1. |
Making An Electronic Man
02:26
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Theres dirt clogging my veins
Bit my tongue clean off
Seething
Scratching
Heaving
Skin tag with eyes
A slave to this digital hell
There is no such thing as pain free catharsis
Integrated endless loops, for why?
Making an electronic man
Deadend nerves
Embedded in broken code
Aching
Straining
(Barely) breathing
An object of hardship
Remove these eyes
Nothing but cataracts so far
Making an electronic man
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2. |
JFK's Head Just Did That
03:53
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Happy birthday Mr. President,
His head just did that!
Getting fucked in the back of your motorcade
Lee Harvey Oswald was nothing but a puppet
Term by term
Term by term
We're just wasting away
What say you, Mr. President?
There is no such thing as ethical consumption in a capitalist society
Yeah?
Term by term
Term by term
We'll just feed the machine
Happy birthday Mr. President,
His head just did that!
Getting fucked in the back of your motorcade
Lee Harvey Oswald was nothing but a fucking puppet
Term by term
Term by term
We're just wasting away
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3. |
WHERE IS YOUR HEAD?
02:13
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I have nothing important to say
I fantasize about dying every day
Act on impulse, channel the hatred you seek
Make a fool of yourself once again
Where's your head?
I'm already half dead
Dodge and weave
I wish to remain unseen
Gleaming winter slopes
Lost footing interloped
Trippy feet, stuck and glued
Where is your...
Where is your... head?
Where is your...
Where is your... head?
Constant nosebleeds
A belly full of rocks and seeds
Sustenance is fiction
Days turn to weeks, to months, to an eternity
I think I came to the wrong infirmary
Don't bring your fists to a chair fight
Reclaim your sight
Somethings not quite right
Bulldozed, disposed
Stuck in a hole again
Swallow a dime bag
Tossing shit at a fan
Where is your head?
I'm already half dead
Where is your head?
I'm already stuck and glued
By and down
Searching for a safe rebound
Jesus H drowned
Strings of prey, fraying, unwound
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4. |
Finger On The Pulse
03:46
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I'm fed up with being alive
Appease, indulge, repeat
Hollow, bereaved, what's it to you?
Channel this misery
And make something of it
Don't trust a fucking soul
Still imprisoned in this crooked head
Scratching at these forlorn walls I've carved from lead
Worn down to the nail bed
I've got no more skin left to shed
Don't trust a fucking soul
A senseless wave of anxious unrest
Was I not the daughter you wanted?
It's warm down here
A six foot hole beside the trees
Carved out by the ever so selfless martyr
What a pity
Channel this misery
And make something of your fucking self
The stench of stagnant perspiration
Tell me, what is the meaning of poise?
What's the point in having a voice if no one is listening?
I can't bare to stand here in front of you
Please look away
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6. |
Blue Lives Splatter
03:53
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Hands up, don't shoot
Let the piggies bear arms
These xenophobic bastards
Will massacre the masses
Squashing peaceful protests
Count the bodies like sheep
Let this be a lesson
The brittle remnants of the "promised land" reduced to
Illegal warfare; expired tear gas
Hands up, don't shoot
Squashing peaceful protests
Count the bodies like sheep
Let this be a lesson
Fuck you
A sideways banquet for the hypocrites
Atop a broken back pedestal
Talk shit, get cuffed
Now bite the boot
This war is far from over
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7. |
Rank Zappa
03:12
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Snapped his clavicle right in two
Lost but seeking aberration
Caustic visions, a dying few
A botched mosaic copy cat
Oh poor child
Were you never taught to be one of them?
Built yourself a sloppy shadow
Chain smoke, brain broke
Virtuous signals, tried and cruel
Fitted under rochambeau
What are words, but a filthy reprise?
Normalize sleeping with a noose
Oh dear outsider
Don't look through that window
You won't like what you see
Short circuit
Oh dear outlier
A true sight for sore eyes
Stale glances set your skin aflame
Crash and burn
Crash and burn
I hate it here
A hole underground that which you call home...
It gets darker and darker
The stench stronger and stronger
Rank Zappa
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Swollen Shut Kansas City, Missouri
Nu-Metalcore / Hardcore band based in Kansas City, MO.
EST. 2020
Alyssa Jo - Vocals
Jesse Outler - Guitar/Vocals
Shaggy Elam - Bass
Dylan Savage - Drums
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