1. |
Soft Opening
05:00
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2. |
Death Practice
05:06
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Standing in this cold
Little old home
Drowning in this room
Grasping for anything
Falling to my knees
I can not breathe
I pray for the first
Pray for the last
God I've never believed
God I'll never believe
Pounding on my chest
Just let me in
A home you've never known
This ain't god's house
A home you've never known
This ain't god's house
I won't be a part of
Your little fan club
Knitting prayer shawls
For precious saint Morgan
Knitting prayer shawls
For precious saint Morgan
Standing in this cold
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3. |
Knuckle Dragger
03:33
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King shit of trash mountain
Raw boys death cult
Patron saint of compulsion
Pure beauty
In a grave digger crop top
Those thick thighs save lives
Have mercy
Quit tying my boots
Best believe I ain't running from shit
Move slow
Knuckle dragger
Grand mama yeah grand mama
Gotta gun dead aim
Red wine steadied hand
Work hardened ditch digging
With her back broken
Still whippin 5000
Quit tying my boots
Best believe I ain't running from shit
Move slow
Knuckle dragger
Full throttle straight to hell
Blacktop trash mountain
Dirt wizard
Endless wheelies
Two strokes
Box Chevys
Mini trucks
Jap bobbers
Rust belt low life
Quit tying my boots
Best believe I ain't running from shit
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4. |
Summit
05:52
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5. |
Sour Diesel
05:11
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Everything's perfect everything's fleeting
Rather be pushing pushing roses
Mama said don't talk to strangers
Mama don't know I'm the danger
Taught to be a man by a woman
Take the ride
Suck that dick
Take that jump
It all comes crashing
Don't ask where I'm going
I don't know I'm just going
Keep it moving that's the motto
Four eyes rather than none
Mama said don't talk to strangers
Take the ride
Suck that dick
Take that jump
It all comes crashing
When I die buried in a Bimmer
Just a little blood, murdered out
M Tech E30
Black on black Santa Muerte
When I die
When I die
When I die
When I die
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6. |
Cosmoline
05:26
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Calling the kettle gold
Slight of heart magic trick
I don't want your body
If I can't have your heart
Expressing yourself
Through empty eyes
Portraits of other people
Who the fuck are you
Is this just a gimmick
Or something sincere
Is this just a gimmick
Or something sincere
You are not mysterious
Everyone knows your face
The shape of your body
The taste of your skin
I chose not to allow this
Current to push me out
But instead to carve me
Carve me into something
Greater
Sharper
More deadly
Greater
Sharper
More deadly
Greater
Sharper
More deadly
Greater
Sharper
More deadly
Greater
Sharper
More deadly
Greater
Sharper
More deadly
Greater
Sharper
More deadly
Greater
Sharper
More deadly
Greater
Sharper
More deadly
Greater
Sharper
More deadly
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