1. |
Intro
00:23
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2. |
Lushed Up
03:15
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Lushed up and ready to fuck up
Lushed up and ready to fuck
Lushed up and ready to fuck up
Lushed up and ready to
Fuck up
Oh!
Such a fucked up desire
With a lack of contentment
Disorder
Dependent
Well god damn, I’m fucking good!
‘Till my calm optics see a clear
And vile fatherhood
Oh!
My eyes
My eyes
My eyes ain’t clear
My mind ain’t here
I won’t recall much
Of my lust
Your touch
Oh!
Oh, darlin’
Hold me down and feel me up
I’ll recollect
Your love
Your touch, baby
So, who are the frowns of fortune?
They brought a match for the fire
And a crown of desire
Lushed up and ready to fuck up
Light the match and burn it all up
The frowns of fortune are all dressed up
Dressed up and ready to
Fuck up!
The frowns of fortune
They are all dressed up
They love us
They love us
The frowns of fortune
They are all dressed up
They love us
They love us
The frowns of fortune
They are all dressed up
They love us
They love us
The frowns of fortune
They are all dressed up
They love us
They love us
Ooo!
My eyes
My eyes
My eyes ain’t clear
My mind ain’t here
I won’t recall much
Of my lust
Your touch
Oh!
Oh, darlin’
Hold me down and feel me up
I’ll recollect
Your love
Your touch, baby
Your love
Your love
Your love
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3. |
Creature Man
03:54
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Does it even matter
If we excuse this fucker’s fate?
Oh, is it our chance
Or affliction to chase?
But mother, will you stop his ritualized threats
So we will only remember his faint silhouette
And not the claws from this deadbeat
Please keep the rhythm of
Your maternal heartbeat
Yeah, yeah!
What a farewell from this
Deadbeat
A creature man feels so
Complete
Without our
God damn heartbeat!
God damn heartbeat!
A memory of faint
Silhouette
Of a creature man with no regrets
A man who hibernates his heart
All year
Whoa, oh, oh!
Stop the creature
He has the claws
Yeah!
Whoa, oh, oh!
Stop the creature
He has the claws
And I am the pater
Creature, you chose an offbeat
But I’ll keep the rhythm of my paternal heartbeat
Heartbeat
Heartbeat
Heartbeat
God damn heartbeat!
Heartbeat
God damn heartbeat!
Heartbeat
God damn heartbeat!
A memory of faint
Silhouette
Of a creature man with no regrets
A man who hibernates his heart
All year
Whoa, oh, oh!
Stop the creature
He has the claws
Yeah!
Whoa, oh, oh!
Stop the creature
He has the claws
And now I am the pater with the cause
Oh!
Don’t show your passion
It comes off as fraud
Does it even matter
If he has
The claws
He hibernates his heart
Hibernates his heart
Hibernates his heart
Oh!
Woo!
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4. |
Progeny
02:54
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I might be weak
But I’ll remain awake
I might seem fake
But my progeny
Will keep me safe
I might be narrow
But I’ll shift out of it
You were my first
You were my gift
I can’t help you identify God
But I will seek true wisdom for you
Until I’m
Until I’m gone
I know my foul skin is grim
This is how I’ve always been
Fortune smiles from all of these raw hearts
Raw hearts
Raw hearts
I might
I might
I might be weak
But I’ll remain
I might be bleak
But that’s just for her god to see
My progeny
Are all I need
I can’t help you with gods lies
But you are the apple of my
Ungodly eyes
I am a broken disgusting
Son of a bitch
I created my last love
From a sinful itch
You are still my progeny
I hope you still love me
Fortune smiles from all of these raw hearts
Raw hearts
Raw hearts
Fortune smiles from all of these raw hearts
Raw hearts
Raw hearts
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5. |
Dear Evil
03:21
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Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
It’s a blackout
Revived from the echos of truth
Your lovers subdued
Petrified and abused
Dear cousin
Dear cousin, could this of happened to you?
Dear cousin, could this of happened to you?
We are aware of the truth
We want the truth!
Oh!
We know the truth!
Even the devil is in distress
From urges acted on
A sunless saint put the devil in distress
From urges acted on
Oh, you sick man
Your lovers pain
You sunless saint
It’s a nightmare for the bruised and abused
Broken hearts
Evil shares his used and confused historical scars
(Scars!)
We know the truth!
Even the devil is in distress
From urges acted on
A sunless saint put the devil in distress
From urges acted on
Oh, you sick man
Your lovers pain
You sunless saint
Fuck!
Oh, oh!
Oh, you sick man
Your lovers pain
You sunless saint
(Saint!)
You sick man
Your lovers pain
You sunless saint
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6. |
Lies of a Narcissist
03:51
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What have I done?
What have I done?
Oh!
What an entanglement of romance
My hands are so damn dirty
An I will choose
The fruit of sin
And explain deceit
To my baby that once loved me
Oh!
Oh, my narcissism has a glow
A glow
And it destroyed her damn world
So slow
Slow!
I want to release
The truth of echos
Erase the calamity that I drew
I look at myself and I’m disgusted
Destroyed you
Now I’m through
Now I’m
Through!
Now I’m
Through!
Now I’m
Through!
Now I’m
Oh, my narcissism has a glow
A glow
And it destroyed her damn world
So slow
Slow!
I have been behaving badly
I’d be lying if it wasn’t a glow
My identity disturbance
Destroyed her so slow
Oh, whoa!
Lies and lies and lies
Continued with all the lies
All the lies!
Look at yourself
You’re a narcissist
Destroying her world
For your selfishness
What have I done to you?
What have I
Done
Oh, my narcissism has a glow
A glow
And it destroyed her damn world
So slow
Yeah!
