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Autopunisher
04:11
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Tell me if it’s fun, after all the failures
To watch the giddy elephants crush desecrated doves
My dick feels like a gun, the only legal weapon
I’ll shoot my honest gratitude into some crevices above
Morning, here I come – a slow-burning loser
Sampling different layers of priapic agony
Moloch beats his drum, making no excuses
All the veins are severed and the fountain slowly bleeds
At least we do an awesome job at hiding disaffection
At least we keep the noble equilibrium
I hope it’s eating at us both and I’m not mistaken
Who said we don’t deserve our cosmic liaison?
Are you medicated now? Entrapped by ugly rumors?
The Mandala of rooms invades your cold prescription dreams
Now tell me if it’s fun
Devoid of any humor, our dangerous agenda has reshaped us from within
So who’s the boss?
And who’s the martyr?
I bear the cross!
And it gets harder, harder, harder!
At least we do an awesome job
At least we serve a noble cause
Now it’s a real horror show
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Upotia 271
05:09
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Just look at my hands – they’re hard’n’heavy
And closeness savvy
That’s how we animals roll
The last line of defense is deteriorating
And I shouldn’t have blamed her at all
Why can’t you see the catastrophe?
Please feed my demons and go
Will you get them? Tell me, you will get them, girl
Why can’t you see the catastrophe?
This is the end of my world
Armageddon, this is Armageddon, yo!
I’m an old man, I’m an old man
Squatting in a van, messing with a magiс wand
Smoking ancient weed, tell me what you need
Scarabs all around, hissing in the dark
All in slow-mo, all in slow-mo, get down!
Do you feel sick, you lunatic? I’m rooting for your purity
Bedazzled seductresses, erotic paralysis
Fleshy panoramas, materialistic dramas
True machos in pajamas still crying for their mamas
But you’re the one who’s fearless in the dead of night
So take this broken dick and learn to fight
For your life
I walk in a trance
See pedestrians waving
As the horniness drains me
The fine art of losing control
Fear swallows my brains
And her zombie persuasion
Drags me over the edge and beyond
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We wash our days in orange light of Betelgeuse
We share our nights with skinny, coked-up prostitutes
With goat-faced pushers and Lacanian scholars
With damaged MILFs and cod-Victorian poofs
Kill the motherfuckers
Before they kick our caffeinated ass
DCI Mudakis
Will decorate you corpse with gummy bears
Relax, we’ll talk specifics later
Breathe in miasma of downtown
Step on the death accelerator
The fun’s just started
Officer down!
Enjoy the static
Officer down!
We cracked the code of anti-social fewer doom
We smashed the creepy goblet of satanic goo
Police Academy tattoos on our biceps
You are my partner and I tell you the truth, bro
Criminal transgression
Where did I put that skull, mon brave?
Predator confessions
More intimate than your forbidden love
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Rhapsodic Pagan
03:16
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instrumental
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Agent Awkward
05:38
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Come closer, Agent Awkward
Do a line and welcome aboard
Who knows what’s being offered?
Don’t bail on us, we need your support
You enter heaven with all these people, bikinied divas and grinning suits
Fine champagne will make your giggle, it’s time to mingle and let loose
You are the deputy with no identity
A cipher full of vigor and spunk
Poor choices made you rich, so give a thank you speech
The jury will jacuzzi your junk
Hey, gigolo
There is no law
Anubis moving full steam ahead
Handsome parvenu
Now you’re trancing and you’re grooving and you’re handling it like a Renaissance man
Dancing in the pool, you’re the avatar of cool and you never want this party to end, boy
never want this party
never want this party
never want this party to end
Dined among the disappeared
– D.B. Cooper, Avo Piht
Earhart, Bierce, Louie Le Prince
Venerated absentees
Richey Manic quoting Marx
Mike Rockefeller with his jungle scars
Ylenia Carrisi rocking sexy shorts
Donald Crowhurst downing shots
Illuminati alumnae - will you close an eye for me?
Let me see you close an eye for me!
Let me see you disappear
Sweaty Lolitas making faces through peacock feathers and jungle haze
No social networks keep your traces, your history completely erased
You are the escapee, no friends or family
No lovers, no possessions, no roots
Poor choices made you rich, so give a thank you speech
This ship of ghosts your final kibbutz
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Centaur Sr.
04:14
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Night’s queasy blackness hides my shame
Why do I have to be so lame?
The past, face down in a pool of wine
Nasty habits of a happy clown
Time to accept my destiny - finally, finally
Mischievous gods abandoned me
When I succumbed to boredom
The very day we broke apart - cry for me, cry for me
A beautiful city died in my heart
A mystical city drowned in my heart
Love is not a gift to be returned
Blood smeared across the bathroom floor
Night, can you stay here for a while?
