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Djoker
04:42
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Block the doors; seal the exits; there’s fire in the skies
Take a look, but it’s really just a blessing in disguise
‘Cause war’s for the presidents; the free and the brave
And it don’t apply to you unless you’re getting saved
When there’s no one left to notice when they come for you
You’ll be livin’ the things you’ll wish you never knew
But don’t worry now, something you should know
Is you still probably got a couple years or so
You got the wool pulled over your eyes and ears
Black paint on what you want to disappear
Take your daily dosage of crowd hypnosis
Live behind closed doors in this psychosis
What did you do when you woke up dead?
You refused to hear what your angels said
You woke up next morning and said “I’ll change,” but…
Chorus
Wake up when you promised to! Oh, they’re coming for you!
Time’s runnin’ out, whatcha gonna do?! They won’t leave you any clues!
Blood seeping out from under the door; it’s not worth running if you come back for more!
Look away! (Look away!) Look Away! (Look away!) There’s a Djoker in our core!
Prize doing good less that decoration
Learn how to read from the Wealth of Nations
Hate reality, love the façade
‘Cause what matter less than a dead man’s god?
Poetry, agony, take only one
‘Cause what you really need is another gun
Silence is golden, I’m a cacophony
But lead won’t tell you what it means to be free
Chorus
We’re so glad we could be your entertainment
Sit back, relax, watch your own derangement
Your current events will be our death tolls
But you can’t see ‘cause you got eyes like holes
BLOCK US FROM YOUR MIND TAKE US AWAY
IGNORE US SO THAT YOU CAN SAY
“MY COUNTRY’S FINALLY FREE
FROM ALL OF THIS HYPOCRISY”
Chorus
End
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Lurk
06:00
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He says they’re only girls in a man’s world
And they can only handle so much
He says they should be treated like a princess
If only he could treat them as such
Because a princess grows violent when she’s being used
He equates someone’s rights with who he can abuse
The poor man! Left with nothing but dominion as a crutch
Chorus
With a slap on the wrist and the scum is dismissed
The kid was disturbed, but a sweetheart
And she’s accused for being abused
Victim replaced with upstart
A nice evening spent is not entitlement
Defiler leaves as a man scorned
In a perfect Earth we’d teach women their worth
But as of now be forewarned
In the shadows they lurk!
You say that money talks, but do its lips move
When the gap-hindered gal meets her fate
You can understand she’s an easy target without a man
But you don’t see my undying hate
Because a voice from your mouth only loves what it sells
But the voices in your head can be your living hell
So when you get to your head, the army of damsels awaits
Chorus
Solo
Chorus
In the shadows they x18
Lurk!
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Lemon
05:52
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It’s been fun
Arms wide open, minds are closed
but that’s normal, I suppose
For such a skulk
When I’m gone
Give my heart to someone who needs it
‘Cause where they gonna go with all that bulk?
You’re not mad
For better or for worse
Emotion is a curse when I’m so tough
And it’s so bad
As I watch you slowly dying I think
Why am I not living fast enough?
Chorus
I’m just another victim of infatuation
And you all look like hell
Don’t have to choose between three doomed carnations
Sour as this lemon is, it’s nowhere near myself
I’ve been peering
Through the hourglass; it’s hard to watch time pass
When all I see is sand
And I’ve been hearing
About how glad I am I’m over
The mirror shows a mug of jubilance
So misguided
People worshiping the same long-dead gods
Just using different names
You weren’t invited
To the selling of my soul
But hell, I’m glad you came
Chorus
Darlin’ I’m sorry I dropped by so soon
But breaking your smile ain’t an easy thing to do
I can’t help if I’m a skulk in disguise
There’s more than three shadows in your eyes
Being a victim ain’t no crime
If only you could come at the right time
Feeble minds can’t take much more
If the whole world is storage, what is there to store?
Chorus
Chorus 2
I’d give myself to offer you some consolation
And maybe hell ain’t so hot
Knuckles bruised with reconciliation
You think I’m torn apart, I’m not
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Rattlebones
05:15
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Rattlebones, could you wait another day?
Rattlebones, I want to know what I’ll say
Whoa-oa- oa-oa Rattlebones
I’m virulent; fool’s gold in my eyes
I’ll make you hurt; I got you hypnotized
Whoa-oa- oa-oa Rattlebones
Ink splattered on the canvas of my attack
Let it bleed through to those whom I attract
Whoa-oa- oa-oa Rattlebones
Drop!
Chorus
Rattlebones! To live I need to separate the skin from
Bone! To live without my love I’d end up
Dead! No one really knows you like the voices in your head!
No one really knows you like the voices in your head!
No one really knows you like the voices in your head!
No one really knows you like the voices in your head!
No one really knows you like the voices in your head!
I’m not in love, I’m in love with the fact that you’re in love with me
Please stay, I’ll be good, wait and see
But you can’t waste no more time with Rattlebones
You’re the smoke that fills my head
On the night they found you dead
But your eyes can see through mine, oh, Rattlebones
‘Cause you know who you are
Even if I don’t
But my God, it’s so elusive, Rattlebones!
Chorus
Solo
Rattlebones, no I’ll never bow
But Rattlebones, now we’re both six feet underground
Rattlebones, I hope you’re happy now, Oh
Whoa-oa- oa-oa, Rattlebones
End
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