1. |
How to Perform
02:51
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I’ll teach you to make love
How to perform with no one there
Your blue eyeballs so moist
Dripping with tears
Wipe them away
Your flesh
Your skull
Your dreams
They’re delicate
Unfortunate
Forgettable.
I’ll see behind your skull
Into your thoughts, Behind your brain
Why we can’t be inside
Out of the rain
Blowing the trees
Your flesh
Your skull
Your dreams
They’re delicate
Unfortunate
Forgettable.
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2. |
The Input
02:16
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3. |
It Happens
02:06
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Look- My hands are trembling now
I can’t quite find the words
It happens in my dreams
It happens in my dreams.
Now- we see each other’s eyes
We both seem so upset
It happens when we cry
It happens when we cry.
Truth- it’s none of your concern
It’s what you bargained for
We’re nothing but our word
We’re nothing but our word.
Lonely people do
Exactly what they think so
Exactly what they promised
When first they told us so---
Look- My hands are trembling now
I can’t quite find the words
It happens in my dreams
It happens in my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams.
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4. |
Who Am I?
02:44
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Who am I? Couldn’t tell you if I tried
Why can’t I believe I nearly died?
Who are we in spite of all we’ve said and done?
Took us a million miles to see
The point of our humanity- Is flawed.
Why are we all so insecure?
Lie to ourselves and act so immature?
What’s the point In spite of all we’ve said and done
Took us a million miles to see
The point of our humanity- Is flawed.
All that I know
Is garbage and filth
Rose colored silk
The women I’ve failed.
All that I see
Is shallow and sick
It might to the trick
The truth is it won’t.
Who am I? Couldn’t tell you if I tried
Why can’t I believe I nearly died?
Who are we in spite of all we’ve said and done?
Took us a million miles to see
The point of our humanity- Is flawed.
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5. |
No One Watched Us Kiss
04:41
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When we die and when we sleep
Fools are born and breed like sheep.
Used to be - We’d laugh a lot
Used to be - We’d cry a lot
No one watched us Kiss goodbye
No one watched us Kiss goodbye
Awake, Alone, The same.
In our skulls, Beneath our flesh
No one sees us take a breath
Used to be - We’d say goodbye
Used to be - We’d rather die
No one cares for us at all
No one know just what we are
Awake, Alone, The same.
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6. |
The Lens
04:38
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Your legs in the air
Feet on the stairs
And your hands
Where you want them to be.
Alone in a pose
With your self-conscious nose
But you can’t be as natural
As me.
She just relies
On her pale hazel eyes
And the image means nothing to me.
And I’m not aware
Of her long auburn hair
And the shadows that hide in the frame.
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7. |
Total Desecration
03:14
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I dream of living like a god
I dream of waking up to ecstasy
With days of pointless celebration
And weeks of endless penetration.
I beg for total desecration
I live with formless mutilation
I’ll die alone
Beneath the moonbeams
With you, with you.
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8. |
That's Me
03:07
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Humanity’s lost every flip
I don’t deserve a single sip
The mythology of fools
Spewing fumes and tunes in tombs
The sanctity of jokes
And the comedy it chokes
Beside the glory of the man.
The glasses they are filled
For the pure and meager thrill
Of the joy of being nursed
And the athletes are cursed
And it is my sole demand
A window dressing of a man
That’s me.
[SOLO]
Hypocrisy is hard to spot
We deserve another shot
At the majesty of birth
And the permanence of earth
But the sex is overwrought
And your loyalty is bought
With all the treasure of a man.
The glasses they are filled
For the pure and meager thrill
Of the joy of being nursed
And the athletes are cursed
And it is my sole demand
A window dressing of a man
That’s me.
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9. |
Nubile Flesh
01:50
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Nubile flesh
Vacant eyes
Can’t see through what we think is just
A fantasy
A waking dream
Like our sinful thoughts
A wish that I could lay beside your-
Nubile flesh
Vacant eyes
A rose is just a dying thing
We compromise
Your naked thighs
Are gripping me
But I can’t seem to let go from your…
[SOLO]
Nubile flesh
Vacant eyes
A rose is just a dying thing
We compromise
Your naked thighs
Are gripping me
But I can’t seem to let go from your…
Nubile flesh.
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10. |
Is This Erotic?
04:05
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11. |
¿Que Te Importa?
01:24
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Deseo que mañana
Lo es más alegrada
Cuando fuiste enamorada
De ti mismo.
Yo quisiera no pensar
Y siempre olvidar
Es tu respuesta general
¿Que te importa?
Mi visión- del mundo
Tiene muchas- alegrías
Y mirando- a la pantalla
Carece- de sentido---
Deseo que mañana
Lo es mas alegrada
Cuando fuiste enamorada
De ti mismo.
Estoy aquí ahora
Vivimos en el presente
Y tu belleza es más profundo
De lo que sabes.
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12. |
Mentally Ill
01:50
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I’m mentally ill-
I just can’t tell anymore
Believe what I say
Cause I’m not ashamed anymore.
Just for the thrill
I’d like to undress you tonight
I think I’d impress you alright
I’m not such a fool.
Why can’t a man be so dumb
To think he’s alive
When he’s missing his lungs?
That’s why I’m-
Mentally ill
I just can’t tell anymore
Not much but a shell anymore,
Believe what I say.
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13. |
We Apologize
03:36
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All of you
Got your reasons to be here
And all of you
Got a reason to stay.
And some of you
Are just here to get loaded
And the rest of you
We’re just in your way.
A few of you
We’d like to see naked
And a few of you
We’d like to see cry
And the rest of you
You’re making us nervous
And for that- we apologize.
I can see the riddle on your face
As you slipped into a memory
Why are we so happy
When our fortunes are slipping like a stone?
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