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Napalm
02:30
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It’s raining napalm, fucking napalm, it’s raining,
it’s raining napalm, fucking napalm
napalm napalm napalm napalm
To live a perfect life, gonna burn it all down.
So tell me what it’s like? Gonna burn it all down.
An angel fall from grace,
The blood smeared down her face.
Do I make you sick? It’s fucking sickening.
Oh you’re a pretty bitch but won’t put your feet in.
You talk that big fight and you play dress up,
but you’re a daddy’s girl playing with doll parts.
Playing with fucking napalm.
Playing with fucking napalm.
Playing with fucking napalm.
Playing with doll parts.
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Designer Sadness
02:40
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We’re brokenhearted in designer, ripped up stockings
in demonia, ballerina, you broken ballerina.
She cries a whole river, fairy lost her wings yeah,
her tears of eyeliner, look pretty when they splash her.
Broken hearted in designer
ripped up stockings in demonia.
(Designer sadness! Designer sadness! Ya!)
Babbling all day I hear things call to me
and them demons keep on crawling on me on me
Screaming my name they keep on clawing me
and they’re entering inside of me of me.
They say they fill up the pain, the hole inside of me.
Shiny pretty precious devils riding on me on me.
Balenciaga, Gucci, Prada, fill the hole suppress the trauma Bending backwards Jeffery Dahmer
Spending make twice back that’s karma.
Dionysius mother Isis turn my strengths all into vices.
What’s your price bitch? That’s real nice bitch
Make a million in this crisis.
And I’ve been out my body yeah
since I faced off all my fear
Psychologically I’m here
but in my heart I disappear.
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Tarantulas
02:50
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I will tear at your webs till I’m dead
I will lure you out from my bed.
I will tear at your webs till I’m dead
I will lure you out from under.
You build me up and break me down
then turn and tell me it’s irrelevant.
You speak the truth but never kind
there’s revelations in your eyes.
I seep down to the back of my mind
I’m a one eyed women in the land of the blind.
The end is nigh, I’ve seen the signs,
an eye for an eye, trade yours for mine.
The fire that burns she burns inside,
om krim kali a thousand knives
Give me the strength to burn these lies,
the weakness in my soul it dies.
You fan the flames, I’m burnt alive
then born anew baptised in fire.
A molten lake, a lying snake,
I’m turned to stone, standing alone.
The people moan, the people quake,
I feel at home burnt on the stake.
You speak the truth but never kind
there’s revelations in your eyes.
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You Saw
03:09
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You saw you saw all the lovely bones.
You know me as the flesh in the soil.
Just me I’m the food for the worms.
Watch me as I go it alone. Farewell
Death is bliss and she rushed to bleed
And they didn’t know how they broke her heart.
Lies told, so vicious, girl jealousy,
Reputation stabbed apart so desperately.
And no one knows where she’s gone now
but we all end up in the same place, somehow.
Sudden sickness or a cruel twist of fate,
a bloody mess of bones or a car up in flames.
Death is bliss and she rushed to bleed.
Death is bliss and she wished to be.
And now the thought of her is slipping.
Now the thought of her it slips from me.
I accept my fate, sinking down to the bottom of the bay. Dawn of a beautiful day. “I am gone but but everythings the same” she said, before she jumped. If you had done more it could have been enough. Her life was rough but her heart was pure and she will still haunt me I know this for sure. Her hands were clean but her bones were broken. Her life was rough but her heart was pure.
No empathy, lies endlessly, no sympathy.
It keeps you up at night, it keeps you up at night.
Her hatred grew deeper.
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Fuck the Hollywood Cult
03:10
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Just a little girl family wrecked by rock ‘n’ roll.
(Just a dumb slut I got a sharp sword)
Fuck the Hollywood cult on the TV.
The mistrust you've sewn has got me stressed out.
Fuck the Hollywood cult on the TV.
In my phone they won’t leave me alone.
Just a little girl family wrecked by rock n roll.
That’s what Hollywood sold me. And I will burn down your whole damn hill, before you mothfuckers own me.
Just a dumb slut I got a sharp sword.
On the edge of the cliff this ain’t a hill no more.
Check out my victory wings, check out my sharp claws. See what Witchery brings to a dumb whore.
Dishonour it brings men on horses four.
This is the goddesses will I bring the holy war.
An angel chorus it rings as I open the door.
Death to the kings their heads they roll on the floor.
Like moths to the flame the greatest beauties of our age are gathered to be used and degraded. Their fall monetized and forced into the minds of the next generation of
victims. Stabbed, like Christ up on the cross.
Sacrificed to the profit/prophet of Hollywood.
The cult grooms their next crop of whores and are
rewarded with mountains of gold for a crime untold.
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Skin Walker
02:44
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I’m an arsonist, set fire to the Skin Walker.
Lost in the end, it’s always lost in the end.
She a Skin Walker, beneath you'll find naught but a blank I'm real mother fuck, take my word to the bank. When the trouble starts, I won't duck I won't stutter bitch I'm wishing you bad luck. She a Skin Walker, hands out to pick
pockets. She'll pluck out your eye and put it in her fucking socket. She's no goddess, she's no artist. I'm an arsonist set fire to the Skin Walker. I used to hide the alcohol bottles, been bruised by the Cabal's gospel.
Innocence is lost in the end, it's always lost in the end.
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We're All Going To Die
03:22
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We’re all gonna die.
We’ll be happy friends now, baby leave your care now, We know life’s not fair now, baby don’t be scared now.
We’re all going there and we’ll be happy there yeah.
Might feel something so new..
It’s all an illusion the fear of death. It’s just like a chain wrapped around your neck. Let it fall to your knees, let your body lay, let your spirit rise to another place.
In the end we’re all alone an we all gotta go.
Let your body be bones, let your soul go home.
Face fate with a smile, yes please I’ll die,
The wheel it drives to another life.
Mother’s calling your name, fall into her gentle arms.
No more shame, no more pain, no more suffering harm. Dissolve into nothing like you always were.
Let yourself dance naked on the edge of the earth.
From the day of birth babe your death was awaited,
for certain and fated, so why do you hate it?
Remember the clear light, the nature of your mind, merge into the clear light, you’re home baby home.
Let go let go let go let go.
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