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Rise Of The City
03:06
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All the orphans sleep in the gutters. Black eyed women scurry the streets all night. Mourning shadows gaze into the wake.. of a wave of traffic surging towards them. A steel cold bank heist gone awry. From atop of buildings people attempt to fly. A nymphomaniac is spreading his blight and Cardboard Pots play like they're alive. Empty Cathedrals standing in line. Burning bridges leave your past behind. Weeping waters are drowning out the eyes, of a boy who lost his dog tonight. Lovers floating throughout the foggy heights.. Dollar soldiers take another life. Creeping Monsters are Glowing bright. Sculptures of stature overlook the night.. there's no where to hide under The City Lights.. under The City Sky.. Watch The City Rise...
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Have you ever heard about The Cardboard Pots? You can not cook or store anything in them.. So they decided to pursue music instead.. And went across the world in search of their purpose. Have you ever heard about The Cardboard Pots? Its not easy being a cardboard pot. They were cast out ever where they shopped. People would stop to deposit them in the dumpster. They were kind and let bums sleep on them, on their travels to find their zen. Have you ever heard about The Cardboard Pots..? But then one day they found some drum sticks on a lawn. Not the Colonel chicken kind.. They used these drum sticks and played their hearts out. Then they knew what life was all about. Have you ever heard about The Cardboard Pots...? And then, The Cardboard Pots found their way to Matthile and Wojcik City.. To The City...
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I found this girl on the street. She was beaten and bruised badly, but this is old news sadly. So I took what was mine. It is apart of this flawed design. She was so ravaged that she came quietly. Not one bittersweet peep. I've had better unfortunately. Now this one was a treat. I smiled at her and treated her kindly. Everyone was looking at us blindly. I escorted her to a dark room. She played music with her organs. A melancholy symphony of doom. Her passion glued her to the wall. The best trophy of them all. But I was not satisfied. I always go out one more time. Its all apart of this flawed design. I always take whats mine. For the finale of the night I extinguished an innocent of her light. She howled with a banshee's might that soothed my appetite. She became a product of my blight... soothed my appetite. A new product of my blight. But I am never satisfied.. I always go out one more time.. Its apart of this flawed design.. I always take whats mine...
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Rolling face around the world. Stay up late you are her slave. Thrust the bones to make her shake. Smell the pussy of Mary Jane. Roll the victory that fools forsake. Ride the horse across the land. Pumping through my veins. Popping brain to fall asleep. Wake up sweating need a drink. Whoobangers get you really high, really Really fucking high. Standing on chairs and shake a lot. Dip your head into the pool. Crystal palace and your throne. Roll to find the Indians. While your there have another drink. Drunk until you cannot sleep. And For the end we all must take a bow. The jackals laugh and The Beatles cry, the clocks turn back and the lights are alive. Falling through space your fires are god; to which we all can embrace and love. A legion of ants under one big tree, but all of us are still unique. Transcend and never go back. All you wanna transcend and transcend and transcend and never go back...
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I Remember You
02:52
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I remember you smiling and happy. All those times that we played ball. Your tail was wagging like there's no tomorrow, as your coat glistened under the sun. You would greet me when I came home.You'd sleep in in my bed at night when ever I was sad or depressed. You'd be there by my side, we did every thing together. You and I went for walks through woods. We'd go swimming and chase after squirrels. We were inseparable you and I. Why oh why did you have to die. I still remember that horrible night, I never left your side. You laid with me in my bed. You knew it was time to die and so did I. I held you close. We were eye to eye. You licked me on the face. I kissed you on the forehead. And I cried my goodbye...
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Walking On Glass
04:48
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I spend my days walking on glass, and picking the shards out of my feet. Stepping on glass and breaking it into the ground. Its the only thing I like to do everyday. Glass.. that's best. I spend my days walking on glass. Its the only thing that I like to do. Walking on glass, we're walking on glass.
