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Hitlerman
02:02
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Hey wait I forgot to ask your name and genre
I hope it isn't too late I just wanted to be your
hero
don't make the pedal dent the floor wait up wait up put me on a spindle and play me like a
record put a needle to my back to see if there's a groove
You'll tell me tales of how bad you
felt at times don't give me names, give me their numbers i'll fuck'em up and while you're here
I'll be so sweet and so unpersuasive and
And when sweat washes the make-up off
I'll see the other
side of your robe get your whip i'm ready for bites and kisses on a sandy shore it's all that
drama you hid you wore you're cute on the outskirts of you, the whore spin me round and round
until the g-force gets me weathered, please be dressed in leather it's easier to clean I know
you're not like that but here you are right by my side we didn.t eve drink last night so what am
I to think oh my god won't you just sing some shit
I need a tune to waste my time to
every
pussy's for every dick I know sad stories but not kung-fu
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Lipkiss
03:20
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Loud and fucking clear I've explained every fucking thing I wanted to, though to you it looks too
boring so why did you ignore my resurrection Is it beacause pulling my strings hurts you nut not me
i've set them too tight perfection's not worth getting hurt for you're standing in this air mincing
my repairs lady into the battlefloor your fists are ready so what are you waiting for your spirit
is swallowing lives but they keep on coming back for more to distress my intentions pure and... you
wan definitions - you don't need them all this arose of hate and boredom coffe breaks and matured
spirits late sunday nights and explicit lyrics six am wakeness and bloody itches cloudy symbols and
fifteen stitches - what the hell did you do what did you do to me what
will be the next thing on this emtpy list maybe I am lucky that you never won at this maybe
your eyes got sore from watching
all these blimps so sit back and relax while my guitar gently weeps maybe you're more sensitive
right here above your hips maybe it's that little spot just right above your lips the winds just
had a feast and your skin became so crisp there's blood dripping from the lips should I steal her
while she sleeps get it over with, I don't want nothing go away I don't feel like feeling like
sticking onto all that you do, people in mud suffocate like I and as follows from rules of
tomorrows don't distres me and my intentions pure and...
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Pass|sword
02:00
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We said we'll be okay but that was a lie cause we're not allight
we are all but well we used up our health we're an open book that is a crossword
and our password is just password, we are brighter than the northern lights
we are not assigned a gender or a type and we're not really okay with words like
Kind of, almost, virtually, overly,
how can things be kind of alike, virtually tested,
overly safe and almost cheap
what's a technical regulation
what kind of a mash up are we caught in
selling wives and fucking up weddings
just cause you buy that shit
and the silence that our throats emit
doesn't mean that you should get used to it
we have voices and we recognize each other by tones
we can clone our fingertips and then sell clones
the inevitable is what we want to postpone
by collecting signatures and pictures
We said we'll be okay but that was a lie cause we don't feel that right
we are all but well we used up our health we're an open book that is a crossword
and our password is just password
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Redieal
03:43
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to kill a woman is to kill the future to pull a cord is to free the butcher we spend our
lives slowly feeding pushers what makes us kill is what makes us rush here's the hourglass we're
bottled in with grains of sand beating everything in i know you're like that I'm like that too we
want our words to be more true to build a wall is to make it last to let the rain in is to wash out
the past so here's the hourglass we're bottled in with grains of sand beating everything in to kill
a man is to kill ther present all else has failed and we're here for backup you can kill us too
we're just killing time untill we do things right
to kill a woman is to kill the future to pull a cord is to free the butcher in you
until we do things right, our way.
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The Belch Moscow, Russia
We are THE BELCH
GabdaG - vocal
Sekach - guitar
Alexander - guitar
Anton - bass
Serg - drums
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