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diamonoid compress the diamond I’ve got good reason to know that’s not a diamond this is a fight this is a fight this is a fight over diamond
this has a flaw this does not shine who let a child in the diamond mine plastic toy diamonoid grow like a gmo I’ve got nothing to move you diamond there’s a place near hell where they make diamelle they’ll burn your joy with their perfect diamonoids this is a fight this is a fight this is a fight over diamond this has a flaw this does not shine who let a child in the diamond mine ten to one dilution flow to empty ocean I’ve got nothing to move you diamond it does not cut this is the fight I want this is the fight I know diamond I want you to know you’re turning my brain back to coal the thievery virtuoso can’t move a diamond alone diamonoid compress the diamond I’ve got good reason to know that’s not a diamond stand up and fight it’s not a diamond diamonoid
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My Drone
03:01
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my drone she comes away from me she use my flesh for her artery my drone she’s a pony she run away from me she got the mark of the archon she got blood on the wings as I tighten the ratchet and turn her distribution I’m setting up the remote as my second throat and when she’s ready to
go I’ll sing to her you’re not a machine anymore magnificent you’re not a machine anymore I watch your propellers cut through the sunlight your bruise colored circles blacken the sky of all the things that I’ve loved and have ever set free my drone was the only thing to come back to me my drone get your hands up
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Fistful Of Slag
03:58
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it could smoke you in a minute h1n1 night it could toast you with a quickness so you’re dead again body got no drag in your dust was a fistful of slag these ashes should be cold by now but you’re still burning up the urn you went easy more like fuel one fistful and you’re growing gloves not to feel it maybe next time around you won’t burn the body bag even in death you’re throwing slag but now they pour you out of a box you went easy more like fuel one fistful and you’re growing gloves not to feel it I thought you’d hurt yourself you said you won’t but you cannot know what you don’t know you bet on horses man you bet on goat's ghosts some bets you win some bets you don’t maybe next time around the worms eat instead but now they feed you into the wind burned a hole right through the box you went easy more like fuel one fistful and you’re growing gloves not to feel it it could smoke you in a minute h1n1 night it could toast you with the quickness
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Thirsty Nurse
03:51
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I remember riding on the back of my mom’s motorbike we were way out of town deep in the woods somehow we rode through some thistles I was covered in them some were in my skin so she stopped the bike she tried to take them out but no matter how much it hurt I refused to feel
well I got so good at this it became a game I still play this game I never want it to stop don’t need a thirsty nurse you’ll never help me feel it don’t need to help me know I need a hungry doctor to tell me everything she can not ever sell me it’s only something that might just kill me I might be hungry but I run on empty don’t need a thirsty nurse you’ll never help me feel it don’t need to help me know I see your pulley to pull right through me the quills inside me well let them rule me cuz somewhere inside this broken body there is a zombie who runs on empty don’t need a thirsty nurse you’ll never help me feel it don’t need to help me know on the way home we got passed by a hearse cry thirst panic sweat thirst panic sweat thirst
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Tukwila Live Butcher
02:37
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tukwila live butcher her cold stare her bad eyesight makes her vision darken she sings a song of fire now her cold eyes like dull blades would never touch the skin but good butchers they’ll work it in and her cold hands killed a snake naturally her cold hands killed a snake naturally her freezing hands they naturally fight you naturally fight remember her cold hands kill the snake naturally her freezing hands
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The Tobacconist
02:55
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just like a tobacconist you keep him like a slave as you push your tobacco moth straight to the flame you bathed him in the nicotine for days on straight then you took it all from him and locked it away and when you signed up for anything you signed it away now she gets inside of you but never all the way he’s holding a battle axe he’s holding a trophy she’s holding a bottle of pills to fight back the biology you take him to a hypnotist to scare it away but the swing of her amulet it came on like a nightshade she’s giving off the pesticide that can stop a train she’s going for the oxygen he smokes them in chains and when you signed up for anything you signed it away now she gets inside of you but never all the way he’s holding a battle axe he’s holding a trophy she’s holding a bottle of pills to fight back the biology smoke smoke smoke addicted brain it ruminates
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Wake Up Winborn
05:17
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some would call it sorcery hey you with the twenty third century caduceus tattoo you should have heard the things the caveman said about you everyone was a genius in the twenty teenses he never thought there would be someone to wake up winborn their six years were our six days and even though we’ve found this song we’re still wrecks just like the caveman the same caveman man he always thought there’d never be someone to wake up winborn
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