1. |
Interference
00:47
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(instrumental)
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2. |
The Collar
03:45
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Are you breathing?
We're on TV
Suffer kiddie
Cameras rolling and you're the star
By far the saddest
Now you're subpar
Au revoir!
Fastest caller
Gets the dollar
Wear the collar
White or dog's, and pray for cash
White trash, self important
The brain turns to mash
What a beautiful ass
STOP!
We've got a winner!
Aylan just won a million shares!
But who cares?
He's dead now
Victim loving victim
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3. |
My Pet Worms
04:22
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You will be my pet worm
I'll call you Daisy
I'll feed you, and breed you
I'll kill you, and eat you
Darling!
You will be my pet worm
I'll call you Angel
So sweet and so cute that
I could just destroy you
Darling!
You will be my pet worm
I'll call you Mary
You make me feel like I'm
The most human monster
Darling!
Maggots
Eating me
Maggots
Destroying me
All my pets have Stockholm Syndrome
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4. |
Scissorman
04:48
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Mother Mary cries
He doesn't know why
Division of the mind
Only the truth's a lie
He reaches for the door
He's gotta get away
"Let me out! Let me out!"
The voice screamed
But was it mine?
"They're coming back to ge me!"
I've been out of line
He tells me to run
But if we do
Father will strangle me
And she still cries
Maybe we can find a place to rest
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5. |
Garbageman (Apeman)
05:09
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Just another piece of the shitskin puzzle
Buried in the trash can
In the night shift, I'm cleaning this city
Garbageman
Infesting, multiplying
Day by day by day by day by...
It's victimless crime
Speaking in tongues, making noises
The apemen threaten my kingdom
Conspiring
Cutting off their heads and arms and legs
The garbageman
It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it
Nobody cares, and nobody will
A victimless crime, a victimless crime
It's business as usual in our pretty city
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6. |
Mannequin
06:30
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Her eyes look empty
Like black holes
They break and bend me
She isn't whole
She's in a bad mood
She won't talk to me
She's in a bad mood
She never did
I broke her into a billion pieces
Built her from the ground again
I broke her into a billion pieces
To build a better girl
Her lips are plastic
Her heart is stone
A doll so tragic
Of blood and bone
My one and only
My mannequin
Now little dolly
Must die again
I broke her into a billion pieces
Built her from the ground again
I broke her into a billion pieces
To build a better girl
She screamed and begged and cried
I didn't mind
She screamed and begged and said
"Oh father, please forgive me"
I am the sculptor of your destiny
My mannequin
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7. |
My Mirror, My Master
07:36
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My mirror, my master
I'm losing faster
I have to lose more
Look at these arms
Look at these legs
Disgusting
I have to lose more
I have to lose more
A salad, three crackers
Light cottage cheese
I don't want more
A diet Coke
I don't deserve more
I don't want more
My mirror, my master
Laughing harder
Nothing stays down, flush
I'm not hungry
I'm not hungry
Hunger makes me a modern girl
Hunger makes me a model
More hair on the pillows
My arms are heavier than ever
But I weigh only 40 kilos
My mirror, my master
I'm fading faster
Fading...
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