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APOCALYPSE BLEW
02:48
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Hide Your Eyes
It Will Find
All Who Hide
In Good Time
None Survive
God's Demise
To No Surprise
The End is Nigh
Stimulation
Annihilation
A Generation
In Isolation
An Endless Grey
Minds Decay
A Terrible Fate
For The Human Race
You Can Fight Over Problems
That Aren't Even True
You Can Go Ahead And Spread Your Lies
In Everything You Do
You Can Make Your Picket Signs
But Make Sure When You Do
You Paint Em...
"Apocalypse Blew"
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CLOZAPINE
02:55
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You Can Only Be Yourself
If You Take The Pills
You Can Only Be Yourself
If You Eliminate Free Will
You Can Only Be Yourself
You Can't Be Nobody Else
I Took My Old Shells
And I Put Em In Myself
Its Been A Long Long Time
Since I've Seen The Sun
Its Been A Long Long Time
Since I've Had Any Fun
Its Been A Long Long Time
Since I've Heard From You
You Won't Be Prepared
For What's Coming Through
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GOODBYE OWEN
03:44
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Owen's Sleeping In Bed
I Could've Thought He Was Dead
Guess I'll Come Back Another Day
And Not Bother Him Instead
Owen's Been In The Red
He Doesn't Take His Meds
Put That Gun Upside His Head
And Took His Life Instead
Goodbye Owen
It's A Shame To See You Go
Goodbye Owen
The Things You'll Never Know
Owen Didn't Belong
Didn't Know Right From Wrong
I Know I'll See Him Alive Again
And I Hope We Can Get Along
I Don't Know What I Said
That Made Him So Upset
I Don't Know I'd Rather Suppose
That He's Not Cold And Dead
Goodbye Owen
It's A Shame To See You Go
Goodbye Owen
The Things You'll Never Know
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KING SLIME
06:10
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Lots Of Talk
But It Don't Mean
It Don't Mean
Not A Single Thing
Disconnected
From The Frequency
I'm Picking My Teeth
Up Off The Street
Weight Crushes
A Thousand Pounds
Just Enough
To Spin The World Round
Blood Soaked
Through The Sheets
Got A Pretty Little Axe
I Oughta Get Beneath
Code-Switcher, Head-Splitter
Gotta Hide To Be Myself
Code-Switcher, Head-Splitter
And I'm All Alone
Black Bags
And Lots Of Blood
You Know I Like It
Just For Fun
Oh No
I'm Ready To Go
Already Lost My Mind
A Lotta Years Ago
Disillusioned
From The Drip
Just Enough
To Make Me Sick
Already Rotting
Enough To See
There Just Ain't No
Getting Through To Me
Code-Switcher, Head-Splitter
Gotta Hide To Be Myself
Code-Switcher, Head-Splitter
And I'm All Alone
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BULLA Hot Springs, Arkansas
proto-rock blues based post-psychedelic doom metal mid-west emo garage kraut blackened depressive death folk punk duo from hot springs, AR
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- michael findley
- michael cranton
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