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Fodder
03:39
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In a glass box with a body on top,
Four from the stocks, straight onto the block
Aloud stage voices and sideways glances,
Bleeding down the windows from such advances,
Humming and pulsing shaking and rushing,
Feed us the drips condensed in the cold,
Feed us those lips, and teach them to fold
Feed us your babies before they get old
In a glass box with a body on top,
Four from the stocks, straight onto the block
Staring out the window, wonder where you’re gone,
Watching all the cannon fodder, watch it get off,
Gonnaputthoseeyesoutgonnaputthoseeyesout…
Put them on top with the buckles and straps,
Bleed them down the windows all the way back,
Eyes forward. Do as you’re told.
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Splinters
02:50
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I’ve had an accident grow me some blood,
I wouldn’t ask you to if I didn’t know you could,
Spit the splinters and now they grow rife,
Don’t end up being a passenger in your own life,
In a stranger’s sense don’t say a thing,
We can keep bringing you nothing and making you sing,
Into empty rooms night after night,
Don’t end up being a passenger in your own life
Stick ‘em up and lick us up a taster,
Come on down and meet yourself a maker,
‘cause he misses you and we miss you too,
Bust the seals and have yourself a taster,
Come on down and meet yourself a maker,
Don’t you miss us too? You really ought to
Tell me the difference it’s devils you know,
Call them up if you want but I can bet they don’t show,
They’ve got better ways to spend their time,
Don’t come in spoken all choking and wasting all mine,
Old complaints about news you don’t know,
Live life in passive and I can bet you that it shows,
Where the splinters grow dead at the roots,
Trade in your life for a work/wedding/funeral suit – it’s so you!
Stick ‘em up and lick us up a taster,
Come on down and meet yourself a maker,
‘cause he misses you and we miss you too,
Bust the seals and have yourself a taster,
Come on down and meet yourself a maker,
Don’t you miss us too? You really ought to
And we know you do.
Round and round and round and round the queue will go,
And where it’s going to stop only hell will know,
Rank and single file and going nowhere fast,
When you finally reach the front you’re just sent right back
Where’s that soul?
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