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MYTHOS
04:51
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The fog rolls in, early morning
Feel the slap, feel the heat of the industrial sting
Quiver carcinogens
With Cupid’s aim
It’s all unbroken
You’ve fallen for the mythos again
You’ve fallen for the mythos again
And again and again
You’re craving it, yeah it shows
You’ve cut your hair, yeah you know
You’ve fallen, yeah your old clothes
You’re hopeless, yeah comatose
And again and again
The crutch gets caught, just like you thought
It’s stuck for days, hasn’t moved since the day it was bought
Slither those principles
With Faustus’ guile
It’s all a long con
You’ve fallen for the mythos again
You’ve fallen for the mythos again
And again and again
You’re craving it, yeah it shows
You’ve cut your hair, yeah you know
You’ve fallen, yeah your old clothes
You’re hopeless, yeah comatose
Never going to quit, never going to quit
Inhalate, defenestrate, carcinogate, tarfoliate
Prometheus urge, it comes and it goes it comes and it goes
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Michael Pt. 2
03:45
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Michael, there’s blood on your hands
Michael, there’s screaming from the caravan
Do you know what you’ve done? Do you know, Michael?
Lifecycle, violence deep in the cans
Air rifle, out of bullets, lost and found in the lowlands
Do you know what you’ve done, Michael?
He’s seen the tapes, he’s reneged, mind disengaged,
There’s so much honour in the way of tradition
The games they play, can’t run away, they’re here to stay
Make a ring and cheer for this archaic perdition
Michael, there’s blood on your hands
Michael, there’s screaming from the caravan
Do you know what you’ve done? Do you know, Michael?
Lifecycle, violence deep in the cans
Air rifle, out of bullets, lost and found in the lowlands
Do you know what you’ve done, Michael?
He’s seen their face, that deadly race, it goes unchanged
He whispers words and he prays for some salvation
Fists found their way, and night or day, they will survey
All that will be found is swollen knuckles and an ovation
Michael, there’s blood on your hands
Michael, there’s screaming from the caravan
Do you know what you’ve done? Do you know, Michael?
Lifecycle, violence deep in the cans
Air rifle, out of bullets, lost and found in the lowlands
Do you know what you’ve done, Michael?
Michael, what have you done?
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GHOSTS ARE REAL
04:06
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Let me answer your question with a question
Tell me: Do you believe in ghosts?
I don’t mean the cartoon bed sheets with a friendly expression
No, I mean the nasty kind that hide and haunt your home
Do you believe in their existence or are you a sceptic?
Tell me: Would you believe that they’re here with us?
I understand the complex of the floating candlestick
The missing keys, the phantom bruises, bites and cuts
If the covers are ripped from you
Then pull them up again
If you see something hiding
Face the other way instead
If you hear a faint whisper
Close your eyes and count to ten
If you see a bright light
Well, you’re probably dead
It’s easy to talk to the dead
The hard part is getting them to talk back
Not all spirits are after bloodshed
They’re forever cursed by all the negative feedback
It’s easy to assume that they’re all evil
Don’t lie, I know that you do too
Notice how all ghosts seem medieval
Their lives were tragic and ended far too soon
So,
If the covers are ripped from you
Then pull them up again
If you see something hiding
Face the other way instead
If you hear a faint whisper
Close your eyes and count to ten
If you see a bright light
Well, you’re probably dead
GET ME AWAY FROM HERE
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TGRBLM UK
Bedroom recordings /manic ramblings/pained howlings/poetic waxings
Wrote and
recorded some songs and decided to do something with them instead of sitting on them indefinitely. I can't sing and can just about play guitar but it's all in the spirit, isn't it? No, not really. It's all in the ability and I'm severely lacking but I'm doing it anyways. I don't give a shit.
(I secretly do.)
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