1. |
Statues Of The Virgin
02:39
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Crossed-out fourteen of them tonight
crossed-off wanting fucking money
No waves of depression / Know no way out
No way...
Crossed-out took me out / Before i could let them
So i crossed-out everything that meant anything
To you
My external sense of westerning/ sees the crossed-path bullets and the president somehow meeting
Cross me out/ And I feel / Crossed-out everyday
Do i cross your mind? / Oh your little mind
Im still waiting for the days to come
To link all the sources of burden
and It comes right out
Crossed up out of this ammo / All crossed out but full of life
Crossed-out enemies /
Somehow it comes better /Than serving a bad time
Crossed off full of misery
Hey
Crossed out you never know the circles you make
You know exactly what i wanna take
So lift it up over to my eyes
Come in here its just me / And your mind
Crossed out your broken heart / when it Crosses me
Crossed it off the cross of life now
cross you number seventeen
Now
Crossed out everything
That looks to lead and leave us
I cross out everything tonight // cross out everything
i once was slaved / now im saved
we asked your god / dont have the answers
crossed out everything its all a reaction
crossed out of your mind tonight
your living one way / you got your own time,
now you got your own / you got your own time.
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2. |
Occult Punk Gang
02:37
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Yesterday's gone, There's no tomorrow
I hold onto this one fact, I know it's true.
Too many times, head in my hands
Just looking around, No one to stop me
This is how we did it.
Let me explain to you about my body
This little fact, the whole world went missing
It's still in my head
Let me teach you something i know
That I learned so long ago
You never explain what you don't need
Every time I want it
There's this picture of you in my bedroom
And I ripped it, It's slowly burning
There's only the dark when I reach for you
Where were you going
Where did you go?
Explain to my heart
Just explain to my heart, explain to me
Yesterday was nothing,
It was really nothing.
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3. |
It's Too Late
02:25
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The pleasures being used
A fact that will keep us in at night
It must have been a dream
Cant even think but now its over
Its Too late
It's too late
Now certain death 2x
Must get ahead
Cant talk or even be about it now
it must have really stung
Destroy the cameras locked everywhere in sight
Its too late
its too late
do you hear me? 2x
Must have been ahead
Sacrifice all the simple and nice things
Watch the better dreams
Guarded your Golden Gates
All forward now
It's too late
Its too late for us now
It must have been a dream
I cant even repeat the words
we said to each other
it was so bad
Too bad for us now
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4. |
They Suffer
02:21
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How they suffer
And they hate
Never realizing
This was nothing to you
The future's so cold
You already know
Cos your past's been through it
When you're suffering.
Now
Support a habit
But it's too late
Haven't seen you often
When you meant to escape
The future's so cold
You already know
Cos your past's been through it
When were suffering
How we suffer
when the future's so cold
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5. |
Nothing To Say
03:00
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What's in you
In the spot in between
Pressed under your shirt
Leaves you nothing to say
When I prayed to God
It searches my soul
I'm on my own
But lost all control
He never talks back
Won't give me a sign
I just questions him why
He won't talk
Won't give up
Your passion is short
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6. |
Uncle GG
00:51
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7. |
A Promise
02:00
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I wanna load it up / It's happened again
I wanna loaded gun / And never to be seen again
Burning factors / A fraction of what I did
The scene is gone, The silence is deafening
I bring a gun into our conversations
I'd be a girl but I lack the mutation
"Is this the way? You promise, you promise?"
I kept it hung-up near my
Self-hate validation
"Is this the way? Is this the way you're living?"
Yes, not only do I mean it, I like the way
I'm fucking living!
Problem is, you don't keep promises
You never call when you say you will.
I keep all my own
I promise it.
You're never there when I needed you.
Youre gone.
Like nothing
Oh
The scene is fucked
There's death from above so true
If you're from the city
They can't get it outta you
I locked in staring
Looking back in the mirror
I swear to God
That I known him forever.
Your days are long, Your passions short
Let check the place
Where Im choked down
I got the leather.
You know despair / Youre hate keeps you busy
Youre bored to death
And all you have left is the same talk
Problem is, you don't keep promises
You never call when you say you will.
I keep all my own
I promise it.
You're never there when I needed you.
Youre gone.
Like nothing
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8. |
An Enigma
03:39
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Why am I the one you wanna be?
Was so fucking easy
But not today
I know I can't accept the middle
It never follows or falls in place.
How many miles does it take
To get away from them?
I know it's true
But why does it?
Stuck in again
The genius
I become an enigma
When she speaks
I'm wide away
You only have yourself to blame
But I drug it
You leave me a fucking hero
You leave me a fucking hero
Welcome to this talentless world
We go from house to house
We go from house to house
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9. |
England 84
02:40
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Instrumental
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Secret Mutilator Los Angeles, California
"A stripped down electro-punk outfit, Secret Mutilator comes bashing onto the scene in a big way; raw & energetic."--
UNTER.TON Magazine -Germany
"..dismantled circuit-bent synthesizers blended over heavy drums, tape-effects and glitch-noise, offering an aggressive and experimental sound to electronic music." - WL/WH
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