1. |
Whatever Happened
02:27
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No visitors come in
Afraid to even look
Six scotches and three gins
The order can't be filled
So take the calls downstairs
So much to remember
Neurotic bright lights in the living room
Bring out the ruffles and the lace
And when she snaps she's found her audience
To witness her family disgrace
No letters and no calls
So drag yourself downstairs
Pick up the neighbor's trash
A copied signature
She wasn't on that bus
Right back where we started
Neurotic bright lights in the living room
Bring out the ruffles and the lace
And when she snaps she's found her audience
To witness her family disgrace
So one final request
You bet I won't forget
She wasn't loved enough
I can't let you in now
You're right behind their backs
While she begins to sweat
You weren't ugly then
Neurotic bright lights in the living room
Bring out the ruffles and the lace
And when she snaps she's found her audience
To witness her family disgrace
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2. |
Still Killing Her
02:00
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I didn't need a gun, I used my hands
Face to face, I wasn't mad
It felt so real, I had control
And I felt so fucking whole
Bury her
Never found
Nobody has to find out
She couldn't move, she couldn't scream
Her face was purple, she stared at me
She didn't look too surprised
And I felt so fucking alive
Bury her
Never found
Nobody has to find out
(She was dead there in front of me
And I felt so fucking alive!)
Bury her
Never found
Nobody has to find out
Bury her
Never found
Nobody has to find out
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3. |
Withered, Tempting
01:54
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(Maybe he felt he wanted to incorporate her into his home,
And this was his way of bringing home his bride.
He brought her home as a corpse.)
Plunge the shovel into the earth
From the casket brush the dirt
Dead already, won't be hurt
Skin so withered, tempting
One quick look taken around
Drag her body from the ground
Dead already, makes no sound
Skin so withered, tempting
Now she's home, time to begin
Lay her down, admire the skin
Dead already, go on in
Skin so withered, tempting
Plunge the knife into her chest
Separate the fat from flesh
Dead already, now caress
Skin so withered, tempting
Plunge the shovel into the earth
From the casket brush the dirt
Dead already, won't be hurt
Skin so withered, tempting
One quick look taken around
Drag her body from the ground
Dead already, makes no sound
Skin so withered, tempting
Now she's home, time to begin
Lay her down, admire the skin
Dead already, go on in
Skin so withered, tempting
Plunge the knife into her chest
Separate the fat from flesh
Dead already, now caress
Skin so withered, tempting
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4. |
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Nobody fucks with Mary
She's no vanilla bitch
Doll arm appendage exchange
Nipple removal, tongue split
She paints her face for retribution
Her craft perfected through revenge
She isn't granting absolution
And you can't repent
Because she sewed your mouth shut
They're all afraid of Mary
She'll catch you in the bathroom stall
She'll be your judge and jury
She paints her face for retribution
Her craft perfected through revenge
This is her path to restitution
She'll stitch herself up in the end
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5. |
Plug It Up
03:04
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(It turns out that the early reports were wrong.
All wrong.
Now for that group out there that had such a hard time getting home,
Sorry bout that.
I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song.)
The sin will die when the cold blood flows
Can't spare her life when your own implodes
Naive in desolation
Blood steams with degredation
Wrong tag to your frustration
Let your tension grow
Shatter their own cremation
Their punishing formation
Your excommunication
Let them lurk below
The silence falls when your tension grows
Can't shut them out when they lurk below
The sin will die when the cold blood flows
Can't spare her life when your own implodes
Prohpetic accusations
Spewing indoctrination
What hellish condemnation
Let the cold blood flow
Sick with anticipation
Release your confrontation
Savior's assassination
Let yourself implode
The silence falls when your tension grows
Can't shut them out when they lurk below
The sin will die when the cold blood flows
Can't spare her life when your own implodes
(Your own implodes, your own implodes
Your own implodes, your own implodes)
The silence falls when your tension grows
Can't shut them out when they lurk below
The sin will die when the cold blood flows
Can't spare her life when your own implodes
(Your own implodes, your own implodes
Your own implodes, your own implodes)
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