1. |
Fugue
00:38
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2. |
Bone Syndrome
03:15
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I can feel it in my bones, coursing through the marrow.
I can feel it in my bones.
Neurosis runs down my spine,
The Devil’s thoughts run through my mind and they’re singing,
I know something that you don't know, I know something that you don’t know.
Oh they sing, They mother fucking scream.
You're broken and you know it,
Sinister but you can't control it.
Dead inside and you'll never know it,
Devils due and he's here to show it.
I'll crawl under your skin,
I'll live in your head ‘till you give in.
You can try spit me out,
But the taste will leave a stain in your fucking mouth.
Ha! ha!
(Neurosis runs down my spine)
Neurosis runs down my spine,
The Devil’s thoughts run through my mind and they’re singing,
I know something that you don't know, I know something that you don’t know.
I know something that you don’t know, I know something that you don’t know.
You can try spit me out
But the taste will leave a stain in your mouth.
Well, I’ll bite my tongue right out of my mouth,
So all I taste is blood ‘til I spit you out, bitch.
‘Til I spit you out
‘Til I spit you out.
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3. |
Split
03:44
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Living with the Devil on my shoulder
That spits in the face of the angel and disobeys orders.
They say it's all in my head, he says I'm real let me in.
What the fuck do I believe anymore?
Well I'm broken, that's for sure.
He screams ‘You'll never get rid of me’.
I scream, I beg ‘please leave’.
He screams ‘I'm here for eternity'
Oh God please kill me, Fuck!
Oh God please kill me.
The Devil won't leave,
The Devil won't leave me.
The Devil won't leave,
The Devil won't leave me.
Paranoia sets in,
I'll scratch at my skin ‘till I tear you out,
This second voice that clouds every thought within me.
I reached out for help but all I got was left in hell.
because they don't believe me, they all think I'm crazy.
because they don't believe me, they all think I'm crazy.
Help me.
Help me.
(Help Me)
I can't do this anymore.
I can’t do this anymore.
I can’t do this anymore,
The Devil is not welcome here anymore.
Living with the Devil on my shoulder
That spits in the face of the angel and disobeys orders.
They say it's all in my head, he says I'm real let me in.
What the fuck do I believe anymore?
Well I'm broken, that's for sure.
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4. |
Hangman
02:16
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Why don't you hang there and choke on it,
Choke on your fucking tongue.
You make me sick,
Oh God you make me sick.
I'd rather burn in hell than live on earth with you.
I brought this rope for you to wear around your neck.
I brought this rope for you to wear around your neck.
I brought this rope for you to wear around your neck.
I brought this rope for you to wear around your fucking neck.
Fucking choke on it.
(Fucking choke on it)
Tie it nice and tight, don't leave an inch.
Bind it around this branch.
Let’s play hangman.
Fucking choke on it.
(Fucking choke on it)
Let's play hangman.
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5. |
Spit You Out
03:04
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Left to rely on myself, bleeding and crying for help.
This constant self pity's a bitch, it's just the cards I was dealt.
Endless asking what is wrong with me?
Live a day in my shoes then you'll fucking see,
What!
And then you'll fucking see.
What! What!
Born a burden, a stain, so worthless.
Never learnt to speak up for myself.
It's always been this way,
I'm just the trash you throw out at the end of the night,
Nothing to hold onto right?
That's always been my life.
And I can not get out of my head,
The thoughts you left,
They taste of regret.
Bitter and sour, I spit them out.
I spit you out.
I spit you.
Always searching for acceptance but there's nothing there,
Just the freak who everyone looks at and won't come near.
Do you know what it's like to feel so worthless and so alone?
To have to grow up in a broken home.
This home is fucking broken
And I'll just bleed myself dry
Trying to fix something that's always been dead.
It’s always been dead.
I can not get out of my head,
The thoughts you left,
They taste of regret.
Bitter and sour, I spit them out.
I spit you out.
Yeah!
I can not get out of my head,
The thoughts you left,
They taste of regret.
Bitter and sour, I spit them out.
I spit you out.
I spit you.
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6. |
Jackal
03:25
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Cage my head, lock me away.
Strap me in this jacket, throw away the key.
Leave me to rot, wither and die.
Four white padded walls didn't work the fucking first time.
I need help, someone help me.
I need help, someone help me.
I need help, someone help me.
I need help!
There's a disease embedded in me and I can't seem to tear it out of my bloodstream.
Fuck!
Diseased, unrooted.
There is no essence of human
Coursing through my veins,
The taste is quite destained.
A toxicity that burns through the earth.
Doomed forever, a jackal, a curse.
Burn me at the stake, tear off my limbs, feed me to the fucking wolves.
Bleed me dry, bleed me dry.
Burn me at the stake, tear off my limbs, feed me to the fucking wolves.
I would rather die than live this life doomed forever.
I Can't wait to die, slit my wrist and throw me.
I can't wait to die, cut my throat and throw me
To the fucking wolves.
(They said I did it! Oh, they said I did it!)
(They said I did it! Oh, they said I did it!)
They said I killed them all,
Burnt my name in all their heads.
Then sat down in their blood
Laughing ‘The jackal isn't dead”.
Cage my head, lock me away.
Strap me in this jacket, throw away the key.
Leave me to rot, wither and die.
Four white padded walls didn't work the fucking first time.
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7. |
Bitter Pill
03:56
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My whole life, I’ve wished I could stand up for myself,
I try so hard to please everyone.
Nothing’s ever good enough,
So fuck my attempts at pleasing anyone.
At pleasing anyone, what!?
Always been second best.
Trapped to suffer,
Left with this loneliness.
Life's just a parasite, leaching all I have inside,
Leaving me to die, hanging from a rope made of lies.
I hope death waits no longer.
Break through the exterior
I don't feel any clearer.
This sickening feeling, it won't seem to fade.
Break through the exterior
I don't feel any clearer.
This sickening feeling, it won't seem to fade.
Because it makes me choke until I spit it out
like a mother fucking
Blegh!
So what do you want from me?
I can't provide it obviously.
Fuck you
And all you want me to be.
I've become a product of the world that is in front of me.
Dried up up and left for dead
With these memories stuck in my head.
Life’s a fucking joke.
Hypocritical, narcissistic Joke.
Hypocritical, narcissistic Joke.
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