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i'm an alien
i don't know where i'm from but it ain't here
everything is really weird
and i don't know just how long i can go on faking it
i'm an alien
i don't have a role in this charade
all the protocols are vague
from what i can tell
all is right and well
if you take it
just take it
on the kisser
this world will eat your liver
this world will break your brain
this world will drain your soul
so . . . .
i should have been born a tree
i wanna sway to the breath of the earth
to grow and decay
and be of worth
i'm an alien
something about this world ain't sitting right
there's a hierarchy to life
humans on their throne of sacred flesh and bone
they forsake it
but they're mistaken
i'm an alien
i don't know who i am
but it ain't this
this masquerade is ludicrous
and i don't know just how long i can go on
faking it
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Darling Kali
03:39
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one foot upon her lover's corpse
one foot submerged in a pool of blood
but not her lover's blood
in the blood of a severed head
the head she holds in a bangled hand
around her neck a garland made of other severed heads
her outstretched tongue blood red
oh kali darling
you've been away too long
you've been away so long
mankind is ripe for your sword of deliverance.
one hand it holds a scimitar
one hand it holds an overflowing bowl of human blood
of all human blood
one hand it holds a hangman's noose
her naked breasts and loins produce the fruits of love
and destruction
oh kali darling
you've been away too long
you've been away so long
mankind is ripe for your sword of deliverance.
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Gore On The Roadside
05:52
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we are all alone in the cosmos
we are ergs and ohms
we are stardust
we are suicide
we're myopic beasts with disposable lives and catastrophic greed.
what can i do? i can't do anything
it's all exercise in futility
sisyphus rolling a boulder up this hill
i'm sick of this
who do i have to kill?
the rich eat the poor
still we divide
we are all the gore on the roadside
we squabble, we fight over trifling things
our struggle is blind
we oblige the kings
but what can i do? i can't do anything
it's all exercise in futility
sisyphus rolling a boulder up this hill
i'm sick of this
who do i have to kill?
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iyijupt Portland, Oregon
mike torretta:
drums, synths
greg wrotniak:
guitar, vocals
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