Why does she lie here with this weird Kabuki smile?
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Rubber capes and bondage ropes
Painful closure in details
You peer through broken telescopes
Gorging on distorted space
Trying to cure misanthropy
With medieval discipline
Demons hiding in a tree
Merchant’s groan and soldier’s grin
Come in, she’s already naked
Come in, it’s you turn to take her
Come in, there’s no need to fake it
Come in and dive into vacuum
Throughout her vacancy your soul is stretched, a shameful shroud
Polluted potency
You’re bound to fall through endless pits of doubt
They threw themselves like animals
Salivating at her feet
Madness in their lupine eyes
The loop of torture made complete
They tore her knitted wedding dress
As horns approved calamities
Remedies on witches’ breath
Sacred flesh on rotten teeth
No sound
She’s gone and stones are mired in coldness
Unwound, the thread of life will vanish in the ground
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Fly Dexa Fly
04:37
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I dreamt of a party on a hill, supremely drunk
Dancing away the fear of being left behind
Religiously naked, we tripped by the lake, wet bodies were shaking, unconcerned
And all of a sudden, I’m standing outside and years just keep on sliding, no returns
I will cut my heart in two, if you want me to
I just wonder without you around the city
Fly high, fly high, courageous
No need to cry, you’re ageless
And we’re happy in our cages
I’ll never touch the skyline like you do
We’re losing our friends while keeping straight faces and hitting walls
And nothing can mask the bird-shaped hole that scars my soul
It feels like falling, when nobody’s home and the voices keep calling through the fog
Happiness happened, it’s never too late to add an amusing epilogue
There’s nothing left to break
We did it, we did it, yeah!
Never let me down
Bodies all around
I believe in you
Take me somewhere new
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Alien Eve
04:32
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Can you define the impact of neglect, inspecting dusky wastelands of your soul?
Is there any chance your tenderness prevails over disillusion and loss?
See the giant flower rotting back to bloom
See the cities inundated with clouds
Hungry walls of vegetation breaking through
Let them swallow what is left of our hearts
One day you’ll feel the inescapable tide
Imperial hopes reanimated inside
Under the glowing and hysterical moon
Hey, Alien Eve, will you relive the moment of our confluence?
Will you believe? Will you forgive?
Kissed by a demon fox
Vibrating tears in an iron box
Fears crawl from a hole in a broken wall
Raw nerves hang low from a skeleton
See the blurry apparition of a nervous child
Burning holy red in Devil’s own nightclub
Juggling images of separated lovers
Turning us into self-shattering messiahs
Here glides the swan
The long nights of our summer
My love, so long
Your light lives inside me
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instrumental
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Your pussy in the sea
It’s floating through green waters and recycled memories
Your pussy never sleeps
It’s hungry for some action through unlimited tantrism
And all the sailors see its crazy glow – oh, no!
They drop the cables, wrecking Neptune’s home – oh-oh!
And it’s so hard to stay afloat
But then your lips send me a kiss and I say: OOOOOOOOOH
Good duck, my dick got stuck
How can I escape this clusterfuck?
No swag, two steps back
Gimme my Bulgarian training bag
Can you hear me yell in the submarine?
Can you hear me yell in the submarine?
Baby, it’s my only fantasy – to see your pussy in the sea, hey!
No booze, damn cabooze
Someone’s gonna blame the octopus!
No swag, two steps back
Gimme my Bulgarian training back
Poking in the yellow submarine
Poking in the yellow submarine
Your pussy through a prism
The glistening of its wisdom compensates for wasted dreams
Your pussy needs my jism
Let underwater wizards fill your mystery to the brim
And all the sailors sing a merry song – hey, ho!
They drop the anchor and medusas crawl back home
And it’s so hard to stay afloat
Open your lips like an abyss and take me home
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Smashed by Ikarus
08:34
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Now I’m really bleeding out
Through my forehead portal
Just a broken automat
Gave up too early
Undying recess
Vasectomy of spirit
Now kill the meanies
And bomb my district
Now I’m really reaching out
To my golden childhood
Robots fighting in the grass
Lasers blasting proudly
Bleeding like a broken girl
Screaming through a clenched fist
Already old
Tell me what I’ve missed
Final words from the book, illegible
Dark mysterious words
I will try not to look, transfixed by the past and the twitter of ghosts
Final words from the book, predictable
Insupportable hopes
Get the worm off the hook, just let me go
Smash my soul into earth
The bus is coming
I’ve never been so high
The sun is rising
Just let me close my eyes
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