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Swallow Swallow~ Swallow Your Fear~ Swallow Swallow~ Swallow Your Fear~ truth like gasoline burns more when it comes up from down below~ truth like gasoline burns more when it is vomited up from down there~ hallow hallow~ hallow be Thy names~ with some everything is Holy even the messianic complex they’ve left behind~ Shallow Shallow~ how low ya gonna go~ sink fist into shit to reach effervescent pearl~ Chorus~ when I stab to illuminate…I must shallow dive~ How Low How Low~ look deeply into what is you~ the harder you squint there really is not anything in there~ Follow Follow~ just feign to be like them in order to be sane~ Wallow Wallow~ going nowhere on your ascent~ throw ball down hard to reach non-existent ceiling~ Chorus
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You’re killing yourself with your own beauty~ and not just yourself are you fuckin’ with~ others my dear have felt your cold frail hands molding’ their world~ the thin veil is made thick and daunting~ your pleasant demeanor now inhales through incisors~ You’re Killing Yourself With Your Own Beauty~ You’re Killing Yourself With Your Own Beauty~ it is your lips that pronounce emptiness~ the brighter a candle burns the faster it goes way~ the faster it goes away~ if there was a time for atonement, it has past~ at least you teach us of original sin~ Chorus~ as a moth, you run to the flame,~ to incinerate in self absorption~ ain’t gonna be nothing’ no more~ ain’t gonna see nothin’ no more~ ain’t gonna know nothin’ no more
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15 cigarettes~ by the time it’s 10 in the morning’~ elbow grease and knuckle sweat~ drip from my forehead~ sand paper rug burn~ all on the inside~ coffee stained teeth~ steep in the sunshine~ irritation adorns me~ (dr.Israel) “Jox it rip~ Fya cyan get back~ Inna cold black shack~ Anna feel half dead~ Cau we hold we blood~ Inna dark black night~ Cauya left me out ~ Anna break my balls~ Iya black heart man~ Inna dred dread time~ How we left me out~Cauya feel no pain~ See mi gone trown down~ Cauya kill my soul~ Anna push me out~ Cuaya feel my pain~ Fyah…”~ 23 cigarettes~ by the time its 10:08 in the mornin’~ cracked heart broken glass~ blood on the asphalt~ sardonic sadness~ spills through the teeth of my grin~ blank stare barks tough~ irritation adorns me~ spills through the teeth of my grin
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Crackle
03:38
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Oh the beast!
I don’t .....know up~ from down.....or right~ no sun.....dark lurk~ no food......no light~ all’s wrong....it don’t work~ this here…is torqued~ i am pissing into the wind~ now paying...for your sins~Oh the beast!- shotgun....is cocked~ morbid...my thoughts~ zombie...night time~ no such.....right time~ i am...no good~ this corpus…beast flesh~ truth is....not here~ lust is...nowhere
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Go Away Mr. Crackle
03:48
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Come On Mr. Crackle Go Away~ Don’t Come Again Some Other Day~ Come On Mr. Crackle Go Away~ Don’t Come Again Some Other Day~ light will brave the madness~ calm will follow the storm~ no more of this sadness~ let pleasure be the norm~ take heed to all the suffering~ take heed to all the pain~ to heed is not to follow~ the blood is not the vein~ the blood is not the vein~ Chorus~ shadow is cast by light~ the light thru darkness made~ when maker meets the making~ the debt will then be paid~ paid, the debt long outstanding~ when maker meets the made~ gone, the debt long outstanding~ when terror meets the shade~ when terror meets the shade~Chorus~ cough up now the taking~ of such nasty pills~ the snake docta’ has the anointment~ to all of your grimy skills~ talk of the forsaken island~ where madness has its reign~ look at he posture takin’~ let Avalon have its reign~ let Avalon have its reign
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Diesel
04:26
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Swa Swallow Your Fear~ Swallow It Whole~ Swa Swallow Your Fear~ Swallow It Whole~ it is the fuel ~ it is that mean streak~ that you can’t get rid of~ the fodder of the garden~Chorus~ it is the fuel~ it is that dark spot you act from~ but hardly ever look at~the fodder of the garden~ Chorus
