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JAGUAR
05:52
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Across the madhouse of nature, only one law holds trust.
The strong take what they can, the weak suffer what they must.
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Self Preservation
05:27
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Breathing doesn't need a contract
You can't appeal to your lungs
Water ate your childhood home but you couldn't hold a grudge for very long
The necessary is natural
and horribly vast
Love is a tree on a rock hanging over the side of a bottomless pit
There is no real self
We are iotas in a wave
Love is the hook on a line that forces us kicking and screaming in space
You don't need paper
You don't need gold
You don't need to control someone to prove that you have worth
You don't need joy but its a useful disease
You don't need to destroy yourself to prove your loyalty
Just let yourself move
Unscrew your head
Let go your legs in the perfect mistake of love its roiling waves
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Moss Park
05:57
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pain is the forge of joy pain is the forgeofjoy pain is the forge of joy pain is the forge of joy pain istheforge of joy painistheforege ofjoy pain is the forge of joy pain is the forge of joypainis theforge of joy pain is the forge of joy pain is the forge of joy
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She's a Futurist
09:12
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I'm sick of real I hate the facts
Don't ask me what I think I was just born here man
I can't believe how boring life is
Every new pleasure gets numb with the years I'm getting severe I wake up angry in tears
I don't want to understand
I just want to feel good forever
I just want to know how special I am
I can't sit here patiently waiting for death
When I did perceive a beautiful shape
A woman alone in the street
She threw a grenade said everyone listen to me
"I never sleep and I'll never die follow me
I'll cure your disease and make life
a permanent dream hear my voice a permanent dream hear my voice"
The girls a futurist!!!!
I signed up quick I sold my doubts
I threw everything that I owned in the Bloor Viaduct
We must escape the myth of the real
We worship only the world that awaits
Push through somnambulant days on instinct
And bury our fears in our enemies graves
mercy and shame are just systems to weaken your brain
Run all the taps in the museum
Rip the art from the walls and bleach every canvas clean
Our lady she waits
She smiles and waves
The fumes make her eyes glow with joy
"Let the paint mix with blood open your throats in the stream
and don't close your eyes you'll want to remember this night
It's the last days of earth the body will wither and die
but the dream will survive
We'll wither and die
but the dream will survive"
The girls a futurist!!!!
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