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Pandora's Box
00:41
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First Degree Murder
02:51
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I live down the street, I live in between the trees
My blood, soaked tears, slide down fingertips
I'd like to eat you, will that entertain you
You look nice did you hurt yourself
A little high, did you have some fun
You look nice did you cut yourself
A little high, did you have some fun
I'd like to eat you, will that entertain you
Dirty wound let it bleed, infected fallacy
Too sweet for my taste, always want sympathy
I'd like to eat you, will that entertain you
You look nice did you hurt yourself
A little high, did you have some fun
You look nice did you cut yourself
A little high, did you have some fun
I am the one you cannot hide, I am the beast that lives inside
Greed fear, a prolonging search for happiness
You're the cage, I am the key
The heart is dead, the only love you feel is in between your legs
I'd like to eat you, will that entertain you
Look in the mirror, bow before me
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When You Fuck Me
03:28
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When you fuck me
I have a feeling, you only like it when I'm drunk
I have a feeling, you don't like it when I'm done
When you fuck me
Calm your sorrow, I just need a helping hand
There's no love between us, did I just say something wrong
When you fuck me
I see your smile, in bed with the panic in my eyes
Oh fuck, I don't know what to say
Intense, the consequence
Ride Sally ride, no regret the savage inside
Ride Sally ride, intense the consequence
I see through you, I know there's someone in between
It was nice to meet you, you're lacking empathy
When you fuck me
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Chest Vomit
02:59
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My Mother Taught Me Well
02:06
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As I walk through the forest of the dark dark night
The mist begins to lift as my mother's cottage comes into sight
It's lit by an open flame of flickering light that escapes through the windows, where it meets its bitter end
As I pass the great oak tree where my mother's mother was buried
I start to smell lavender and sage in the cold harsh air
I step inside the cottage I hear all four walls creek, I feel her presence as I look down at my bloody red hands
I recall the articulation in her voice as she read from her book of shadows
Tongue sharp as her athame, eyes black as the beautiful abyss
Dragged her to the town to burn her alive
I remembered each and every one of their faces as I weeped and cursed them through the night
As the seasons changed and the years passed by my heart turned to black
Air surrounding me compressed by rage and my oncoming vengeance
My fingertips and face covered in ash, fatal expression as the smoke lifted from my eyes
I made my way to their village, my movement feline, distinct
I poisoned their well, I killed them all, my mother taught me well
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Fairy Tale Ending
03:35
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lI won’t be, everything that you want me to be
You sleep so peacefully, not a worry, up all night
Broken heart, twist of fate
A fairytale ending where I don't exist
Go ahead, put me in a box, scratch out my name
Let me float away
Bitter roots, around my chest
Big strong hands, surrounded by fake smiles
Run away, into the woods, scale the mountain of the misunderstood
In the past hide behind, broken glass, that shattered with tears
Never again, will I brake in two, take me as I am not a brittle fool
Not a brittle fool
I, won’t be
Everything you want me to be
You sleep so peacefully, not a worry, up all night
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Queen Of Insecurity
03:03
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Across the room idiocracy
I'm the Queen of insecurity
I shot the gun through eternity
nothings left but memories
I'll teach you hurt from the world I've seen
Somethings wrong with my philosophy
I can crave a natural womb
I am built in a haunted room
Off the fence, I'm off prestige
Glands for control and tragedy
March away I'm spidering
Instant threat despite of me
I'm reaching in what's inside of me
Am I brave or is it jealousy
Watch you wave as I attempt to be
Entering, a battlefield
Across the room idiocracy
I'm the Queen of insecurity
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Corridors
03:03
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Having looked for a place to hide
All the serpents, multiply
He reached up to the window
Hey hey hey
Broken glass on a tarot card
Swallow whole, spit me out
Having searched your abandoned soul
Tantalized by muted lights
Hey hey hey
I reach up to the window
My little serpents found you well
Swallow whole, spit me out
Attention please, down on your fucking knees
I sleep on a bed of hope and death
Occupied by the dreams of the unborn dead
I am the phantom, I am death
Swallow whole, spit me out
Attention please, down on your fucking knees
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Hexenhaus
04:27
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When the lights out, nobody’s home
When the lights out, nobody’s home
Across the street, up the stairs, draw the curtains
Across the street they stare, draw the curtains
And then you have no fear
Found myself a gun, but can you spell my name
Embarrassed by the thoughts you sell, nobody left to blame
And then you disappear
I fall asleep
When the lights out, nobody’s home
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Bye Bye
00:58
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