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Calliope crashed on the highway
The ringmaster scouts out the wreck
The clowns of this Circus of malaise
You know damn well loose they’ve been let
And all the people wants is
Blood and circuses
For mindless entertainment
Blood and circuses
Blood and circuses for mindless entertainment
The big top went bottom up they say
Before the planet followed suit
Minds got re-kilned and cracked like clay
And now bloodshed is just so cute
Cos’ all the world wants is…
Blood and circuses
For mindless entertainment
Blood and circuses
Blood and circuses for mindless entertainment
The crowd roars like boars deprived of meat
They’ve come to see what they paid for
When we lose our humanity
Peace just seems like such a bore
Cos’ all the world wants is…
Blood and circuses
For mindless entertainment
Blood and circuses
A loveless earth this is, yeah
Blood and circuses for
Mindless entertainment
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Mr. Somnambulist, driving the ambulance
Picks us up at ten till midnight
Mr. Somnambulist, show us the magic trick
That makes everything all alright
Don’t try to make a stand
Or have a fit, cos’ you can’t.
And don’t try to wake me up.
Insecure sustenance
I don’t know who to trust – at all.
Mr. Somnambulist, driving the ambulance
Picks us up at ten till midnight
Mr. Somnambulist, show us the magic trick
That makes everything all alright
Don’t seek to satisfy,
You’ll bite your tongue when you try it
And don’t make me discipline you.
Emotions form the sieve
Through which I fall again – and laugh.
Shuffling through the city streets
Surrounded by all the kind of folks
You wanna meet
They’re just fine
We’ll double back through alleyways
We'll breach the smoke of the neon light state street
We’ll leave our mark in the night
Mr. Somnambulist, driving the ambulance
Picks us up at ten till midnight
Mr. Somnambulist, show us the magic trick
That makes everything all alright
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Charred and sundry items
Are falling in my pool
The boom I heard was louder
Cause you know it’s my fault too
Some might say it’s an act of god
I’m the hero on your side but not the law’s
I’ve got no soul to search
Black cloud hovers over
Like a fly you just can’t swat
To save him should I let her
Choke on what she’s bought?
Some might say it’s an act of god
I’m the hero on your side but not the law’s
I’ve got no soul to search
And now that we see face-to-eye
I should have put her on her side
The choice that I chose not to make
Would you still call that a mistake?
And all the friends I ever had
I left them for this superlab
Do business like a blowfish
Better Call Saul if you’re caught
I think you should tread lightly
I am the one who knocks
Some might say it’s an act of god
I’m the hero on your side but not the law’s
I’ve got no soul to search at all
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Smudge
For my blood I heard the needle screaming
Murder man indulge in lucid dreaming
Scrub yourself until you bleed and tell me what you really need
Fuck the times you said to me that happiness writes our own eulogy
(can't you see)
Smudge
For my blood I hear the foil screeching
I spent all my cash on death intravenus
Seven shades of blue went gray as it eats my arm away
Dammit man what did you say our thoughts are swirling down the drain
(Am I sane?)
Smudge
We've been at this for so very long
But how far have we all really come
The rush you get before you drop
We've been at this for so very long
But how far have we all really come
The rush you get before you drop
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Book of death bound in human flesh
Bring us to life
Sunset breaks, evil takes
You for a ride
Strange showers in dark bowers
Where lurking eyes stalk the insane
Strange showers in dark bowers
The evil dead remain
Wandering woods of no escape
Nowhere to hide
Unseen force spots every move you make
We'll make you die
Strange showers in dark bowers
Where lurking eyes stalk the insane
Strange showers in dark bowers
The evil dead remain
Yet the candle begs to burn
The front porch is silent
And the wind blows
Yet the candle begs to burn
The front porch is silent
And the wind blows
Yet the candle begs to burn
The backyard seems quiet
And the cellar door
Left in dead silence
Cabin with no lights turned on
The quest for blood is quiet
A splatterfest, I think you know what's wrong
Oh the incoming violence
Bowers and your happy face
See the flowers, bloody flowers
Locked inside your happy place
See the clock hands going backwards
Bowers and your bloody face
Rotting wood upon creaking staircase
Locked inside your happy place
Relief all injuries with duct tape
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Logic here just don’t make sense
Hat for ten shillings, six pence
It’s my unbirthday today (and I…)
Ain’t aiming to lose my head
Rather not paint roses red
Ain’t amen to holy shit
Insects exit from the slit
Down the rabbit hole
Up to the gate
Syphon out your soul cos’
Wonderland awaits
Through the looking glass enter
Meet the walrus and the carpenter
theres a mad tea party on it’s way (and I…)
Ain’t aiming to lose my head
Rather paint the roses red
Ain’t amen to holy shit
Sigils syphon up the spit
Down the rabbit hole
Up to the gate
Syphon out your soul cos’
Wonderland awaits
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Thou shall not waste away
when the dawn breaks to day
Thou shall not lose control
Forever damn your soul
The wind blows but makes no sound
Brown leaves falling all around
Use the garden as a tool
Leave the sowing to the fool
And the candle that flickers
Inside my mind
Keeps good time with the drive
That keeps me on
There's no way to pray face down
Soak the sin from all around
You could make something good
Man's felt blood driven deep into the wood
And the candle that flickers
Inside my mind
Keeps good time with the drive
That keeps me on
Thou shall not waste away
when the dawn breaks to day
Thou shall not lose control
Forever damn your soul
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