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Head In The Sand
05:36
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She's waiting for freedom but she never had a glimpse of it
She's waiting for freedom but it keeps passing by her
She's waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,
Waiting for freedom to come and grab her as it goes
She puts her head deeper into the sand
Oh She cannot see, she cannot see, no
Something's gonna get to her
She cannot move and we all approve
Something's gonna get to her
Something or someone is going
to kick her away from the life that she knows of
Show me the way to show her the way
We all must find our way
Our way to freedom
Oh Wisemen say only fools rush in
But she can't help it
She's waiting for freedom to come and grab her hand again
She puts her head deeper into the sand, again
Oh She cannot see, no, she cannot see, no
Something's gonna get to her
She cannot move and we all approve
Something's gonna get to her
Something or someone is going
to kick her away from the life that she knows of
Show me the way to show her the way
We all must find our way
Our way to freedom
She cannot see, no, she cannot see, no
Something's gonna get to her
She cannot move and we all approve
Something's gonna get to her
Something or someone is going
to take her away from the life that she knows of
Show me the way to show her the way
We all must find our way
Our way to freedom
Something's gonna get to her
She cannot move and we all approve
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Mutts
03:57
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The great balance between good and evil
is shattered in pieces on the floor
Evil spreading cream, bangin' bangin' bangin'
your head on the door 'till it opens up for more
and then maybe we be sinking as sin kings
The god of illusion and the dogs of confusion
The god of illusion and the dogs of confusion
the dogs, the dogs
Holding hands like love and hate
we babble and babble and babble 'round
The fire we've fed is burning high high high
and in a dead wind, the heart is deafening
and then maybe we be sinking as sin kings
The god of illusion and the dogs of confusion
The god of illusion and the dogs of confusion
The god of illusion and the dogs of confusion
The god of illusion and the dogs of confusion
the dogs, the dogs
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Cold Inside Out
03:33
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The last nightmare I can remember
(I can remember now I won't forget)
we were computers, we were computers
(computers, computers, computers)
So many many many sleepless nights
Eyes were screenlight projecting lies
Catastrophe Sophia, She's cold inside out
How I wish she would'nt be cracking me up
Catastrophe Sophia, She's cold inside out
How I wish she would'nt be cracking me up
Life, is a thing of the past, now.
only, only the void will last
If I ever, if I ever existed for you
I will remember to forget about
Catastrophe Sophia, She's cold inside out
How I wish she would'nt be cracking me up
Catastrophe Sophia, She's cold inside out
How I wish she would'nt be cracking me up
Our heads are mazes
And it amazes me and it amazes you
And we're locked within said' we're locked within..
Mazes, mazes
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Butter Drippin Dream
03:53
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Time is butter to the sun
and your mind and pops in and rolls in
When we all break into scene,
The show will begin
Steaming in a sweet black fire
of charming fantasies and high places and steep
Where most visions are designed to leap
and in between dreams, they hate the life they live
They hate the life they work so hard to keep
and forget about it, it's incredible to see
They hate the life they sicken to keep
Could this be all just a butter dripping dream?
Butter dripping, Butter dripping dream
Time is butter to us all
and we're all so small and having fun
When we all break into scene,
The show will begin
Steaming in a sweet black fire
of charming fantasies and high places and steep
Where most visions are designed to leap
and in between dreams, they hate the life they live
They hate the life they work so hard to keep
and forget about it, it's incredible to see
They hate the life they sicken to keep
Could this be all just a butter dripping dream?
Butter dripping, Butter dripping dream
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Dust
04:41
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Here comes our pleasurable vice
swallowing stars up above
Souls are starving for light
When greed sleeps it dreams of love
I can see beyond the range of sight
that we were willfully blind
You tried to be me, I tried to be you
when desire sleeps it dreams of love
Gone, gone, she's gone with the crystal ball
Mad, Mad, why does it make me feel mad?
When I can't tell the future I seem to be glad, glad, glad, MAD
Here comes another glory night
Intoxicating myself
Souls are starving for lies and
When greed sleeps it dreams of love
and I can see beyond the range of sight
That we were willfully blind
You tried to be me and I tried to be you
when desire sleeps it dreams of love
Gone, gone, she's gone with the crystal ball
Mad, Mad, why does it make me feel mad?
When I can't tell the future I seem to be glad, glad, glad, MAD
ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-MAD MAD MAD
I can hear the rats in between the walls
In the room in your head where you've locked me in to stay
oh, forever to stay
Dust fills up this crapful room
I can see myself fall into gloom
I can see myself fall down, to fall, down
Oh to fall
Into dust, changing into dust
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Kübler
07:27
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She says she hates you, you know you should be glad
You should be glad
She can do it, She can do it all by herself now
She can do it all
She says she hates you, you know you should'nt feel sad
You should'nt feel sad
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