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Sultry Mad Fire
07:42
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(All text in quotation are paraphrased words of Rabi’a Al-’Adawiyya, 717-801 C.E.) sultry mad fire in the night~ passion laggin’ in front of boredom~ “I will set fire to heaven with this torch, and quench the flames of hell with this water”~ scarred for life I tell you~ tender new skin all that’s left after bein’ purged of desire~ “I will set fire to heaven with this torch, and quench the flames of hell with this water”~ sultry mad fire in the night~ dry throated madman slips and falls~ on the water the freeze has turned to ice~ “If I worship you out of desire for paradise~ then deny I paradise~ if I worship you out of fear of hell~ then cast I into hell~ but if I worship You for Your Own sake,~ grudge me not Your everlasting Beauty.~ I will set fire to heaven with this torch, and quench the flames of hell with this bucket of water”~ timid pacifier of the night~ breasts saggin’ low now in front of arrogance~ “I will set fire to heaven with this torch, and quench the flames of hell with this water”~ be now later you tell me~ virgin eyes pull deeply into sacrificial fire~ “I will set fire to heaven with this torch, and quench the flames of hell with this water”~ timid pacifier of the night~ tender footed madman flips and sprawls~ at the feet of the separation of love and hate~ “I want to put out the fires of Hell,~ and burn down the rewards of Paradise~ they block the way to You~ they block the way to You~ and I will not worship You out of fear or promise~ but simply for the love of You.~ I will set fire to heaven with this torch, and quench the flames of hell with this bucket of water~ I will, set fire, to heaven with this torch~ and quench, the flames, of hell, with this water”~ I will, cross the, line here, between You and I~ I will, merge with, You now and make one
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Sado
06:48
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sadomasochistic turmoil in the dead center middle of your love boat journey to the divine~ you’ve got one eye stuck down deep in man’s throbbin’ heart of pain~ and one floatin’ elegantly in the crystalline water we have come to call your eyes~ todo que necesita (esta en su mano), everything is in your hand boy~ everything is in your hand~ You Will Be Free~ See Free~ take the train unto, the black and the white (desierto)~ and You Will See Free~ Be Free~ sadomasochistic turmoil in the dead center middle of your love boat journey to the divine~ You’ve got one eye stuck down deep in man’s throbbin’ heart of pain one floatin’ elegantly in the crystalline water we have come to call your eyes~ sadomasochistic turmoil in the dead center middle of your love~ in the dead center middle of your love boat journey unto the divine~ unto the divine
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Speak Of The Devil- Your Ears Must Be Burnin’~ Speak Of The Devil- You Know We’re Talkin’ Bout You~ Speak Of The Devil-Your Ears Must Be Burnin’~ Speak Of the Devil-You know What We’re Talkin’ Bout~ you really, really want what you see and you can’t have~ try a little harder, you might reach what you dream about~ they really don’t know what its like they just read about it~ it’s not what you say, it’s how you do it, how you feel about~ I don’t know what you been told~ but that ain’t the way that this world goes~ Take a step back and look yourself in the eyes~ the seer is the seen, everything else is a lie~ practice what ya preach~ or shut ya mouth and don’t tell us bout It~ its all fine and dandy that you know it, now what ya gonna do about it~ you’re absolutely right, and relatively full of shit~ hot isn’t cold, even though you believe all is one~ I don’t know what you’ve been told~ but everything that glitters sure as hell ain’t gold~ you’re tryin’ too hard, you’re comin’ off as a fas~ try to fix yourself ‘fore you try an’ fix us~ (dr.Israel) “Wha dem feel dem heat now when dem devil bwoy come now bulleby~ Monkey pon ya back require three pint a gin~ Original gangsta wit original sin~ Friend a him now we remember him~ An probably feel now how em wan fya control~ Put in three pound a hate get back one pound a gold~ Cyan chups no man when ya na look inna him soul~ Cau see eye don’t know what him might a been told”~Chorus ~ your complex runs deep, you think your the only one under the sun~ ya ain’t finished yet, there’s some monkeys on your back~ righteous is as righteous does~ and the best friend of hate ….it is love~ I don’t know what you’ve been told ~ but when you’ve got a bad hand, it’s sometimes smart not to fold~ it is the Same above as it Is below~ the wise one is a skeptic and doesn’t believe what he’s told~ you talk about yourself, till you’re blue in the face~ soon you’ll be gone, yes vanish without a trace~ when truth is served up, you hand it back with out a taste~ the vow of the warrior is not to go till all can go in your place~ I don’t know what you’ve been told~ but you’re preachin’ to the choir and it’s getting old~ he who knows doesn’t speak and he who speaks doesn’t know~ the root of all evil is in your thoughts and your soul
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Down To The River
05:13
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I’m goin’ down by the river~I’m gonna set myself free~and when I go under~I’ll create a web so they can be~yes give form to the entities~gonna make an air strip in the ether~into their vessel I breathe~I am the physical manifested~As the rain keeps one depressed~the rain takes part in growth~as the sun surfaces the ugly shadows~the sun takes part in cancerous growth~I’m runnin’ fast to the future~while I long for past obsessions~so constantly do I wish to give to all~without cliché inflection~yes bring you to where I was before~christ like, tell you of the perfection~that’s possible, with Satan held warmly~in the bosom of your completion~Yes, like a dove in the fire~not burned, by it’s faith~I believe now I’ve caught you~don’t worry it was your fate
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Cassandra Southwick
05:07
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Last night I saw the sunset melt through my prison bars,~ Last night across my damp earth floor fell the pale gleam of stars:~ In the coldness and the darkness all through the long night-time,~ My grated casement whited with autumn’s early rime....~ All night I sat unsleeping, for I knew that on the morrow~ The ruler and the cruel priest would mock me in my sorrow.~ Oh, The Weakness Of The Flesh Was There, The Shrinking And The Shame;~ And The Low Voice Of The Tempter Like Whispers To Me Came~ “Why sit’s thou thus forlornly,” the wicked murmur said,~ “Damp walls thy bower of beauty, cold earth thy maiden bed?~ And what a fate awaits thee! A sadly toiling slave,~ Dragging the slowly lengthening chain of bondage to the grave.”~ I wrestled down the evil thoughts, and strove in silent prayer,~ To feel, O Helper of the weak! That thou indeed were there...~ At length the heavy bolts fell back, my door was open cast,~ And slowly at the sheriff’s side, up the long street I passed.~ Chorus~ Then to the stout sea-captains, the sheriff, turning, said,~ “Which of ye, worthy seamen, will take this Quaker maid?~ In the isle of fair Barbados, or on Virginia’s shore,~ You may sell her at a higher price than Indian girl or Moor.”~ Chorus~ They growled back their stormy answer like the roaring of the sea,~ “Pile my ship with bars of silver, pack with coins of Spanish gold,~ From keel-piece up to deck plank, the room-age of her hold,~ By the living God who makes me! I would sooner in your bay~ Sink ship and crew and cargo, than bear this child away!”~ “Like the herdsman of Tekoa, in Israel of old,~ Shall we see the poor and righteous again for silver sold?”~ Chorus~ I looked on the Governor, with weapon half-way drawn,~ Swept round the throng his lion glare of bitter hate and scorn;~ Thrice smote his staff upon the ground, and along with sneering clerk and priest.~ Bade me on my way with regret, And into freedom, I was released.~ For He who turns the courses of the streamlet of the glen,~ And the river of great waters, had turned the hearts of men.~ All praise to Him, before whose power the mighty are afraid,~ Who takes the crafty in the snare for which the poor is laid~ For which the poor is laid~ For which the poor is laid~ All praise to Him, before whose power the mighty are afraid.
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