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Under The Sky
06:36
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Lay with me side by side. We'll watch the clouds underneath the sky. What do you see as your past flashes by in the clouds underneath the sky. Do you see heaven or do you see hell, while the clouds collide underneath the sky? You have nothing to fear. I'll be here. Sleep with me now, under the reflection of the oceans in our minds. Sleep with me now, under the reflection of the sea.
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The War Machine
06:03
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Its about time for a change. The old way is measured in lies and fame. We will unveil and degrade. We hold the Ace. So come all, the time is now. Don't be scared I'll show you how. In numbers and spirits our force will strangle the gloaters until they boast no more. Laid to waste. We'll march with the clothes on our back. Gather your arms its time to attack. No one can stop us we are The War Machine. Come all the time is now. To give it all its all we have. With the clothes on our backs and arms in our hands. No one can stop us now. No one stands a chance. No one can stop us now..
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Lost Track Of Time
03:18
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Waking in the morning, listening to the rain falling, every time it hits the ground I blink my eyes. Trying to get out of bed, but I cant quite move for fear of what this day might bring. All the worlds problems and my lack of money, I just cant seem to get a job in this town. Losing my marbles tripping up the steps I just cant shake this things that are clouding my mind. Waiting for the sun to burn right through the clouds, a scorching spotlight to brighten up my life. Laying through morning and all through the evening I haven't ate anything in a while. Wasted my Tuesday, shit or was it Friday, I don't know I've lost track of time..
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Steel Arms
05:33
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The sky glistened off of the tin shards. It pulls me into flames. I scratch and tear my self out of the remains. Skin mangled and maimed. Sirens call from the distance.. Sirens sing with the wind. My eyes and ears pour out red streaks and her heart has deceased. I cling to steel arms in disarray. Sirens call from the distance. Sirens sing with the wind.. Walking across the concrete glass. The smell of oil fumes. The fire racing towards me encircling around my feet. Sirens call from the distance.. Sirens sing with the wind. What went wrong? May I ask you? How did I deserve this? Pulling her out was the hardest thing. Seeing the white of her eyes and the black and tattered skin. Attempting to save her soul from decaying alone. As I wait for my life to be over, for my life to end. What went wrong may I ask of you..? How did I deserve This?
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Matthile And Wojcik City
09:11
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Got nowhere to go? Got nothing to do? Just get in your car and drive over here. Follow route 666 until you reach exit 0. When you get off follow the north star until you reach a road with a big sign. That sign.. it says.. turn the fuck around. Follow that road until you reach the dead tree. Park your car and walk to the dead tree, there is a hidden tunnel underneath. And This tunnel leads to Matthile and Wojcik City. You Gotta lose your mind in Matthile And Wojcik City. This is a place where you cannot escape, but at the same time you are safe. There are no limits or boundaries. You can do whatever you please. Party everyday or sleep. You don't need to get a job, but don't forget that sign back there. It says turn the fuck around from Matthile and Wojcik City. Your gonna lose your mind in Matthile and Wojcik City.. In Matthile and Wojcik City there is no Heaven or hell... There is no Heaven.. There is no Hell... Not in Matthile And Wojcik City at least....
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Natures
12:12
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No one can hide the natures inside.. Everyone loves to turn the blind eye, and never wonder why their thoughts are all lies and their tears have run dry while they suffocate. Instead of harmony they ramble off their arms in an auction, hoping for peace and wishing for release from everyone who bought and sold them. Their worth nothing. No one can hide the natures inside. When your best friend dies.. And you can not decide whether or not to go with them.. All you hear is thunder while your heart gives out a quake while your legs shake and stand no more. No one can hide the natures inside. All you ever have is the feeling deep inside while your still alive. A memory of those you hold dear. Renditions of times in your mind that allow you to live and prosper.. And thrive.. And thrive.. You are left with the words and the thoughts from their heads that have taught you the ways of the world. Now stand here alone with no regrets because they will always be with you in spirit, mind, body.. You will survive.. For you can not escape the natures inside...
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The City Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
The City is the place inside your mind. Populated by your past times. Memory and observation create the foundation of The City skyline.
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