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Serpent Shine
03:06
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Sun blinds, old times,
Here we go again,
Same old theme song,
Plays til the end,
Boring protagonist,
Recycles used plot twists,
Repeats the same catch phrase,
Dripping with tired cliches
I was sent here to destroy you,
Banal main character,
Reeking ammonia,
And desperation, man,
as bland as raisin bran
I see through you
I’ve had enough of this,
(Makes me sick) x2
My mind begins to split
(Vacant prick) x2
The bottle’s cracking right in front of me,
I got to leave x2
The bottle’s cracking at my feet,
I can’t breathe
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2. |
Big Joke
02:12
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Oh poor you, you ok?
How’d you live in that way?
It all sounds so awful,
You poor prick
There’s no blame, not guilty?
“This poor chap’s just wealthy”
Just think of their future,
The poor prick
The gavel raises then turns into dust,
As the jury’s bribed and defence is hushed
We’ll lock them all
We’ll lock them all
In Brazen Bull
In Brazen Bull
We’ll lock them all
We’ll lock them all
In Brazen Bull
In Brazen Bull
Oh poor prick, you ok?
How’d you live in that way?
It all sounds so awful,
You poor prick
The gavel raises then turns into dust,
As the jury’s bribed and defence is hushed
We’ll lock them all
We’ll lock them all
In Brazen Bull
In Brazen Bull
We’ll lock them all
We’ll lock them all
In Brazen Bull
In Brazen Bull
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Weird Symbols
01:09
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Crown of teeth, can it be?
Stare into self, finger pressed on raw gums,
(It will be, it will be, it will be)
The crooked body aches, creaks, splits, and weeps,
(It will be, it will be, it will be)
Bastard cunt! This is you!
Heavy crown, take from me,
Concrete block, on each limb,
I hold this, this is mine, it will be
Stare past itself, self pressed out of frame,
(It will be, it will be, it will be)
The frame turns into dust, it all is dust,
(It will be, it will be, it will be)
Pass, pass, pass,
All will pass,
Pass, pass, pass,
All will pass,
Pass, pass, pass,
All will pass
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Havana Syndrome
03:12
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Jagged blade scrapes
Throbbing brains’ beat
Shaking hands sweat
A pressure builds (Is this you?)
A pressure builds (Is this you?)
Hiss of white noise
Is this you?
The pressure spills
The pressure spills (Is this you?)
Is it in my head?
Is it in the rest of me?
Is it in my head?
Is it in my head?
The deep red glow from my burning ears
Are you behind the sound?
As shapes all warp like an oil smear,
Pressure spills, pressure spills
The Image blurs and the limbs go weak
Are you behind the sound?
My head is swimming with electric
Kill it now, kill it now!
Is it in my head?
Is it in the rest of me?
Is it in my head?
Is it in my head?
I hear the sound,
I hear the sound,
I hear the sound and it all breaks down
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Occupants London, UK
Combining acerbic lyrics, jagged tones and an energy so spicy it'd make your grandmother sweat, Occupants deliver a slice of punk rock guaranteed to appease the whole family.
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