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Fleur
04:00
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Le Fleur is for the children
The firework exploding in the sky
Le Fleur is for the puppies
The old bone buried in your neighbor's yard
Le Fleur is just a rumor
The smoke that leaves the cigarette
You sneak outside the ball
Le Fleur is a long dead king
The people put his head on a pike
What a sight
A flower grows in dirt
And dreams occur in dark
Others, eat your hearts out
Le Fleur is floating back into the town
Le Fleur is your ugly brother
Le Fleur might be your pretty sister too
Le Fleur is not your father
Le Fleur i your grandpa drunk on Christmas Eve
Le Fleur is a nice clean shave
From a rusty safety razor someone lost during the war
Le Fleur is not your Christ
He's the thief on the cross to his right
What a sight
A flower grows in dirt
And dreams occur in dark
Others, eat your hearts out
Le Fleur is floating back into the town
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Scuzz
02:18
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Their comforter is cashmere delirium
They had hearts but they whored 'em for love
Beware the narcissists that masquersde as altruists
They claim crip but they're banging blood
Tolerance only extends so far
Make no mistake, their hate does not discriminate
Watch 'em claw out the mud till they're reigning above
Preaching radical love
They're scuzz
Your skin is sewn with satin hysteria
You had a heart but you took it to the abattoir
You smell like an escort, you move like a snake
We could slither together
Our tolerance extends to the moon and the stars
We whip a handsome pale horse around your boulevard
The dust hiding under your rug
Preaching radical love
We're scuzz
The dirt underneath your nails
The bum living under your bridge
The rats breeding down below your city streets
The buzz that makes you sick
We're scuzz
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3. |
Made to Ignite
04:48
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It likes to fly like birds do
Floating high through the death black sky
Its head spins like the Earth do
Its spitting combusting light
It don't know where its going
It will get there just fine
It prays its master pulls it
Its god will grant it life
And as it travels around your town
Hear it shout
All onlookers, they shake and shiver
They all fall down
And it feels nothing
Mothers dry your eyes
It was made to ignite
She'll pierce your heart like words do
She'll blow your deep blue mind
Her kiss can curse like voodoo
Her love is def and blind
He'll rob you just like burglar
His heart is cold as ice
They all scream bloody murder
When he and she ignite
And when they travel, the steely lovers
They will shine
Tell the children to run for cover
Its their time
And they'll feel nothing
Mothers dry your eyes
They were made to ignite
We're just drunk moths drawn to the flame
When we seize the sun from heaven
We annihilate ourselves
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The revolution will be monetized
Art makes me sick
Give me a viable product
Burn every copy of On the Road
I want brand awareness
A go-to market plan
Cash flow in an IV
Ol' Ben Franklin's barely smiling
But I'll be grinning ear to ear
I'll be napping in my leer
The true punk is right under your nose
But you don't know
You'll never know
I wanna be a venture capitalist
If I need remorse I'll outsource it from Mumbai
Growth has slowed
I'm checking every margin
You're free
It makes me scream inside
I want retention
Promising propositions
Love is only friction
Don't you know?
I'm channeling the sound and blood of Rome
I'm a butcher in a black suit by Tom Ford
The bad seed has already grown
Don't you know?
You already know
I wanna be a venture capitalist
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5. |
Violence
03:48
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When the shadows come out to play
They sashay slyly to my tune
Their entrance is always met
With red balloons and reverie
Supernova, waltz with me
Just bring your catastrophic charm
Consume the body as you please
Who do I blame for my love?
So feral and hard to define
Who do I blame for my love?
Cruelty just kissed sublime
Fail big, fall hard, boy
Buy a brand new liver from Dior
Float through monochromatic scenes
Sink down, down, down, girl
Reeled in by the lady in the lake
Now she is all that you can see
These cuts are shadows of our ecstasy
Old scars fail to wake our memories
Two cars colliding for eternity
In the mood for blood
Who do I blame for my love?
So feral and hard to define
Who do I blame for my love?
Cruelty just kissed sublime
And when our salvo ricochets
You'll find there's no one else to blame
Our warpath's paved with but two bodies
Kamikaze mercenaries
Who do I blame?
Who do I blame?
Who do I blame?
Who do I blame?
For you, my love
For you, my love
Who do I blame for my love?
So feral and hard to define
Who do I blame for my love?
Cruelty just kissed sublime
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6. |
Burgundy Valentine
04:22
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Baby, I like the way you strut
You're like a tranquilized cheetah
Baby, you look good, how much?
I'm just playing
Baby, I like your emerald eyes
They're like empty bottles of wine
Baby, I like your p- p-
Proven interest in hedonism
With your hand on the Bible
You tell the lies
My soul is smiling
Would you be mine?
I don't really know you so
Down I fall
In fiendish love
With my burgundy valentine
Banging in the backstreets
Faded on the green line
Chained like siamese
Trapeze artists pissdrunk on moonlight
Smiling at the police
Honey, it'll be fine
I stole these for you, happy birthday
I stole these for you, happy birthday
With your hand on the Bible
You tell the lies
My soul is smiling
Would you be mine?
I don't really know you so
Down I fall
In fiendish love
With my burgundy valentine
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No Trespassing
02:58
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Look, Ma, we can fly
Watch and see how far we get
Rain down from the blue sky
Looking charred
Look, Ma
We can kill things just like God
And breach the kingdom while you sleep
The angels are much too high
To save you way down there
Do you like specialists without spirit?
Do you like sensualists without heart?
