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PYROMANIAC
There's some logic in the marmot's sadness
Right through the hands of time
A dark face of wild life wisdom
Misunderstanding of your heart and mind
A confrontation with the rights of mankind
Genesis of a new dark age
Strong erections for the pyromaniac
Heavens open with the burning rain
Trapped here in the land of confusion
A prisoner to the diamond of night
Cocooned with my shell of creation
That hides me from the master of light
To find a world of depravation
Amidst the torture and pain
And on the shards of fire light
Into the marmot's domain
From the stars to the twilight oceans
Burning trees on suspended skies
Entities of horrible faces
Like some shit served with french fries
I really want six hundred degrees, bring out the maniac inside of me
I want to let the fire on me, to suffocate my will to live
Rise from the fire
Erections higher
Burning the skies
Marmot will rise
The celebration of those who setted the fire on my head
with the permission of those who setted my mind on fire
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God Save the Marmots
05:07
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Each of us is like a strange beast
we do crazy things, do you want a list?
There are owls waiting for their prey
and sly cats, that will never obey
We don't care about using common sense
in this forest ruled by the law of self-defense
and you already know that you could even die.
Don't you know that my monkey decides for me ?
I enjoy every moment, every hole that I see
because life has no rules, I take what I find
from the edge I hope: God save the marmot!
Vultures will starve and eat your remains
sinister people that appear when it rains
you don't breathe and don't feel their stink
Surprise them and break their beak
“The wet hair makes me drool,
in this forest there are so many holes that you can find.
The leaves on the balls are a sweet scratch,
without me hear I'll have to approach the prey.
If the beast hear me, she will start to run away,
That bitch leaves a trail of acrid scent,
as soon as I take her, I will open her in two.
That miserable bitch run away, now is the end of my day
If I find a tree to rub, my semen on the ground I can throw”
... Or save God from the Marmots!
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Mice in the Attic
05:41
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Hide, like mice in the attic
trying to have some fun
with masturbation of your friend called Peter
Hide, like rats in the sewers
trying not to make noise
not to wake your enemies called "the eagles"
And write, your daily stuff
smile, with your daddy's farts
cry, wetting all the boards of your filthy hovel
Watch, the small skylight in the attic
try to see a bird
and masturbation made also for him too
Write... your daily stuff
with your daddy's farts
wetting all the boards of your filthy hovel
They shutter the door
They' re sniffing the house
So they catch mice
And they think it's nice
They think it's nice
You're now on a train
you're praying in vain
now you've just arrived
not at the seaside
But they think it's nice
now you are so cold - and there's no Sunshine
now you are so cold - and there's no Sunshine
now you are so cold - and there's no Sunshine
Someone's lit a Fire!!!
Someone's lit a Fire!!!
Finally a well known smell
But it doesn't come from your dad
Nobody has fuel to fart
It's shower's time at last!!
Praying in vain
Praying in vain
Praying in vain
God is NAZI, God is SHIT.
You are one in six million
You're not anything fuckin else.
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4. |
The Hangover
03:07
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Instrumental
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Pissing
03:31
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Pissing
they've pissed on shit
I fuck in my sleep,
my appendix grows
I don’t let it show.
I'll throw away
this life I play,
I cannot slip
upon this sheep.
they piss me off
I laugh and scoff,
I feed the fire
Black nuns on the restless pyre.
morally insignificant
totally annoying
ethically inconclusive
placidly simpleton
technically braindead
regularly delayed
massively mocked by all
morally insignificant
Don’t even try to walk my way
Don't even listen to what I say
Don't even taste my dick in mouth
Don't even force my ass to shout
Don't even suck my shit from me
Don't even sleep upon a sheep
Don't even tease a longshoreman
Don't even piss your blood in hand
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Storm
03:37
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I watch all trees destruction; Mother Nature on a great warpath.
Sound of a thousand drums warning; Soon to feel her rightful wrath.
See the clouds running boldly, across the sky.
Warriors branding spears of lightning, Roaring, with such pride.
Angry at the white eyes, horses with such speed.
A deafening wind now gathers, near their mighty steeds.
Humans set upon destroying her, but her power is unbound.
Her whirling fingers now reach down, and pluck us, from her ground.
I did rise and take flight
The fear made me to flee
From darkness into light
To free captivity
Oh! monolithic bones ,life magnified
In Millennial mists, gravity defied (x3)
While you who shook the earth have turned to oil
How we can't forget your great turmoil
As we sit here in the middle of the storm
So many are starting to think that this is the norm
That the worst has past, at least to some
But this won’t last 'cause the worst is yet to come
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