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Bomba
03:06
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You are not entitled to an opinion.
You are only entitled to what you can argue for.
There are no square circles, baby.
Come on everybody, lets do the early morning stupid back bend on a rock.
Take me to your fanatical, tickle, tickle, tickle.
Let me taste your mango pickle, pickle, pickle, pickle.
Taking me hostage wont give you what you need.
All you ever needed was when everybody sings.
Tra lalalala la la la la la la lalala
(Wholesale every inch of your limited body bag).
Lotus cow man - born again repellant
Drinking deadly poison for the countrymen
Tra lalalala la la la la la la lalala
You and me are Jodi Jodi jodi
Sing with me Hey! Modi Modi Modi
I like my idli with a little bit of!
Podi Podi Podi, Podi Podi Podi.
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Opportunity
04:25
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I'm in need of an opportunity, I found a thousand needles in the hay stack.
The only reason you can be the reason is the reason, I don't know? Are we the only ones?
The moon shines in the middle of your eyes.
It takes one to know one and it takes two for the pain to subside.
You got the finger to the triggers of my demons baby
And I let you take a cheap shot.
Cheap shot to the centre of a broken dream - we both know this is sweet.
Dancing partners get real close to their dancing partners.
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Limbo
02:17
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Death created time, to watch what it would kill.
Holding on to, one last breath.
If life could strangle fate, with the thread of my destiny.
Accept my apology.
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We are acid, we are broken from the silence.
Becoming never meant to be.
We are splendid if only we can hold our tongues before we scream.
Never mind the reasoning.
But my intestine is a dying rotten cobra.
Coiled around my fear and truth.
But my intestine is a shinning rotten cobra.
Doobie doobie dooba doo.
We are ugly, we are joined and we can break apart for free.
We are beautiful and still...
We are disjointed and we can come together when we please
Nothing here is in between.
But my intestine is a dying rotten cobra.
And its perfect just like you.
But my intestine is a shinning rotten cobra.
Decorate my past for cute.
But my intestine is a dying rotten cobra.
Doobie doobie dooba doo.
But my intestine is a shinning rotten cobra.
Does my self worth confuse you?
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5. |
CC
03:28
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There’s no need to hurry - I’ll find my way around the panic.
Another relapse of conjugated stammering.
Who knows who comes and goes and what eats the soul in silence.
I’m beginning to swell up and I hope its not the breath I take.
And thats exactly what maturity means.
Fermenting piss on the street while the dogs sleep peacefully.
Renouncing all the light that shines beyond the darkness.
I’ll gather my falling words and walk back into the shadow, shadows of secrets and blood.
Theres no need to worry - I know I bring impossibilities.
So much for glory - all the saviours found their death alone.
Who knew, that we had to beg for peace.
Who knew that these scars could set us free.
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Don't Put Nazar
03:24
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I got what you need in a garbage bag, that says, "I wish you were here" but thats too bad, considering that I really like you...
Dracula, Jesus and the Missing link.
We got everything the doctor said, nothing that we need but it’s all on sale!
So nothing that we need is the best we have...
Jonah in the belly of a big blue whale.
"Soup is good for a broken heart"
Thats what gonzo said, when he met your dad.
But we all know that he went too far, so we kept his little secret in a doggy bag.
Resilience, where have you been?
You look like you’ve seen a ghost,
But if your puns are not intended,
Why do you use them in the first place??
Hello Karma - Hope just died.
So pack up all your bags and burn the graveyard.
Feminism is not when you want to...
And every little thing you believed in was a lie.
I got the soda.
You got the vodka.
I got the pom pom.
Lets do the yoga.
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7. |
Shark! Shark!
02:14
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Vastu Shastra
03:00
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Rope around my neck - 3 takes, and the movie had to change.
No more broken bottle to the bad brains, - i got PMA.
Force fed, try to fit your hands in a glove that breeds self hate.
Multiple fractures, multiple dead butterflies, get wet, bleed dry...
I wont survive if I understand why.
I won’t survive and I won’t understand why.
Meet me at the prize distribution.
The one that will never be, the one that will never mean anything.
I won’t win a single one, no one will, surprise, surprise!!
Please...
Step back, I’m stepping on a landmine. look out for yourself.
Im stepping on a landmine, don’t be nice to me
Nice nice baby, vanilla nice, nice.
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9. |
Designed For Failure
04:32
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Easier said than done.
Look what the cat ... caught tongue.
Lie down here, Lie down here..
Become the weather love.
Come find us here, beneath the surfaces.
In abundance, we worship god of compliments.
Behind the shadows of your ghosts.
Nothing to lose, we gave it all we had.
Stole all your blame and swallowed confidence.
We are the children who may never see the light.
In your faith.
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10. |
Turmeric Latte
04:48
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Cinema wanker - shining like a diamond.
Washed out spartan - pop corn panty shot.
The party will never ever find me.
I swear that this might just be talcum powder.
Gutter brain hypocrite - dignified asswipe.
Gasoline tongue - igniting all the sense I make.
Liberation junkie - selling freedom from a backpack.
Alcohol breath - all I need is a match stick.
Here comes trouble on a golden unicorn.
Here comes panic on a saturday night.
Here comes darling with a tragedy swipe right.
Here comes charming with the words we love.
Are there any signs of life out here.
And are there any possibilities?
Reconciling with sight and sound,
Surviving on probabilities.
I've come to believe that the earth is faking it,
I’ve come to believe that the earth is all alone.
I've come to believe that we are all faking it,
I've come to believe that we are all alone.
Conformity hides fear.
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