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IT SPEAKS
05:35
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IT SPEAKS
Who said, who said, who said,
To close your eyes in the dark?
Who said, who said, who said,
These visions only show us the past?
Who said, who said, who said,
The voices die along with the dead?
Who said, who said, who said,
Sheep will choose to follow instead?
It's ok to be a sinner
Cos maybe you're insane!
It's ok to feel ashamed
Cos maybe you're to blame!
It's ok to be lustful
Cos maybe you're enchained!
It's ok to feel obsessed.
It said, it said, it said,
It doesn't only want to feel.
It said, it said, it said,
It's hiding in the warmth of your sheets.
It said, it said, it said,
It's the feeling right before you lie.
It said, it said, it said,
It's the salt in the tears that you cry.
It's ok to be a sinner
Cos maybe you're insane!
It's ok to feel ashamed
Cos maybe you're to blame!
It's ok to be lustful
Cos maybe you're enchained!
It's ok to feel obsessed.
There's no time to run
There's no place to hide
Feel the weight upon you
Feel it take the air.
It's ok to be a sinner
Cos maybe you're insane!
It's ok to feel ashamed
Cos maybe you're to blame!
It's ok to be lustful
Cos maybe you're enchained!
It's ok to feel obsessed.
*SICKO EP is about battling personal and societal demons by finding balance between terror and beauty.
*All rights reserved 2021, Brawls Records.
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LORD OF THE FLIES
04:43
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LORD OF THE FLIES
Yeah if you've ever sinned,
I doubt you'll ever win.
And if you've ever breathed,
Try not to lose the taste.
With every feeling you hide,
Another shadow is born.
Try pick your truth from their lies,
Your ears are heavy with burden.
The word is father of fiction,
The deepest tunnels of truth.
How can we snap to the present,
And bring your eyes out to see?
Try never, never to eat from this hand
Kneel down to the LORD OF THE FLIES
The same hand which will bring you down to your knees
Try never, never to eat from this hand
Kneel down to the LORD OF THE FLIES
The same hand which will bring you down to your knees.
Our lungs are bleeding with violence,
In a temple of torture.
A tranquil moment in freedom,
Filled with screaming embrace.
It may never make sense,
But who are we to pass judgement?
Just like the sun will rise,
Kneel down to the lord, LORD OF THE FLIES!
This kind of life will consume us,
A never ending sickness.
A kind of chemical romance,
Is the only way we can exist!
Try never, never to eat from this hand
Kneel down to the LORD OF THE FLIES
The same hand which will bring you down to your knees
Kneel down to the LORD OF THE FLIES
Try never, never to eat from this hand
Kneel down to the LORD OF THE FLIES
The same hand which will bring you down to your knees
Alan Watts insert:
"The authorities still think that the only way to deal with even dangerous narcotics is simply to suppress them. Not clearly realizing that this makes them all the more attractive. And that it creates an enormous crime problem - which without suppression would not exist".
Try never, never to eat from this hand
Kneel down to the LORD OF THE FLIES
The same hand which will bring you down to your knees
Kneel down to the LORD OF THE FLIES
Try never, never to eat from this hand
Kneel down to the LORD OF THE FLIES
The same hand which will bring you down to your knees!
*SICKO EP is about battling personal and societal demons by finding balance between terror and beauty.
*All rights reserved 2021, Brawls Records.
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3. |
SICKO
04:33
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SICKO
Yeah I'm a SICKO,
I'm watching shows from 9 to 5.
I never asked to be this way,
It's the pills I get night and day.
Yeah you call me a SICKO,
I love to take but take to love.
The air I breathe is wasted,
So lock the doors and let us begin...
S-i-c-k-o
So take these pills away,
And flush my hope down the drain!
I'm begging sew my lips shut,
Bare-knuckled buried in smut!
So take my pills away
So take my pills away
So take my pills away
So take my pills away
I'm calling for an intervention!
Yeah I'm a SICKO,
Yet I call you the angel of death.
You stepped right into the night,
Soft and gentle, couldn't wait for a fight.
Yeah you call me a SICKO,
But you're paid to put me to sleep.
If I choke please follow my lead,
You turn my hate into a need...
S-i-c-k-o
So take these pills away,
And flush my hope down the drain!
I'm begging sew my lips shut,
Bare-knuckled buried in smut!
So take my pills away
So take my pills away
So take my pills away
So take my pills away
I'm calling for an intervention!
Watch me as I spit out spiders!
Watch me as I spit out spiders!
So take these pills away,
And flush my hope down the drain!
I'm begging sew my lips shut,
Bare-knuckled buried in smut!
So take my pills away
So take my pills away
So take my pills away
So take my pills away
I'm calling for your help.
*SICKO EP is about battling personal and societal demons by finding balance between terror and beauty.
*All rights reserved 2021, Brawls Records.
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FEARGULLS Cape Town, South Africa
Emotion expressed through electrical noise.
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