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Bleach (LUIN Mix)
05:49
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Bleach (Microwaved Mix)
04:34
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Scavenger
04:25
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All hail the scavenger
Lord of the carrion
All hail the scavenger
If we are nice to him
Give him what he wants
Maybe he will stab us in the back
All hail the scavenger
Inoculator
All hail the scavenger
By his divinity
By his will we
Only ever see the trees
All hail the scavenger
A perfect marble carving
All hail the scavenger
Praise at the altar
Grovel to the whim of his
Cult of personality
Have you got something to hide?
Are you dead inside?
Do your actions betray?
Will you look away?
Are you completely obsessed?
Is your whole world a mess?
Can your elation recede?
Will you watch me bleed?
Aren't you just really something?
All hail the scavenger
Lord of the carrion
All hail the scavenger
If we are nice to him
Give him what he wants
Maybe he will stab us in the back
All hail the scavenger
Lord of the carrion
All hail the scavenger
If we are nice to him
Give him what he wants
Maybe he will stab us in the back
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Heresy
05:17
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Run in circles once again
Chasing tales feverishly
Over and over time and time again
Til nothing remains but debris
All things bright and beautiful
All things illusory
Read me not as cynical
This place has become obsolete
Send me downriver promptly
Holding high a standard of blasphemy
One finger salute to the papacy
There you'll find a covenant of heresy
I am mine and you can never find me
Sirens are calling can't you hear
Just smells like hospitals to me
If that's what allays your fear
I'll not be sharing your folly
It's cold as a tomb in this room
Feels all too appropriate to me
The pages of your book are like an empty womb
Not a sign of living to be seen
Send me downriver promptly
Holding high a standard of blasphemy
One finger salute to the papacy
There you'll find a covenant of heresy
I am mine and you can never find me
A net that's full of holes
A life preserver with a leak
Saying you're the only one who knows what's good and pure
But all you do is bare your teeth
Send me downriver promptly
Holding high a standard of blasphemy
One finger salute to the papacy
There you'll find a covenant of heresy
I am mine and you can never have me
But if you like you're welcome to follow me
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Old fools, dancing
Old fools who believe that they can dance and sing
And fall in love
After all: love?
Old wines, old shoes
Old lines who'd have thought they would ever reuse
Like, "I love you"
Surprise! I love you
Flowers, long drives
Old fools, new lives
Old fools, dancing
Old rules take a backseat to new romancing
Long drives, flowers
Old fools, new lovers
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Fatigue Lowell, Massachusetts
Dark, depressed synth-pop from a desolate mill city.
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