1. |
The List Maker
02:56
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Light a pyre while waiting the storm
Teeny Tiny Slaughterhouse
Horrendous Flaws
Making Ends Meet
Pandemic Dreams turn Into scream
Now nothing rests, carcases and wrecks
whom a breath draws down, you re mine right now
Not yours not mine, the list maker decide
(but) whirling like a cyclone in the back of it’s mind
The list maker decides, he’s the pyre
The Joys The griefs and passions
All those powers
your existence is now ours and that be for long
So tell mz now my lover
are you gonna come this time or Not ?
The joys the griefs and passions
All those powers
The list maker decides he’s the pyre
Light one while waiting the storm
Teeny Tiny Slaughterhouse
Your Horrendous Flaws
Teeny Tiny Slaughterhouse
Your Horrendous Flaws
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2. |
Dear Lovers
02:23
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My dear Lovers, all united, as one when
the sun goes down,
all here for the same reason,
you all came here with the same purpose,
To breed in order to thrive all of us as
one, a co
There’re only Lovers in this story, No
Human at all But it’s the same
Because the night was made for lovers …
But the day always returns too soon
the night was made by the computer …
An exhale of breath gleaming in purple
and gold
You want it darker, impress your own
reflection in the mirror
That Frame is not your own
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3. |
US/ALL
03:14
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Here we are right now back where we
were
The place we left where still lies our
(empire)of dirt
We still Here They still There (still here
and there and no paved the way)
And no one paved the way
who name ourselves its sovereigns ?
From all I may be or have been before
The depths of my soul and the night In it’s
roar
The best of Dark and Bright are now seen
and part of SIGHT
Who name ourselves its sovereigns ?
Endless and all alike like sand on the
shore
Barren and cold on which break remorse
We Poor forms of life now seen are part of
sight
Faints into dimness with it’s own delight
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies
The best of Dark and Bright are now seen
and part of SIGHT
We Only fall on things that still are alive
From all I may be or have been before
The depths of my soul and the night In it’s
roar
Faints into dimness with it’s own delight
The Love Computer now tells you what to
do, to feel when to breathe who to love
and will succeed
The best of dark and Bright are now part
of your sight
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4. |
Coconut Cult
01:51
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As far as memories goes I
was vile, I denied
That Boy Immune to life
The Soul dies, eyes closed
and embracing his fate
Part of the cult now radiates
All hail / The Death of the heart
All Hail / We’re different
Now
Wrapped in Rainbows
(we walk in) Like beauties
thought the night
Until we failing sight
To lift from earth our low
desire
Boundless thoughts came
to life brought fire
n Eyes closed and
embracing his fate
Love rains down all hail we re different now
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5. |
The Soft Voice
02:17
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