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Books and Daggers
03:12
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So can't you hear me, I'm calling for you
The parents are hungry and the children are too
Well we fight like animals
What will be left?
Don't you realise
How to empathise
Its a compromise between two sides
Well we fight like animals
What will be next?
This wall is bleeding out, built ten years ago
But where will go now?
Well where is our home?
Well we fight like animals
What will be left?
Don't you realise
How to empathise
Its a compromise between two sides
Well we fight like animals
What will be next?
Well we fight like animals
What will be next?
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2. |
Into Ludes
03:46
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Wasted heart rate, its all the same to me,
Beat, repeat then breathe again,
Tourniquet, tourniquet,
Its not my time today,
Cut ribbons from the wound instead
Into ludes,
This lucid state is non consensual, flip the coin
Who are you today?
We're all the same to we,
Burn the selves and start again
Sobriquet, sobriquet,
Its not my namer today,
Forget, forgot then fade away
Into ludes,
This lucid state is non consensual, flip the coin
Pull the curtains tight
Sun feels bitter in my eyes
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3. |
Mardy Arts
03:25
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Cult of personality, you're prized upon your shelf
Forget about the world cos I say its bad for your health
But now these cogs are turning, events get out of hand
Dorian Gray gets his way for the attention you demand
Is this all you can do?
Cos we know the effects of a bad attitude
Don't excuse your toxic views, when the facts are online
This is what we have been laughing for
HAHAHAHA
Oh mardy arts
HAHAHAHA
Oh mardy art
Grab your torch, your keyboard and set the news alight
Feed the drought, starve yourself and leave reason behind
How long did you study?
Was it worth the time?
Loose lips sink ships when sense is on the line
You're right, you're right, I do it to myself
You're right, you're right, I do it to myself
Is this all you can do?
Cos we know the effects of a bad attitude
Don't excuse your toxic views, when the facts are online
This is what we have been laughing for
I said, I'm right, I'm right, you do it to myself
You said, you're right, you're right, I do it to myself
I said, I'm right, I'm right, you do it to myself
You said, you're right, you're right, I do it to myself
OH MARDY ARTS HAHAHAHA......
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Put Your Finger On It
03:51
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I'm a dog on a leash
Can't get no release, I'm panting by your side
Anaesthetize my right to fight the now rising tide
Raise my voice to a bark and allow my emotion to collide
Let off my lead I tend to be the catalyst in disguise
Put your finger on it x2
I'm a dog on a leash
Can't get no release, I'm panting by your side
Anaesthetize my right to fight the now rising tide
Raise my voice to a bark and allow my emotion to collide
Let off my lead I tend to be the catalyst in disguise
Put your finger on it x2
Flash flood of memories
High tide but I'm stuck on the beach
Becoming the change you want to see
Don't hide out from the truth, oh come on take off that suit
It's only you, should answer to.
Put cho fingeyyyy on it eh
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Fever
04:35
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Touching my arm
Feeling the warmth
It gets closer every day
Take off the mask, I see the past
Haunting delight
Your memories are mine tonight
And I fall
Feeling you out
Tasting the words
Venom drips from your lips
Take off the mask, I see the past
Haunting delight
Your memories are mine tonight
And I fall
You got me in your sights
I'm caught, paralysed
This fever is hard to deny
You got me in your sights
I'm caught, paralysed
This fever is hard to deny
Rattle the cage
Testing the lock
Key don't fit like before
Take off the mask, I see the past
Haunting delight
Your memories are mine tonight
And I fall
You got me in your sights
I'm caught, paralysed
This fever is hard to deny
You got me in your sights
I'm caught, paralysed
This fever is hard to deny
In your sights
I'm paralysed
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