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Unfortunate
02:17
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I am the virus of your mind
Unfortunate
The source of it you cannot find
Unfortunate
I’m in the air you breathe, and now you are diseased
Your spit, your blood belong to me
Unfortunate
Are you ready to die?
We’re waiting to die
Are you ready to die?
We’re waiting
You are my one parasite
Unfortunate
I try to rid your sacrifice
Unfortunate
Your host is compromised, shedding the light inside
On your death bed you still lie
Are you ready to die?
We’re waiting to die
Are you ready to die?
We’re waiting
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2. |
Unconscious Cyanide
02:45
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Blind eyes, they take their toll
They follow you until they strip away the fabric of reality
But I will steal your soul
I will make you think of me while you are sleeping
Wake up screaming, wake up pleading, were you dreaming?
I want no more
I want no more of this
Of what I can’t control
I want no more of this
Red lights, they see you foil
They will make you stop when you want more,
A quick move will settle the score
And I’ll make you go
‘til you reach the cliff’s edge and now you’re hanging
Wake up screaming, wake up pleading, were you dreaming?
I want no more
I want no more of this
Of what I can’t control
I want no more of this
Get up
I’ve got poison in my mind
Get up
Unconscious Cyanide
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3. |
Oil Spill
01:56
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Why stop now?
You’re kidding yourself
No
And now your secret’s out of sorts
But now I know what’s real
Spill
I know your secret’s out of sorts
But well, I know what’s real
Don’t stop yet
You’re beating yourself down
And now your secret’s out of sorts
But now I know what’s real
Spill
I know your secret’s out of sorts
But well, I know what’s real
And now your ego’s out of luck,
it’s spreading quickly into an ocean, tainted with oil,
its only value is to speed up what you’ve forgotten
You’re sinking faster than you thought
And now you know what’s real
Don’t stop yet
You’re beating yourself down
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4. |
Bleeding Control
02:04
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Stop it right now, Bleeding control
Stop it right now, Bleeding control
They tell me it’s in my head, but in my mind, I’m fatal
Stop it right now, Bleeding control
We’re artificial
Stop it right now, Bleeding control
Stop it right now, Bleeding control
They tell me it’s in my blood, but in my veins it’s lethal
Stop it right now, Bleeding control
We’re artificial
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Ill Star Gainesville, Florida
Punk rock from Gainesville, FL
EP CD out avail from Ashtray Monument
www.ashtraymonument.com
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