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She, Zoologist
02:37
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She checks in her closet
She checks under her bed
She's checks for monsters, they say they're in her head
She's seen them, she's seen them, she screams
She's felt them, she's felt them, their teeth!
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Love (In a Quarantine)
02:18
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I am your body, I can be your home
No antibodies, be my infection
And when you start and you work your way up
Tunnel through my heart, hitch a ride through my blood
Chorus:
C'mon infect me, influence me, you can take me baby, c'mon digest me
(I want your disease, love in a quarantine)
I have no fear no, I want to taste your plague
Patient zero, sex in a hospital bed
And when my body shows all the warning signs
Then the doctor knows there's passion inside
Chorus
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Convoluted
02:01
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Am I falling? Am I touching the ground?
Are you candid? Or are you convoluted?
Am I thinking? Am I screaming out loud?
Did you want this? Or did they tell you to do this?
They told me not to tell anyone!
(Am I falling? / Am I touching the ground? / Am I?...)
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Catyclasm
02:47
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If I scream real loud will someone save me?
There are birds falling down on the pavement
All around me is a sea full of concrete
When the lights went out I half wished we would fall asleep
There are people like ants with crushed sandhills
Being chased by a coyote with an anvil
The sky is chipping, yeah, we all see that the paint is peeling
When there was nothing left to steal that's when they started killing
It's a sick world, this is survival
This party's taken straight from pages of the bible
On this black ground we all laugh now
Life's a joke and we're just waiting to be cast down
Everybody's sick of trials and tribulations!
Everybody's just a hospital patient!
Everybody's trying to breakout of their cages!
Everybody's tired of making minimum wages!
No one now decides who's right and who's wrong
Yeah we're all just animals! We're new-borns!
So at this time resign, deny the old lore
Reverse your spine, decline and get on all fours!
This is a sick world! (This is survival!)
This is survival! (This is a sick world!)
This is a sick world!
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I felt your breath dissolve into the atmosphere
This space was designed just to draw us near
An infestation of bodies manufacturing steam
A celestial starfuck, constant orbiting
I taste your breathe
Bittersweet! It's the taste of a drought
You got a body like an ocean it comes pouring out
And I'm the Moon, babe, I'm lunar, honey, you will see
When i come gliding in you'll fill with lunacy!
Scrape the flies from the silk
Babe, your dressed to kill
In the middle of a war we're still criminals
So hold me close, squeeze me tight, rush the blood to my head
'Cause, baby, for tonight I want to feel like we're dead!
You kinda remind of the stars, girl
You kinda remind me of the stars
Distant, distant, distant...
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