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L.I.F.E.
01:00
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(instrumental)
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I.D.I.O.T.
02:06
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My brain's a backed-up toilet
Can't function cuz' somebody soiled it
The posterior of prosperity
Thoughts too inbred to decongest
They're unrelated so it can't be incest
As I plunge into depravity
Denihilation
Regretribution
I stare into the boretex
Hold-up in my negativity fortress
The final boss of misery
And the abyss stares back at me
I hear it state matter-of-factly
"I see myself in this entity"
There's gotta be a better way
(A better way)
To spend my fucking Saturday
(repeated x6)
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P.O.P.U.L.O.U.S.
01:39
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I know what you want
I also know what you need
A null sycophant
Versus a beating, respectively
I might play the enemy
But you act like you're a friend to me
So for now we do things the ignoramus way
Body pollution's the only solution so I
Make up problems just to have a reason to get high
Or I'll just eat my woes away
In my pig sty is where I stay
Fool who plays the intellectual who plays the fool
In this I see indecisiveness, it's time to choose
Chip away the stone or vomit concrete
Tower over enemies of topple at their feet
And if you're hungover
I'll bottle up how I feel
But if you're drunk I'll come over
And bring my bottle with me
I might play the enemy
But you act like you're a friend to me
So for now we do things the ignoramus way
The ignoramus way
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F.O.G.
01:32
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I walk around saying "It's too late"
I know it ain't
I guess that's why I hold my breath under the water
'til I come back up and drown in air
No Fair
And I can't seem to clear the fog
It's not just me
Meteorologists agree that the sun and moon will soon align
And eclipse the light you shine on me
So Please
Make room in your tomb for me
Make room in your tomb for me
Make room in your tomb for me
I may never see the light again
Why try to pretend
(repeated x3)
Make room in your tomb for me
Make room in your tomb for me
Make room in your tomb for me
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D.E.A.T.H.
03:50
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To all the fans who rush the front
To anyone stand in the back scrutinizing
To anyone who listens at home
Or on your way to work, or school
Or whatever the fuck you do
To the metal press who work for less
To show promoters, venue owners
Light and sound controllers
To the elite who rep MUTANK on their vest
Or all the metalheads who can't be identified
By how they dress
Music trends never end
But don't seem to last too long
One likes to think that one's above it
But when I'm dead will you listen to my song
The old me
Which is coincidentally the young me
Could never have seen what I would come to be
A Hand of infinitesimal size
Extends it's reach and swallows up the sky
Stealing the black from the pupils of your eyes
You thought that death could stop us
You haven't seen us play
I hear you talkin' talkin' talkin'
What's that you say
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