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Mark
02:41
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Tortured by hands of innocence
For six years straight
Torn away from his captor
In a sorry state
Left for dead in a mass grave
Of cardboard and shame
Found by a paedophile's slave
That soon rose to fame
MARK MARK MARK MARK MARK etc.
Dragged along through mud and alcohol
To be abandoned in a filthy room
All smeared In the cult of the tractor
There is no way back
MARK MARK MARK MARK MARK etc.
By random event, he found a home
Was rinsed until he shone
The couch in which he vegetates
Now the couch on which he masturbates
MARK MARK MARK MARK MARK etc.
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2. |
Statues
04:30
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Revolting
Display of individual gain
Embarrassing
Pain of the soulless way
We sharpen the program
Filter the effort
In the mass of content
You all will drown
Impervious
Eyes of our crowd
Ravenous
Cloud of grief in the skies
Judging all and ignoring the guilt
No control was taken
All was allowed
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3. |
Woods
03:45
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In the woods, you forget
Have no reason for regret
The fucked up things inside your head
You'll see, or do you want to bet?
Good intentions seem in vain
Put on your boots and endure the pain
Count your money, eat your fill
Enjoy the pleasure of a mutual thrill
Shadows turn shar, forms turn vague
Mama gets hit, daddy gets shot
But you don't care, 'cause your balls get hot
You don't care
Limbs entangle and words collide
Sober long enough to make the tears subside
In the woods, your travels are forgotten
All In all, the plan was kind of rotten
In the woods, you forget
Have no reason for regret
The fucked up things inside your head
You'll see, you'll see, or do you want to bet?
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4. |
Cocoon
04:49
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Different, social recluse
Seek help
Seek help
Seek help
You need to fix yourself
Join us in mediocrity
You create your personal hell
Join us in mediocrity
A pill to silence
The voice inside your head
Four walls to fence off
People that might help you instead
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5. |
Flock
04:19
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Living in a rotten state, that does not provide
Judging all efforts while blaming the now
A lament that numbs basic empathy
Your words are infectious
Your words are cancer
Your words are meaningless
You don't know the answer
You're part of the problem
Part of the flock
Part of the flock
Seeds of progress are sown in the feces of the flock
While you trudge through life, with false modesty
Your words are infectious
Your words are cancer
Your words are meaningless
You don't know the answer
You're part of the problem
Part of the flock
Part of the flock
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