1. |
Pants Of Doom
04:37
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Close your door
With a masssive lock
There is no rescue
You will be caught
They're coming
For your soul
Enormous trousers
From an ancient scroll
Now we're serving them
They're full of pus
Their flaming sewing
Enslaved all of us
Hey, lookout!
Pants of Doom!
Here It comes!
Pants of Doom!
From an ancient scroll!
Prayers calling
For Lord of Breeches
Imploring him
With a billion speeches
They're coming
For your soul
Enormous trousers
From an ancient scroll
Now we're serving them
They're full of pus
Their flaming sewing
Enslaved all of us
Pants of Doom
Pants of Doom
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2. |
Dumb
03:24
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I'm useless
I'm dumb
I can't do anything
Except fuckin up
My mind is so empty
But now I'm much older than 20
But only one thing I can do
Bring my grandpa's guitar
Write lyrics about my girlfriend
Oh baby I wanna be a star
I'm useless
I'm dumb
I can't do anything
Except fuckin up
I'm useless
I'm dumb
I can't do anything
Except fuckin up
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3. |
Hi, Dog
04:12
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Come closer to me
Today is so sunny, isn't it?
Behind you one hundred and fifteen
Black silhouettes and rusty first aid kit
We all are just a dots
Who the fuck are you?
Dead man, sharp spot
You'll never find what's true
Captain in a bottle
Skirmish in a van, isn't it?
Black hole in a full glass of wine
Or big grey moon in a hilarious fit
Please feed me
Believe me
I always
will be here
You've found what's true
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4. |
Sakhalin
03:58
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Stranger's on the road
Pale in the blacken. Raven calls.
He's coming for your blood
Night is the knife. Someone will never wake up oh
The velocity fairies
Troll's berries
Volcanic stains
On juicy sakhalin
Girl I wake up and I see that my
father Is a flying mighty vampire!
Silent and wild.
He comes while you sleeping
In the shadows
He'll get what you keep
Girl, i wake up and I see that my
father is a mighty flying vampire!
He laughs hard on a criminal drama.
So i have to go to Mexico
to bring a big ray of Sun
to have the bloodsuckers all burnt-out!
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5. |
Neverending Nightmare
03:34
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Please, take your biggest chest
And forget about rest
And put your helmet on
And put your helmet on
Your pills always been with you
You've never knew what's true
And stepped through the door
And stepped through the door
Please, see oceans and rocks
Full of rotten corpses, box
With never-ending nightmare
Please, take your biggest chest
And forget about rest
And put your helmet on
And put your helmet on
Please, see oceans and rocks
Full of rotten corpses, box
With never-ending nightmare
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You can't find time to explain
What is wrong with plans you promise you've had
Going down to feel you got the drain
Inside of your head
Inside of your head
But every time I see your face
I'm a mistake I'm in disgrace
It's better watching for yourself
You all are pissing me as hell
Swallow in your head!
Bullet to your head!
Work, crack yourself away
Don't mind there is so many strangers are watching you tonight
You are never remembering names
And swallow in your mind
You swallowing your mind
But every time I see your face
I'm a mistake I'm in disgrace
It's better watching for yourself
You all are pissing me as hell
Swallow in your head!
Bullet to your head!
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7. |
No Love (by Death Grips)
04:51
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8. |
Dreamsphere
07:51
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Dreams became the one circle of thoughts inside of your mind
And billions of nightmares are waiting for you
Just fall asleep and step inside the mystery flow will hold you
To get you through the stories of the night
The stories of the night
The strangest story about your paints invading the world like the aliens
Or the one with the useless man like me
See yourself waking up like a son of the mightiest flying vampire
See the island of corpses buried in fire
The stories of the night watch it passing by
The stories of the night like clouds in the sky
The stories of the night go on and on
You can't control you can't control
The boy who hates all the world got trapped dead and cold
Another big mighty guy lives in the eagshell and cry
The man with the mind full of acid screaming his words sharp and crazy
The scariest people you can find here
The stories of the night watch it passing by
The stories of the night like clouds in the sky
The stories of the night go on and on
You can't control you can't control
Do you believe your eyes when you see the nightmare the earth is burning down
Something's on your mind when the sky is blackened are you still sleeping
Do you think it's real when you see the nightmare coming through your skin
Something's on your mind are you still sleeping are you still sleeping
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The ashes fall from the african plague
Toxic fog makes the city so vague
What’s going on?
What’s going on?
Children born with an opened third eye
Can see the world like kaleidoscope line
Father seeks truth on the bottom of the bottle
End of the world feels surpsingly subtle
Fire blazing into the skies
Kids from the block dying from spice
Citizenship of forgotten land
Even the God won’t lend you a hand
[Chorus]
Your freedom turns to revelment
(in the ages of lust)
Gasping'n'growing blind
(in the ashes of past)
It feels that something brews up
Dead cows are flyin' over skyline.
March of the pigs straight to the slaughter
Rule of first night for an innocent daughter
Purity is an easy thing to lose
Your youth stolen by a drunken goose
Don’t speak, I know what you fear
Never wash your hair with some local beer
Crawl through the window to smoke a blunt
Everybody knows you’re just a stupid cunt
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Bandersnatch Moscow, Russia
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