I have been behaving badly
I’d be lying if it wasn’t a glow
My identity disturbance
Destroyed her so slow
Oh, woah!
Oh!
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7. |
Shortwave Transmissions
00:41
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Satan is your master
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8. |
Unholy Gospel
04:22
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Yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Oh!
#INSTRUMENTAL
A quick brake to a smoking stop
Awake in a fright into the night
A weary state in sight siren light
Lionhearts don’t leave us now
In the wake of shattered fame
In the mornin’ I’ll soak in the pain
She said
Our lovely idols
Are burnin in the streets
From a sleepless dreaming priest
Our lovely idols
Won’t ever breathe
Now our heroes lay to sleep
A downhearted shake up
A pale horses mind made up
Oh!
We lost our idols in that mess
Cheers to a sleepless dreaming priest at rest
Yeah!
Yeah!
The irony of gospel and grace
With hope for a better place
The irony of gospel and grace
With hope for a better place
Yeah!
Oh!
Oh!
She said
Our lovely idols
Are burnin’ in the streets
From a sleepless dreaming priest
Our lovely idols
Won’t ever breathe
Now our heroes lay to sleep
We won’t ever forget
The way you saved us
Our idols gone and now are free
Our idols gone and now are free
#INSTRUMENTAL
Oh, how I feel shame
Oh, how I feel shame
Oh, how I feel shame
(Shame, shame)
For ever trusting you
When they burned up
(Shame, shame)
Was that your fucking plan too?
Oh!
#INSTRUMENTAL
Our lovely idols
Are burnin in the streets
Yeah!
From a sleepless dreaming priest
Our lovely idols
Won’t ever breathe
Now our heroes lay to sleep
We won’t ever forget the way you saved us
Our idols gone and now are free
Our idols gone and now are free
Free!
Fuckin’ free!
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9. |
This Was a Love Song
04:31
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Stunning yet deadly
With those cursed fiery locks from hell
I still praise your beauty
When those bright eyes bleed your gospel
I’m sorry that I fucked up again
This is me
I got the devil within
But I don’t want you to hurt no more
Please be free
Be reborn
And I
I need self-restraint
Be a leader for
Our innocence
And not a vile
A vile saint
Oh darlin’ I wanna behave
And make the pain go away
But I’m trying to change
For our youth
No need to pray
Oh!
And I am the fucking pater
I am the devil
I am the bastard
I’ve got compassionate answers
I am a bastard
I am a bastard
And I
I need self-restraint
Be a leader for
Our innocence
And not a vile
A vile saint
I need self-restraint
I’m
I’m gaslightin’
Sometimes you must sink and not drink
To stop all the lyin’
Oh, stop all the lyin’
Lyin’!
Oh, stop all the lyin’
All the motha fuckin’ lyin’
Lyin’
And Jesus won’t save me, baby
So please don’t hold your breath
He won’t even save you, baby
Nothing’s real except death
Nothing’s real
Nothing’s real
Nothing’s real
Except death
Oh!
I need self-restraint
I’m
I’m gaslightin’
Sometimes you must sink and not drink
To stop all the lyin’
Lyin’!
Oh, stop all the lyin’
Lyin’!
Oh, stop all the lyin’
All the motha fuckin’ lyin’
Lyin’
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10. |
Palate Cleanser
00:42
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11. |
Pray For Me
02:39
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What a fault-finding pedestal you’re on
Did the hand of god
Make it for your revelation?
Put on your Sunday’s best
Just to judge the rest
We all see the bullshit
Even when you claim your blessed
How about a round of applause
You think you’re free
You finally made it to the top
Can you pray for me?
We will never consider your faith
Consider your faith
We will never consider your faith of hate
With every sip of the wine you taste
Take me to your kingdom
So I can speak to who’s in charge
Your friends are fucking fools
Your believers have no fucking heart
How about a round of applause
You think you’re free
You finally made it to the top
Can you pray for me?
Pray for me
Pray for me
Pray for me
Pray for me
Hey, plaster saint
Can you pray for me?
With your fault
Finding faith
Hey, plaster saint
Can you pray for me?
With your fault
Finding faith
Don’t pray for me
Don’t pray for me
Don’t pray for me!
Hey, plaster saint (oh, whoa!)
Can you pray for me? (Oh!)
With your fault
Finding faith
Hey, plaster saint (oh, whoa!)
Can you pray for me? (Oh!)
With your fault (oh, whoa!)
Finding faith
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12. |
Goddamn Guilt
04:16
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I am bound
Bound to what I’ve built
It ain’t you
It’s just my god damn guilt
Desire
Mistakes from the drinks
That once brought me pleasure
Once brought me pleasure
Once brought me pleasure
I am
Detached from the joy of hurt
With the
Laughter of discomfort
Desire
Mistakes from the dreams
That once brought me pain
Once brought me pain
Displeasure is the measure of warmth on ice
Melt away and I’ll stay
But the pain is my fight
So, I think you’re better off
From what the torture brought
Breath it out and find faith
In the love that will stay
(Can’t face this place)
Can’t face
Can’t face
Can’t face
This place
Displeasure is the measure of warmth on ice
Melt away and I’ll stay
But the pain is my fight
So, I think you’re better off
From what the torture brought
Breath it out and find faith
In the love that will stay
Can’t face
This place!
Displeasure is the measure of warmth on ice
Melt away and I’ll stay
But the pain is my fight
So, I think you’re better off
From what the torture brought
Breath it out and find faith
In the love that will stay
(I am guilt)
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Dust Biters Chicago, Illinois
Not your mom's dad rock.
Nick Kinsley - Vox & Guitar
Nick Miller - Guitar
Thomas R. van Arsdale - Drums
Bryan Fonseca - Bass
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