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key
04:45
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You want to look inside
Want to see all which I hide
I give to you the key
Take a look inside of me
You want to see it all
Roam within this ancient hall
It's no surprise to see
That you want a piece of me
You've broken down the wall
Your first step is your first fall
It comes as no surprise
As the truth you realize
Now caught within my lies
Burning pain within your eyes
You had to look inside
Now you see my soul has died
I give to you the key
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freedom's cry
04:03
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Freedom's cry, freedom's cry
A thousand thoughts that never lie
All the flies trapped in my jar
Consciousness has never flown that far
Freedom's cry, freedom's cry
A million lives that never die
Killing fields living on forever
Death ensues but comes to never
In a room with a thousand treasured halls
The holocaust sun is the first to fall
A beautiful lie for our freedom's sake
These patient truths we now forsake
Freedom cries from the blessed abyss
A lonely feeling we dare not miss
To carry the cross of our own shame
And sacrifice all in freedom's name
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fix
04:22
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These shattered dreams I lay out before you
Pick up the pieces of my life
These empty hands can never fix
The broken pieces of my life
You say that dreams can never die
I see the truth behind your lie
If I can stand unafraid to fall
Then could I stand to dream at all?
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4. |
grind
02:43
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bloody water
03:42
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And the flood and the flood
Come and wash away these fools
And the blood and the blood
In the overrunning pools
And the and the end
And it comes without a scare
And my eyes and my eyes
They're not open in my head
All the waste is washed away
By the currents of the somber day
Light and darkness are now best friends
So it goes unto the tired end
And the flood and the flood
Come and wash away these fools
And the blood and the blood
In the overrunning pools
And the and the end
And it comes without a scare
And my eyes and my eyes
They're not open in my head
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6. |
floor
03:36
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I really like you with your clothes on because I get to take them off
That dress really looks good on you, but I think the floor might like it better
You say you've never been kissed like this
Well, that's just fine with me
Yeah, that bed looks nice and cozy, but I think I'd like you on the floor
On the floor
You say that I am wonderful
Well, I guess that you are, too
I don't really deserve this
So I guess I'll lay down on the floor
On the floor
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7. |
dieu est mort
00:58
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Pj Perez Huntington Beach, California
I've made a lot of music over the years. Some of it alone. Some of it with groups. A lot of it in an apartment on really crappy equipment. Here it is for your consumption / bafflement.
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