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pounding head
04:24
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sew up my lips / prick out my eyes / block up my ears and anaesthetise / my mind is black / my skull is bombed out / head in memorium / head in the clouds / and here are the straps / that tether me to this bed / bind my very soul / imprison my head / and we are as ash / just floating in the wind / we sacrifice oursewlves to be crushed in the machine / are we not machines? / are we not the cogs? / bound up by chains / enslaved to an empty God / and frame by frame / I watch it all / frame by fucking frame / I watch my mind fall - I've got a pounding head
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dead birds
06:11
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rolling stock comes in at night / medieval savagery in plain wrapped sight / filthy deposit that leaves me blind / mind in memorium funeral of the mind / dead horse dead fish dead dog / all crushed in this machinerys cogs / dead birds ?
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no signal
05:45
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calcified frames of the dead / lasting shrieks from their desert heads / celestial sarcophagus / like dried up cattle each one of us / stations of the gross / wrapped up in clean white sheets / forgetting love and spreading deceit / what then when there is no signal? / when the waltz of the dodo brings us to an end / how long have you got? / how long will it take? / before you give up / before you break / we came from the desert and are going nowhere at light speed / we will disappear in the blink of an eye as we watch our children bleed / what then when we can't advance from the discovery of fire? / when we live with the lies of the dead? / we are fossils / we are dead / bodies of stone / petrified heads - no signal?
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loss, decay & insanity
07:17
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decay - fade away. in this city / of tiny lives / we're all thriving / on tiny lies / and right here / and right now / in toy town / that's where we'll all drown / so, what do you carry? / what burden is yours? / will you surrender to the tearing of the claws? / are you without? / are you insane? / are you decrepit? / are you in pain? / this is a torture / this is a curse / but I will still run / to follow the hearse / and we are but tinder / awaiting the flame / they the insane / man created the bomb / man created the gun / in the name of the father / in the name of the son / I hear psycho babble / from psycho rabble / I see the steroid mules / they don't know they're the fuel / and here is the rub / and here is the oil / the rider's abroad / he carries the coin / one hand in the glove and a shoe in the shit / 2nd hand sermons from the mouths of the malignant / and we are but tinder awaiting the flame / they the insane
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confinement
07:12
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crawling through the mess we have made / there's fuck all left but it's nicely displayed / climbing over mountains of fools / in mahogany rows sit the misers and crows / you burn all day but there are no flames / it's the heat of the situation that drives you insane / you disappear you are no more / but there's still a shadow on the floor / dingly dell push me down the fucking well / run onto the wheel see how reality feels / you're hollowed out with diamonds while you're living in the sty / and where will you be when burning stars fall from the sky? / we lie under white flags we've surrendered for less / we are like slugs dipped in the salt / horror hors d'oeuvres in this fucking mess / a great weight has settled / an indifference to fate / an inertia absolute / I become the mute / confinement is a sanctuary / confinement is a haven to me / and here are the straps that tether me / and here are the traps / that imprison me / we are forged across an anvil / and who is to blame? / born not of love / but born of the flame / a pig for a guinea / all in a row / we're selling off something / that should never be sold / we put away compassion / kneel at the feet of desire / in blind desperation / madness then onto the fire / the mother of all insanity / nailed to the wheel / we are superstars in the sanitarium / is that how you feel?
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the eternal sensor
04:47
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an onslaught to stop the liberty of thought / but ultimately I will be bought / entombed in our own design / we are locked out of our own fucking minds / here is the sensor that watches over me / over which I've no control / that will always be / we dissolve our personalities into faeces and ash / and we lay down with the enemy for so much filthy cash / I've had years of this guilt tip toeing around my brain / images of the flames / again and again and again etc
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memories of my sanity
05:38
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give an honest man enough time / he will make a mistake / I opened my big fucking mouth / and left allsorts of shit in my wake / I stumbled on the rocks / on the way to Jerusalem / I saw all the pilgrims / and I realised there's a lot of them / when we roll away the stone / will there be a saving of the souls? / will redemption be the light? / or will we set ourselves away to be dust in the hole? / forward to madness / fucking forward !
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the crucifake
06:17
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God is a billion gallon oil drum / a trillion dollars per second every second if his nose runs / there's blood on his hands and blood in these aisles / there's blood running through these pipelines for miles / he made that bomb so he could watch the whole of Hiroshima melt / then pulled it all together nicely with a patent leather bible belt / from 5 loaves and 5 fish came the miracle of the feast / but now only a famine now only the beast / I just see a crucifake / Gods barkers and the overseer's agents / they wont assign me to my station / he craves a sacrifice so we build the fire high / when we summon up religion then we summon up a lie / lights camera action everyone in their place / I just see a crucifake
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dda
06:02
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dda / denies me / devours me / consumes me / destroys me / defiles me / defines me / divides me / it drains me / it tears me / it wrecks me / it stains me / it crushed me / they saw a flash / like the midday sun / and I knew then / that the future had begun / dream like state / agitate / bow to men / locked in the animal pen / golgothic terror / fear of the robe / victorian horror / jars full of frontal lobes / froth at the mouth / bone and dry grin / no oasis here / just a carcass of sin / oh my God / the genius of it all / blasted to nothingness / to be part of the swarm
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the sorrow and the pity
05:39
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the sorrow / and the pity / are wasted / on these lies / too much time / too much hatred / and yet he still covers up his eyes / take your sermon / and write it anew / take back your vows / I know they're not true / your mind is rife / with synthetic life / we are guided by mumbles / this reality / hisses at me / you speak in ruins / but you dont see / cos there's lives to take / and hearts to break / I feel no sorrow / I feel no pity / mother and child are torn apart in this fucking mess / and you just couldn't care less / no sorrow no pity for them / just destruction / again and again and again etc
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at last a warning
07:34
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who wants charity? / who wants genocide? / you've paid your money / you decide / one way pipes / shit in shit out / walking asylums / without a doubt / I mean look at the vultures / all standing in line / waiting on the weakest to drop / just biding their time / ominous carniverous / suicide tv / miasma machismo / breaking bread over me / I get it / I get that you want to be seen / bring your wreckage onto the screen / does this define you? / are you anodyne? / but it's all fucked when it comes to show time
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sickness Blyth, UK
New venture.
Solo project.
All songs, all instruments, all lyrics, all vocals, all art - all by Sickness
(Nick Carter) formerly of Sanction This.
My first album - me getting stuff off my chest, some of which I've carried a long long time.
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