1. |
I Declare a Clone War
03:09
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He’ll drink your time, feast on your tears
He wants your tongue, your eyes and ears
But stolen bodies won’t keep him alive
Nor will the broken spirits warm him at night
Save your last dance,
don’t waltz with the desperate man
His words are love bombs, he takes what he can
But he can’t dress his own wounds;
He fights a lonely war.
The ancient battle cries
won’t help him anymore
You’re his angel now, only you can save his life.
He “doesn’t bite”
He’s “just a nice guy”...
who smells your beating heart,
Rise, undead, arise.
It’s a blood moon tonight
Don’t put your neck out for me
While you’re running away
Thanks for the favor but… we didn’t ask for it
Have your bounty, you’ll take it anyway,
on a parade
You’re not an ally until you show your gut for it
He can’t dress his own wounds, oh no;
He fights a lonely war.
The ancient battle cries, poor boy,
won’t help him anymore
You’re his angel now, baby, won’t you save his life?
He “doesn’t bite”
He says he’s a nice guy…
who reads your wandering mind
Rise, undead, arise.
And it’s a worm moon tonight
The gates are open,
In the garden
best make a run for it
The ghouls that guard the night
Will shield the light
Run for your life
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2. |
Spock Choy
02:54
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How can I be still
How can I be still
Your stupid dogma’s dying
Haven't left a prayer to cry
I wanna dress like a boy
I wanna dress like a boy
Who’s got the power now
Joy makes your body writhe
my arms shall grow plumes of
feathers and take me to flight
Call it my villain era
I’ve emptied all my cups to fill
This overstimulated animal
With time to kill
You want me docile
You want me docile
All this pretending’s got ya
Feeling so ripe
Can’t let another person
Live their own lives
Who’s got the power now
Joy makes your body writhe
my arms shall grow plumes of
feathers and take me to flight
Call it my villain era
I’ve emptied all my cups to fill
This overstimulated animal
With time to kill
Who’s got the power now
Joy makes your body writhe
my arms shall grow plumes of
feathers and take me to flight
Call it my villain era
I’ve emptied all my cups to fill
This overstimulated animal
With time to kill
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3. |
Push-up King
03:21
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I’ve been sick now for weeks
For a little death, mort, petite
The tower bleeds
And I’m on my knees
I pick up the bones
That were left at my feet
Left at my feet
I don’t where to grind my teeth
I’m biting down on an empty sheath
I don’t wanna fight
I wanna be seen
This land is bone dry and
Your bird needs to feed
I need a whole lot more, push-up king
You want it all but you’re giving me nothing
I wanna wear your clothes to the disco
In the summer heat
Just call my name, call me pretty
I, wait a minute
I’m trying to catch my breath
Well I, wait a minute
I’m trying to understand why
I’ve been lying now for weeks
I’m playing it cool, don’t be deceived
My skin is on fire, my lungs are weak
I didn't ask to be a mother but
I’ve coddled these boys in my sleep
So hang me up on a shoestring
Maybe the lightning will strike me
I’ll be my own push-up King
I’ll sew the seeds that they failed to reap
I need a whole lot more, push-up king
You want it all but you’re giving me nothing
I wanna wear your shoes to the disco
In the summer heat
Baby call my name, call me pretty
Are you in love with me
Are you in love with me
I call out your name
Awake from my devilish dreams
But is it love
I fall every time, running a race
From my sinful needs
Where do I pour out my heart if it breaks
And do I solder the line
I’m just fighting time
And it’s pushing me
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I see bright red
I bet you’re tired of it
You’re all cobalt blue
You’re shaking’ cause your boots are wet
We’re silver like the mist, violet like the end
What are you thinking
Is it the same as me
This is the color that I
see when you paint me green
What are you dreaming
Can I set your mind at ease
These arms are reaching
They don’t have a name for this yet
Let it run
Pink like my demons
Make the sale, just make the sale
Let’s sell all our corn to Goya
Let’s sail all our clothes to Mars
(We burn the orange ball, and on and on and on)
Let’s sell all our corn to Goya
Let’s sail all our clothes to Mars
(We burn the orange ball)
What are you thinking
Is it the same as me
This is the color that I
see when you paint me green
What are you dreaming
Can I set your mind at ease
These arms are reaching
They don’t have a name for this yet
Let it run
Pink like my demons
This city turns blood into 409
This city makes love with the 9-5
This city eats crayons to feel alive
Yellow’s the undertone of verbicide
These arms are reaching
Make the sale
No name no name
Male the sale
What are you dreaming
Make the sale
Shut and lock’em out
Let it run
Pink like my demons
Let me breathe
The air I have left
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Fantømex Asheville, North Carolina
Post-hardcore inspired, fun-time having, Western NC based band.
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