would again – anything to make love to you, my friend. I sometimes treat you like a piece of meat… so why don’t you hate me? Time and again I am bitter to your sweet… so why do you love me? Why do you love me? I sometimes treat you like a piece of meat… so why don’t you hate me? Time and again I am bitter to your sweet… so why do you love me?
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Amber & Ashes
06:21
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AMBER & ASHES. Nicotine sun rise another day; again the doubts are creeping in on raptor claws, and she can lift me up on wings of song – watch the world turn black below… but we are safe. Waves of hatred crashing – sin baptised in piss. Found a life I would give mine for, leave it all behind, it’s just amber and ashes. Child and man both seem so far away; again the mighty stake their ground with racist bombs, but she won’t die unless it’s holding hands – martyrdom’s seductive too… we explode. Flames of mutant passion – dreams realised in life. Found a cause I would spill blood for, won’t sell her out and settle down with amber and ashes. All bets on impossibility; again my needs are creeping in with sweaty palms, and she knows how to keep the world away – hide inside her as war breaks… but we are one. Inhibitions crashing – skin baptised in bliss. Found a life I would give mine for, found it’s all the same, it’s just amber and ashes. Found the perfect girl, found this on her lips: “This is all there is, make the most of it.”
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Cemetery Girl
04:10
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CEMETERY GIRL. She comes equipped with her very own crypt, a churchyard that lurks inside her; the dead rise up from their yawning graves, all those who did once divide her – those who entered her cemetery gate, supplicants to her supple cunt. They left a piece of their soul to animate their rotting memory each month… hit it! Her fertile womb, the walls of a tomb – a boneyard where many seek to lay. Around her sepulchre circle the vultures; they dive and strike when they may. She ain’t no succubus, she’s just a woman drawing her pleasures to her breast – but for my own health, I must hunt down those dead and stake them and lay them to rest… yes. Now I lay not softened in a velvet-lined coffin – premature burial ain’t no lie. The walls cave in and hug me, suffocate me – I cannot breathe but I feel so alive. So now it seems that I’m to be next – for this moment I’ve waited and prayed; I lay my memory in the casket within, and her smile is as bright as the day…
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PLEASE DON’T FUCK ANYBODY ELSE. Rock it! Before I go out with you tonight, you better know I’m keeping you in my sight. You have told me it will be all right… hear what I say, please don’t think to betray! Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Sorry, but I have to know that you’re leaving with me or alone; sorry, but I have to stress, ‘cos next to you I feel worthless. While I’m drinking with you tonight, I’m doing my best to keep you in my sight. Every smile you share makes me uptight, and all my tears taste of my darkest fears! Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Sorry, but I have to know that you’re leaving with me or alone. Sorry, but I have to stress, ‘cos next to you I feel worthless. Worthless! Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else. Please don’t fuck anybody else, anybody else, anybody else, anybody else, anybody else, anybody else, anybody else, anybody else, anybody else…
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Desire, Pain, Desire
06:04
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DESIRE, PAIN, DESIRE. Falling head over heels is a great way to break your back – take it from one who fell, and again. (And again, and again...) That’s why I’m slow to feel love for anyone now, though I still need my fix now and then… Goodbye to romance and misery, bye bye, bye bye. I suppose you know it’s always... Desire, pain, desire, pain, desire – the flames of yearning burning higher… Although I guard my heart, it’s just a matter of time before I fall again and get broke. Intransigence in a man, goddamned is all I am; watch as my dreams disperse like smoke. Goodbye to good times and fantasy, bye bye, bye bye. I suppose you know it’s always… Desire, pain, desire, pain, desire – the flames of yearning burning higher… A buyer came inspired by the liar – barely breathing, seething fire… Desire, pain, desire, pain, desire – the flames of yearning burning higher… Desire, pain, desire, pain, desire – the flames, the flames of my desire...
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SHE WILL BE THE END OF ME. If you knew the thoughts behind this face when I talk to you, maybe you’d not be so quick to assume my love is true. Caught in a dark place where the winds chill to the bone, I uncover conspiracies by those with hearts of stone. And if I can’t let go, she will control all that I know. No happy coincidences, just missing links – another horror movie screens every time I blink. Laying trust in your faith to a man who can’t keep up – hoping that your self-control defeats the urge to fuck. And if I can’t let go, she will control all that I know. And if I relapse and bleed, I can foresee the end of me. Have mercy… If I had the peace of mind to trust you like I should… but the way your mind works I have never understood. I feel so helpless in the face of your liberty; every time you need the sex you turn away from me! And if I can’t let go, she will control all that I know. And if I relapse and bleed, I can foresee the end of me. Me! The end of me! The end of me! The end of me! The end of me! The end of me! The end of me! The end of me! The end of me! FUCK! Behold the nightmare that’s sure to come – behold the nightmare for here she comes. Behold the nightmare that’s sure to come – behold the nightmare for here she comes. She comes...
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Both Wings Broken
06:13
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BOTH WINGS BROKEN. I’ll take you in if you promise not to be late; conditions apply, please don’t fold, spindle or mutilate. I’ll put my trust in you, what else is there to say? I need someone like you, I am in disarray. Disarray… I’d like to fly but my wings have been broken. I’d like to lie but the words have been spoken. I’ll fall in love if you’ll just let me hold your hand. I’m the most pathetic boy, please try to understand. Just like a junkie, I’m craving you again; fix me, I’m broken, make me into a man. Make me a man… I’d like to cry but my eyes will not open. I’d rather die if your love for me is token… My wings are broken. My eyes won’t open. Words I’ve spoken, they’ve left me broken…
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