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Poisoned Heart
04:03
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A mental mushroom cloud has left his psyche stained
But he turned it inside out and wore brand new skin
A skin of armor
A psychotic shield
Now he's a new machine
Now hes made of steel
His motor is running on revenge
His blood is running cold
Don't look into his eyes
They're inhuman
Eternal scars
His madness is the fuel burning death
His path is littered with the bodies of the insolent
Once he was human, but now revenge consumes him
And his poisoned heart
Sticks and stones will break your bones
But words can make you go insane
The seed is grown
We must atone
Now WE are the ones who feel the pain
Now WE are the ones that wear the scars
Now WE are the ones with poisoned hearts
A mental mushroom cloud....
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2. |
Get On
06:59
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I've made up my mind
It's a perfect waste of space
It's a demonstration of a perfect time and place
So close to heaven
When I've got no soul to sell
When I can't see your face
I guess I'm doing well
Well, good enough for me
A rocket to the glowing sun
You gotta get on, get on, get on
Destination oblivion
You gotta get on
Back in space where I belong
You gotta get on, get on, get on
If you want to get off
You gotta get on
Forget the feast
Or forget that obligation
But what does it mean
For the plastic population
We can never get enough
But we point our finger well
When it comes to suicide
I guess I'm doing well
And that's good enough for me
A rocket to the glowing sun
You gotta get on, get on, get on
Destination oblivion
You gotta get on
Back in space where I belong
You gotta get on, get on, get on
If you want to get off
You gotta get on
Baby, when i get inside you
I'll be deep in outer space
The further I am into the vacuum
The deeper that i get in you
Beyond oblivion
Outside of time
Ripping through the unperceivable
Leaving all of this behind
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3. |
Alesio's Speculum
01:54
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4. |
The Earth Is An Egg
04:52
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I know you want to cross that line
But no one's really got control
Let me give you some advice
The Earth is an egg
They're selling what you'd get for free
Yeah, and I got two!
Everybody get in line
It's just an arm and a leg
The Earth is an egg
Let me tell you about it,
Something big is going down
But I'm busy with my PS3
See I don't want to change the world
If its gonna happen anyway
What fuckin difference does it make?
All we have to do is wait
For the Earth to incubate
The Earth is an egg
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5. |
Down To Zero
03:24
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All my memories make me sick
Now I only dream when I'm awake
But, oh, the time it takes
I've never liked the taste of dirt
But I get what i deserve
Gravity serves not for me now
We've got a situation
Cause i can't stand
Comical ruminations
Cosmic hallucinations
I feign disinterest
And secretly make plans
I'm getting off this planet
I'm going out of my mind
I'm counting down to zero
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6. |
She Is A Robot
07:14
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She is a Robot
But she don't know it
She is bionic
She brings me gin and tonic
Glass eyes see everything
Oh, but for one thing
She’s more than made of plasticYou bet she knows how to please me
She don't know
She is a Robot
I know, I know, you are what you eat.
She is not meat, but she is my favourite meal
Tastes so sweet
EAPs squeeze
Feels so real!
She don't know
She is a Robot
Know you're mine
It's the only thing you need to know
Wait so long for me
We're gonna live forever, out in space
My masterpiece
You're my creation and I'm only flesh and bone
And I'll keep you clean
When you go dead I'll check the wires in your head
She don't know
She is a Robot
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7. |
Smoking Gun
04:09
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Aw, Get up!
They say that money ain't everything
But you ain't got enough.
Aw, now you're hooked on the junk
Its a smokin gun
And you don't want to carry it
Its a smoking gun
What a kick in the face
You're long lost
You haven't slept in days
You hate this place
Its so far away from home
Aw, give it up!
Forget about everything
And get in the truck (fuck!)
Oh, my Fiona, you fucked up
With a smokin gun
Now you don't want to bury him
With a smokin gun
and a kick in the teeth
And on and on and on to me
You hate this place
Its so far away from home
And its a smoking gun
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8. |
The Real Thing
05:09
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9. |
Tomorrow Never Arrives
03:07
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I break the silence screaming
It's twenty-five to fuckin nine
We watched the sun come up
Now it's burning out my eyes
We took the low road
We owned the night
But now I'm hanging over (sick)
And can't avoid the light
Pray never again
Repent through bloodshot eyes
I want to die
Pull the covers over my head
All my life mislead
I want to die
Bright eyed commuters walk so fast and seem unreal
My head is split like schizophrenic now that I can feel
Wouldn't it be nice
If tomorrow never arrives?
A hair of the dog that bites
Forever again and again
Through bloodshot eyes
I want to die
Pull a sheet over my head
Tag my toe, I'm dead
I want to die
No, never again
Die
Tomorrow Never Arrives
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10. |
Delusional
07:56
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Last night, I dreamt I was a single particle.
Every choice made, a new 'me'
Sacred and indestructible
And I'd pull all the pieces apart
And you'd call that reality
I only want to escape, the fake, the fictional,
Delusional.
I've no faith in the historical, 'cause it takes time for the truth to tenderize
They do then they don't
They will then they won't
They would if they could
But they wont
They don't
They could but they don't
They should but they won't
They should and they could
Buy they don't
They won't
Even when we ignore the staggering unlikelihood,
The miracle of the mundane,
Our unconscious contributes to the perpetuity of our collective experience,
And particles of pure thought create new worlds and split consciousness
A trillion times in a heartbeat.
And we live in them all
At the same time.
We could hang out at the park
Smoke a joint or burn the tire
At night, you can hear 'em
We can chase 'em in the dark
And you'll say I always smell like the weather
And I'll say I love the smell of smoke
And you'll say something about getting old
And I won't say anything
And then we'll fuck
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11. |
Cities Without Names
05:02
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This is not for me
I don't belong here any more
Winter's bitter freeze
Is rising through the floor
Now every day is the same
And there's no one here like me
Now these cities have no names
This is not for me
There's only one thing left to do for you
A song to sing for days
There's only one way to fly...
Get high
Escape to space
This is not for me
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Shellfin Brisbane, Australia
shellfin {noun}
pronounced: heh-vee-as-fv*k
1. A collection of tough as guts riffs and classic pop rock
hooks in the form of regressive stoner rock.
e.g. If I have any more Shellfins, I’ll explode.
2. The combination of physical states caused by alcohol, marijuana and tinnitus.
e.g OMG I'M SO SHELLFIN RIGHT NOW!
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