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please don't go out on me, don't go out on me now
never acted up before, don't go on me now
i swear i never took it for granted, just thought of it now
suppose i abused you, just passing it on
go...fuck...
once fastened, servile, now you're getting sharp
moving oh so swiftly, with such disarm
i pulled the covers over him, shoulda' pulled the alarm
turned to my nemesis...a fool, not a fucking god

One, two, three, four, five against one.
Five, five, five against one.
Said one, two, three, four, five against one.
Five, five... Five, five... Five against...

Torture from you to me. Yeah. Ah.
Abducted from the street. Umm.

I'd rather be.
I'd rather be with.
I'd rather be with an animal. Oh. Rah.

Why would you wanna hurt me? Oh...
Ooh, so frightened of your pain. Yeah. Ooh.

I'd rather be.

you guys ready...
alone...listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
young girl...violence...center of her own attention
mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it
tries to make her proud
the shades go down, it's in her head
painted room...can't deny there's something wrong...
don't call me daughter, not fit to
the picture kept will remind me
don't call me daughter, not fit to

got a gun, fact i got two
that's ok man, cuz i love god
glorified version of a pellet gun
feels so manly, when armed
glorified version of a pellet gun
glorified version of a pellet gun
glorified version of a pellet gun
glorified version of a pellet gun
don't think, dumb is strength
never shot at a living thing
glorified version of a pellet gun
feels so manly, when armed

She nursed him there, ooh, over a night.
I wasn't so sure she wanted him to stay.
What to say? What to say?
But soon she was down. Soon he was low.
At a quarter past. A holy no.
She had to turn around.

When she couldn't hold, oh, she folded. A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path.
Oh, a dissidence. A dissident is here.

And to this day she's glided on.
Always home but so far away.

he won the lottery when he was born
took his mothers white breast to his tongue
trained like dogs, color and smell
walks by me to get to him
police man
police man
he won the lottery by being born
big hand slapped a white male american
do no wrong, so clean cut...
dirty his hands, it comes right off
police man
police man
police stopped my brother again
police stopped my brother again

spin me round, roll me over, fuckin' circus
stab it down, one way needle, pulled so slowly
drains and spills, soaks the pages, fills their sponges
it's my blood
it's my blood
paint ed big...turn ed into...one of his enemies...
it's my blood
it's my blood
it's my blood
stab it down, fill the pages, suck my life out
maker of my enemies...
take...my...
fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...

I took a drive today. Time to emancipate.
I guess it was the beatings, made me wise.
But I'm not about to give thanks or apologize.

I couldn't breathe. Holding me down.
Hand on my face. Pushed to the ground.
Enmity gauged. United by fear.
Forced to endure what I could not forgive.

I seem to look away. The wounds in the mirror waved.
It wasn't my surface. Most defiled.

they don't eat, don't sleep
they don't feed, they don't seethe
bare their gums when they moan and squeak
lick the dirt off a larger one's feet
they don't push, don't crowd
congregate until they're much too loud
fuck to procreate till they are dead
drink the blood of their so called best friend
they don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
don't pack themselves together and run as one

I seem to recognize your face.
Haunting familiar, yet I can't seem to place it.
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name.
Lifetimes are catching up with me.
All these changes taking place.
I wish I'd seen the place but no one's ever taken me.

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away. (x2)

I swear I recognize your breath.
Memories, like fingerprints, are slowly raising.

troubled souls unite, we got ourselves tonight..
i am fuel, you are friends, we got the means to make amends
i am lost, i'm no guide, but i'm by your side
i am right by your side...
young lover i stand
it was their idea, i proved to be a man
take my fucking hand
it was their idea, i proved to be a man
will myself to find a home, a home within myself
we will find a way, we will find our place

i will light the match this mornin', so i won't be alone
watch as she lies silent, for soon light will be gone
i will stand arms outstretched, pretend i'm free to roam
i will make my way, through, one more day in hell...
how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make...
i will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
i'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired

I seem to recognize your face, haunting familiar yet i cant seem to place it
Cannot find a candle of thought, to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me,
all these changes taking place, i wish i'd seen the place
But no ones ever taken me

Hearts and thoughts they fade,faaaaade away
Hearts and thoughts they fade,faaaaade away

I swear i recognize your breath

Ragh woo eats meat eats meat hahaha look out

Dirty Frank Dahmer he's a gourmet cook, yeah.
I got a recipe for anglo-saxin soup, yeah.
Wanted a pass. So she relaxed. Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back.
I got a cupboard full of fleshy fresh ingredients
A very careful at the same time quite expedient.
Eats meat. A release.
Bus driving's harder on your head than on your feet.

I've got a feeling. A feeling deep inside oh yeah. Oh, yeah.

I've got a feeling. A feeling I can't hide oh no, no. Whoa, no.

Yeah. Yeah, I've got a feeling, yeah.

Oh please believe me. I'd hate to miss the train oh yeah. Oh, yeah. Haha.

Ooh, and if you leave me I won't be late again no no, no. Oh, no.

Yeah. I've got a feeling. Yeah whew ooh oh yeah.