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[The God Gun is a gun, when put to your head, if you pull the trigger, you will not only kill yourself, but also instantaneously, painlessly, eliminate all human beings from the earth]
When I say
When I say
I want you all to be gone
When I say, When I say
My finger’s on the trigger.
What’s brave?
You’re done
What’s saved?
What’s gone?
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
Can you do it?
Can you do it?
One break
All gone
Some saved
God Gun.
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3. |
Totalitarian Pissing
05:39
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I need a translator
I tune in, it fails,
I don’t know, I don’t know why.
Step round this, big crater,
Speak not of creator,
I don’t know, I don’t know why.
I saw you yesterday,
Seething, out for pray.
You know my man, your friend,
So peaceful, We been blessed,
But soon you will deny it.
You really went for me, My family, it got deep.
I see you, I see it all.
I dig a bit deeper,
And I found your keeper, A price on your head.
See you, instigator,
Oppressor, you maker,
You faux cry, You faux cry.
Rooting for a fate that ends all trust now, now,
And any eloquence held to defence,
As you re-define our words again.
No resistance, your divine high power,
Incinerate all heretics,
Off with their heads.
Obliterate all that you hate,
Never contemplate as your own fate,
You’ll never see the light again.
This empty vessel makes the loudest noise,
Tearing through the soles destroyed,
You’ll never see the light again.
See you instigator,
Oppressor, you maker,
You faux cry, you faux cry
Divineness, creator, A vengeance, Aggressor,
A price on your heads.
For protection you must join a gang now, now.
Sovereignty of self is dead.
Each soul is reigned right in.
No resistance, your divine high power,
Tearing down enlightened gifts,
And the tyranny that this will bring.
Obliterate all that you hate,
Never contemplate as your own fate,
You’ll never see the light again.
This empty vessel makes the loudest noise,
Tearing through the souls destroyed.
Never see the light again.
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Well he struts in boldly,
Just like a bad man,
He got cojones well I’ll give him that.
Just when I think he’s fronting,
Too close to danger,
He cracks a smile and with open arms and he say,
DANCE
Procrastination, she taps a rhythm, She starts to rise and she starts to sway.
There was no provocation, just need for movement,
mirrored patterns in the Universe, And I say
DANCE
Dance like Vasili
Vasili says.
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5. |
Blind Side
07:42
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I Keep falling,
Blind side,
I keep falling,
I lost my mind.
When you’re scared,
You hold my hand,
And we dared,
To free from our thought
And understand.
As we dare
To faulter, flounder,
All aware,
We fall for our lives,
All risk is higher,
All risk is higher.
How I fear,
How I fear,
How I fear,
How I fear for the heathens.
How I fear for the heathens, the false and the weakened.
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6. |
Run Pilgrim
05:39
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Broken hearts and alcohol,
Disaster’s almost palpable,
This town int the world to me,
Your broken heart’s no prophecy.
Vengeance makes a judgment call,
The knife will rise, and she will fall.
Biding time, is such a sin,
This is no good for me,
And I better not be here.
Blackest coffee fills the air,
It covers filth and some despair,
Fevered in a manic haze, some beaten, buried in a grave.
Running far and run within,
The journey’s long, the lights grow’s dim.
This could be my darkest day,
I have much more to make, so I better not be here.
When purpose falls,
Your sense of reason,
Plots to stall,
Now run my Pilgrim.
You must travel far and wide, for the stories you must tell,
Travel far, cross the Seas,
Let stories unfold, coz you’re no good to me here.
Risks and danger, jewels unfold, are your senses learning well.
Travel far, cross the seas,
Let stories be told, coz you’re no good to me here.
When purpose falls,
Your sense of reason, plots to stall, now run my Pilgrim
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7. |
Hospital Visit
03:39
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It feels so good to be well fed,
I would have liked to stay longer,
I did not miss my own bed,
My demons scream with hunger.
I beat ‘em down
Right Down
I beat ‘em down
I have not flinched a whole weekend,
But now the ticks grow stronger,
Well we can always take deep breathes,
There will be changes in moments
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True Say
05:48
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Truth says, Truth says, it insisted.
All of what you do int right,
All of what you do in spite,
Hell hath no fury like a victim, Hell hath no fury like a tyranny.
God made you to fight better wars,
She’s not your saviour, and he never was.
Burn cities,
Like a living scorn,
He’s not your saviour when you never learn.
Eyes wide, like the swelling seas,
Rising up, just like an effigy.
Eyes wide, Eyes wide,
You were blind, now tell me you can see.
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11. |
The Neck Verse (Bonus)
09:13
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