Well if you responded yes to A and B
Then party, baby
Let's touch the sun
Let's lose our palms
Let's touch the sun
Lose our ability to grasp
Always find a way to play with tigers
(Let's hop the fence into heaven)
And sins of circumstance
(Let's hop the fence into heaven)
You must be heaven, in all your bone and drage
(Let's hop the fence into heaven)
It's always better
Waiting
For
You
Let's touch the sun
Let's lose our palms
Let's touch the sun
Lose our ability to grasp
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Seafood
04:00
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In the belly of the whale
We watch TV
We eat cereal for supper
And fall asleep before we brush our teeth
Its warm and cozy here
With the entrails insulation
We don't talk too much
We just watch The Office
And we burn the photographs
From days long gone
To make a little light
Sea sings us bedtime songs
Little droning lullabies
Sometimes I miss the shore
But humans make me anxious
Oh so anxious
We don't talk too much
We don't talk too much
In the belly of the whale
Soft, sunken madness
Sweet sycophantics
Tiffany prosthetics, we don't need limbs
You can keep that shit
Young asphyxiatics
Sweet and sociopathic
Sentenced to the sea
Where it all begins
And we burn the photographs
From days long gone
To make a little light
Sea sings us bedtime songs
Little droning lullabies
Sometimes I miss the shore
But humans make me anxious
Oh so anxious
We don't talk too much
We don't talk too much
In the belly of the whale
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9. |
2 4 K V
03:23
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You're pretty as a forest fire
Warmer than the gun
That your last boy used on New Year's Eve
When he turned 21
I've yet to own a diamond
But I bought an iced out heart
I've yet to put gold on my teeth
But I've got 24 karat...
I shall Pagliacci in Givenchy
My regalia, the color of blood
I've been stumbling through the dead of night
Howling for your ass
You love your orchids
I love yours too
I've been gnawing on the bones of life
Howling for your ass
I've yet to own a Rolls Royce
But I've become a phantom, babe
I've yet to put gold on my teeth
But I've got 24 karat veins
I shall be another nada dressed in Prada
My regalia, the color of blood
I've been stumbling through the dead of night
Falling in every trap
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10. |
Unhinge the Jaw
03:45
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Bourgeoisie masochist
Cle de Peau blood on lips
I strip you of disguise
Caress the ghost inside
Cirque de deux just won't quit
On velvet tightrope trip
Four alabaster eyes
Seen dangling from the vine
I hear you hunger pangs
My love reveal your fangs
Your canines lust for life
Your red lips weaponize
Ensnare with gentle hymn
Soft, iridescent skin
Trick all the fools that fly
Rip wings off butterflies
Unhinge the jaw
When the thorns nag on your neck
Unhinge the jaw
When only thorazine tears are left
They mop your lustful drip
You'll wring them out in time
Hemlock between your hips
Paints madness in their eyes
Kill time in this abyss
Here in the undertow
Don't call God
Cause his cell goes straight to voicemail
I hear your hunger pangs
My love reveal your fangs
Until the heavens fall
And every diamond's bleeding
Fall down spiral stairs
Bury the bones in the backyard
Piss on everything
Baby, its yours
Unhinge the jaw
When the thorns nag on your neck
Unhinge the jaw
When only thorazine tears are left
Release the hounds
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11. |
Darling
05:07
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Darling,
I've got a heart too
It don't beat quite like yours
But I won't hide it from you
If it'll make you trust me more
The day I met you David died
But that's alright
Cause now you're by my side
Now you're by my side
I love it that you like to be alone
You keep your circle small cause you're okay on your own
I love it how you're looking so aloof
You ain't tryna be here, I guess that makes two
I love it that you're your worst problem
Life might give you some but you always seem to solve 'em
I love it how your soul's a little blue
But everything's good cause mine is too
Black coal baby, you're a diamond mine
Warm as granddaddy's old 45s
Burgundy nails flipping Georges Bataille
I always knew you were special
Black coal baby, let's drive tonight
Out toward the coast where the breeze blows nice
If we're pulled over, its fine, we're white
Just keep it concealed
Darling,
It'll be dark soon
And I've scouted out the place
I made sure its sharp too
I'm not gonna use it but its good in case
We picked the one hero in this town
And he sees our plates
Does my mask fit your face?
Does my mask fit your face?
She makes me funfetti when its not even my birthday
Oh she's so sweet, the way she claws my face
Junkyard angel with a tourniquet halo
She's so pretty when she don't behave
She smells like a flower plucked fresh from a bouquet
Somebody left on an early grave
Kamikaze kitten knitting blood red mittens
Down by the beach is where the fuckboy stays
Black coal baby, you're a diamond mine
Warm as grandaddy's old 45s
Keep the car running while I go inside
I always knew you were special
Black coal baby, I could die tonight
As long as you're here that'd be alright
Don't it look nice, how it shines in the light?
The house is past the field
Darling, we've been passive
So darling, let's be bold
Because the months melt too quickly
And the seconds pass so slow
I'm tired of waiting tables
Aren't you sick of your cafe?
Nietzsche said there are two types of animals, babe
Predators and prey
Black coal baby, you're a diamond mine
Warm as grandaddy's old 45s
Emerald eyes that pierce like knives
I always knew you were special
Black coal baby, put the car in drive
Of course that motherfucker had a .45
Blood on my shirt, some his, some mine
But here with you I'm in heaven
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12. |
Last Soirée
02:56
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The end ain't near, it's here, my dear
So make sure the table is set
The meal's prepared, let's toast to the years
We stumbled our way through the soil
Raise a glass
For fortune
It can't save us
Where we're going
When the final bell tolls
Everything falls
Don't pretend it was bad till the end
Remember your smile in the mud
And shed no tear for those down here
Our palms are all covered in blood
Ashes to ashes
Lashes to gashes, babe
Sniff every flower
Before they're all gone
The world ain't enough, it seems
In the life of the appetite
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