1. |
weevil
01:33
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2. |
Floods Back
04:27
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This hygiene, is so unclean
And never is the last
Seek the sky, don't know why
Live it fast, you're going to die
Reeling to the feeling
That coming is so fast
FLASHBACK
Out for fun, but never begun
Out of it, yet still the gun
Like a feeling all floods back
Like a sound all floods back
Come on, don't stand back
You know we won't attack
FLASHBACK
She's an unknown terror
With no energy
She's an unknown terror
With no destiny
She's an unknown terror
This is how she should be
She's an unknown terror
If there's nothing to hold
There's nothing to have
If there's nothing to hold
There's nothing to have
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3. |
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The shadows draw long
This day is finally leaving
The cruel malignant sun
Must stop it's evil scheming
Staring at the hours
Patience long abandoned
The solitude of evening
Gives way to a night of passion
The light fades, and with it all my fear
The atmosphere's electric, I can feel her near
Her breath on my skin, her touch on my soul
The spell has been cast, she has absolute control
The succubus, she comes to me
Visits in the night
Wringing the love out of me
Our joined souls ignite
Her soft pale skin
Draws me further and further in
Her long dark hair, invites me where
Pleasure and pain, merge in the air
I am her captive
But would have it no other way
Her frame looks so delicate
Yet under her strength I stay
The physical exchange of love, destroys the demons within
The atmosphere's electric, couldn't wish for anything
Except her breath on my skin, her touch on my soul
The spell has been cast, she has absolute control
The succubus, she comes to me
Here in the night
Taking the love out of me
Our joined souls ignite
And suddenly she's gone from me
My physical form is spent
My heart can beat no stronger than this
Still yearning for her kiss
Lying in the cold half-light
I sense the new day dawning
The passion of the night
Gives way to lonely morning
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4. |
Random Death Bag (vs.1)
04:53
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It's too late
A darkness grows inside
It feasts on
Human lies
I’m still waiting
For you to speak
Control
We’re being controlled
Random Death Bag
Tuned to receive
Signals
Decisions
Made for us
By the spirit
Of evil
Manifested in people
Called society
Random Death Bag
Random Death Bag
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5. |
Best of Me (2000)
03:49
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6. |
Plain X - Requiem
05:18
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If you are life
And life is you
Well what do you expect
Us to do?
If we are sin
With you within
And you are all
Then must we fall?
And you must think
For us to sink
Then you are you
And I am too
And we are us
And we call for us
And to be you
Is to understand
And to be you
And to be you
And to be you
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7. |
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Nothing can hurt you
Nothing can stop this pain inside
And there's nothing you can do
Little miss suicide
Feeling so blue, little miss suicide
Hates her view, little miss suicide
Shout it out
Shut out all their voices
Close down your sheltered life
Bring you closer to god
Little miss suicide, no-one's going to miss you.
Change her hair
Change her points of view
And the changes make her blue
Little miss suicide, feeling so blue
Little miss suicide nothing can stop you.
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8. |
i am defective
04:39
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9. |
Meat on a Slab
07:08
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10. |
Devastation Remains
05:47
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He followed our footsteps
Behind us all the way
But he was an icon
That couldn't stay
The scream within us between the views
The looks of fright were so perfused
So like our minds, we felt abused
A life was taken we stand confused
Devastation remains for an icon
In the book so what's a lesson?
Devastation remains for an icon
In the book so what's a lesson?
The icon was taken
Just torn away
No life...No movement...
Just still he lay
He's gone now, moved on to a better place
Our memories live on for him, still seeing his face
He comes and visits us, in our sleep from above
And whispers to us....
Devastation remains for an icon
In the book so what's the lesson?
Devastation remains for an icon
In the book so what's the lesson?
A higher feel where nothing is real
The distance has gone, forgone, where nothing is wrong
If devastation remains within the soul
Is this the answer to death's goal?
He was an icon that could not stay
He was an icon that could not stay
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History Of Guns London, UK
Metamodernist legends of the underground UK industrial scene.
All History Of Guns music is free to download.
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Industry
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History Of Guns' Max Rael is vocalist with Decommission Forests.
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