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Pseudo
00:49
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The Hand of St. John
03:58
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I learned to hate from a little child,
He poured salt into my aching soul.
You want a piece of me?
Well I already lost a piece of her.
It's like a symphony of the devil's works.
Can you hear it?
Oh deadly sins, I would launch a thousand warships,
Send statues to the ground, just to seize the smile from his face.
He didn't realise that she wasn't there for him at all.
It makes my stomach churn with words, but actions speak louder.
Oh deadly sins, I would launch a thousand warships,
Send statues to the ground, just to seize the smile from his face.
Oh deadly sins, I would launch a thousand warships,
Send statues to the ground, just to seize the smile from his face.
Oh deadly sins, I would launch a thousand warships,
Send statues to the ground, just to seize the smile from his face.
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Promised Gold
03:51
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A key that unlocks many doors,
A life waiting to be sold.
Feel proud of the bruises on your face
As you're cast out into the violent cold.
Satan sees me through the screen,
Every new face is a mask he wears.
You can't fight after you've shaken hands,
The world hears you but it doesn't care.
A dog with human teeth,
Flea-bitten loyal hound,
Built a wall in a windowless room,
But built before he wore the crown.
Satan sees me through the screen,
Every new face is a mask he wears.
You can't fight after you've shaken hands,
The world hears you but it doesn't care.
Don't make me spell it out, you listen to lies,
But tell me now how you seem so surprised.
I won't take care, the glare distorting your view.
So look me dead in the eyes, don't seem so surprised now.
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You might be sinking now, but it's not enough
To simply wear the badge, reap the reward for a lack of power.
You might be thinking that their time has passed;
You would be correct in assuming so.
Lizard lived in the lake for a million years,
Eating the mud that falls from the mouth of tyranny.
Keep it in the back of your mind
As you smoke a cigarette from the gutter of your thoughts.
He's so rich he put the Devil out of a job,
He threw himself on our funeral fire, instead he dowsed the flames.
Only sinful when it suits you,
Disillusioned with the womb, sick of the sight of the source.
Lizard lived in the lake for a million years,
Eating the mud that falls from the mouth of tyranny.
Keep it in the back of your mind
As you smoke a cigarette from the gutter of your thoughts.
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The Haze
05:13
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Oh kindly don't worry, it's only a century.
Because I see into the gears that operate your fears,
I see a dog beneath the skin, I see a dog beneath the skin.
No matter, it always draws my gaze,
Don't worry, I can see inside the haze.
Because I see into the gears that operate your fears,
I see an ocean made of skin, I see an ocean made of skin.
Silence can't be faked, but attention can be lost in several ways my friend.
Turn your face from the happiness perusing you.
I found the missing irony you lost six months ago,
I saw red, bore my fangs, but I didn't worry.
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Embassy England, UK
Alternative rock band from Hertfordshire
Jimmy Ball
Alex James
Gary Kirby
Charlie Ridler
George Travell
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