we rise Received to lance our enemies Sadistic rapture We crack the whips of god And carrying the dead gene Into the world of light Remaining the emptiness Mute
: Take a bow Pack on powder Wash 'em out with buzzing lights Pay an audience to care 'Impress me' personality Still and transfixed The electric sheep
Give me my headphones! While I keep on walking You don?t leave me alone I wish I was back home I wanna leave I don?t know how I?m gonna mute somebody
information Stupid contemplation The telephone is dying Happiness is crying I don?t like placebo It?s all going too slow Boredom is a devil Please turn up the level I am just a sonic mute
self-indulgent finality, is doomed to failure. So pathetic, unreversable and blind... Irony and contempt For the failed life Seems fitting of this Mute
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tell you What it was that she saw Now see her standing on the table With her small arms flailing And you feel such compassion In your soul for Your mute
: How can we close or eyes, when the walls around wear thinner each day How can we mute our voices, when a parade of chaos marches through out the
Take control of the atmosphere Take me far away from here There is no better loss than to lose myself in you In a parachute to glide, I am captive in
Take a bow, pack on powder Wash 'em out with buzzing lights Pay an audience to care 'Impress me' personality Still and transfixed, the electric sheep
How can we close our eyes When the walls around us Wear thinner each day? How can we mute our voices When a parade of chaos marches Throughout the land
to tell you what it was that she saw Now see her standing on the table with her small arms flailing And you feel such compassion in your soul for your mute
I never said a word, to you. And on the night you said you were leaving, I wanted to cry. Because I'm just mediocre, that's what I am, in my eyes. So
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He's got fasting black lungs Made of clove splintered shards They're the kind that will talk through wheezing of coughs And I hear him Every night
The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens a depth perception languished in the night all my life I've been sowing the wounds but the seeds spread
25 wives in the lake tonight raw bark in the water of the marble shrine 25 snakes pour out your eyes yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine 25
There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel punctuated by her decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles