How the fuck can you... HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA; plain yogurt, plain yogurt, for scrotum skin compresses. Besides peeing in the sink, I pee in my mouth every morning; urine therapy wasn't exactly my choice. The side effect of the libation is the tendency to wash my hair in the toilet, flushing. Be sure to get your vitamins, acquire them, prepare yourselves, obey the poisoning. If I go out, the best thing that happens is that a vase falls on my head and I die. What kind of childhood did you have? How many times were you "vaccinated"? AAAAAAAAAAAAA*
When I wake up, I never remember my dreams, I never dream, or do the cynical and cowardly aliens steal those too? If I go to the sea, I naturally drown! And if not, there's always that "shark" ready. And of course, I roll over in the car if I go on a day trip. It's the fault of the wildflowers that got mad when I pointed out they smell like a cemetery. You must understand that we're the type who, if we're dying of thirst in the desert and there are two of us, we open our wrists and drink each other's blood, imagine when hunger arrives! AAAAAAAAAAA•
Do you wash your face in vomit every morning? Try, try it, and you'll see that some lousy picky psychic vampire will get off your back. What the fuck should I tell you, do you think we make music? Come to our barber, come, come. Do you really like what we play? AAAAAAAAAAAA™
We're surrounded, we're surrounded. You know what I'm talking about, right? Then go get screwed with those stories of marginalization, of maladjustment you pin on us, think about health. We're fine like this. We're living 'a tale, our tale, besides riding the wave, we're on the vein. You need to give a part of your anatomy with no return to understand: cherries, what beautiful cherries, OH! what beautiful cherries! There's that fucking gut of meat with an eye that spies on me, isn't there? AAAAAAAAAAAA®.
It's not self-destruction that's our martyrdom but your closeness!!! Fucking "normal" people, consider our existence, this persisting in believing in free will is mind-blowing. You're curious about the trip, right? Make yourself comfortable... Bleeding is our daily yearning, after all, "love rhymes with heart." Do you always have a hammer at hand? You know, for those ticks of parasitic astral entities that think in our place, as soon as one relaxes a bit and appears, bang, a hammer blow. AAAAAAAAAAAAA.
We bust their balls with our music, we track them down, we unearth them, we uproot them, we crush them, overflowing with anal fisting for their broken asses, we give back a bit of the pain begrudgingly endured by our dilated sphincter, we express the prolapse of the banging we've suffered to this day unbeknownst to us. "There's someone who decides everything I do, and it's not me": now the gravy train is over, in the mirror, our anus throbs in place of the Cardio when we decide, we're really in shape. It's time for everyone to experience the whistling diarrhea instead of a shower, the post-vomit squirt wheeze to serve as an alarm for the assembly of falsities. There's no going or returning here, a nice gift, don't you think? AAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
It's a LOVE screamed at an impersonal pride that has busted the way to screw the continuous bullshit surrounding us, endorsed with tacit approval by that fake-ism of being "citizens," which drops the balls of those who want to mind their own business... With its soul level at ground floor, here's the wonderful democratic society immersed in lies, all in the hands of the low astral. And then it happens that someone does something others don't, and it’s over for our reproductive tanks: what do you do? why do you do it? how come? and why like this? and why don't you do it like that? and why don't I do it instead of you? The less we consider, the more they tear our nerves apart. We've acquired the patience of saints, we thank and bless with foul invective strikes wherever I hit... AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Very current in this period of carnivalesque paroxysm, they invite us to put the mask in front of the asshole, since it is now mathematical that humanity has its brain near its ass. They diversify disgust to avoid having rational, coherent, modern, punctual, magnificent, lousy humanity shit on their cock by taking the second pigeon in discouraging proselytism and epigones by not giving a shit about the "goodness" of the masters who think of our well-being: "I’m coming too, no you're not," automatically, with a built-in "fuck off" liberating everyone, Bombolo teaches.
They preempt the ultimate frequency to cauterize the enslavement of the family tree that drags us into feeding invisible realities around us that do not belong to us. But this is the game, this is the gym that passes through these paradisaical sounds (yes, thank God) because the deception also passes in believing that dumbfound peace reigns in Paradise. Not a chance, up there they play "foosball" with an eternal tendency to tilt it, and in this bloody cherubic air instead of "no smoking" we read "mandatory spitting": the Archangels are blessed heads of assholes who mock as much as they want.
And the cynical musical performance of the Californians stems from the cosmic hoboism of the "initiated" and with a noise corkscrew uncorks the sophist diarrhea of the surroundings and escorts into the sewer the sight of uncovered vanities of pseudo-alternative positions, offering the other hip of a genuinely hairy and stinky upper-floor ass: I know you "mask"... Come on, let’s get out of the sun and make room for the young!
And finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally: AAAAAAAAAA SHE'S A SEX BOMB MY BABY, YEAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Ever (02:59)
Ever live a life that's real
Full of zest, but no appeal
Ever want to cry so much
You want to die
Ever feel that you've been had
Had so much that you turn mad
Ever been depressed that
(to) those you turn to, you bring distress
Ever sit in tormenting silence
That turns so loud, you start to scream
Ever take control of a dream
And play all the parts and set all the scenes
Ever do nothing and gain nothing from it
Ever feel stupid and then know that you really are
Ever think you're smart and then find out you aren't
Ever play the fool and then find out that you're worse
Ever look at a flower and hate it
Ever see a couple kissing and get sickened by it
Ever wish the human race didn't exist
And then realize you're one too
Well, have you ... ever .. I have
So What
03 Shed No Tears (04:27)
Shed no tears for the martyr dying
Only in pain suffering and death
Can the martyr become what he's chosen to be
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss
Shed no tears for the cop bleeding
He once held the gun. He once held the key
Now his prisoners will sing and dance and play
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss
Shed no tears for the nun beaten
By the children she once called her flock
How they hate their teachers. Who force darkness upon us
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss
Shed no tears for the suicide
He has made his choice, the pain of life is great
And some will find it sweet to rot beneath the earth
As we rot and live and breathe
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss
04 (I Saw You) Shine (08:33)
Turn away, turn away from the wall
Turn away, turn away from the wall
Face me now, Face me now
Show me, show me all your tears
Your pain, your pain makes me burn
It's my shame
It's my shame we both hurt
We both hurt
I've got to strip this flesh from my bones
I've got to hammer this wall with my hands
With my hands
And I saw you
I saw you shine
I was holding you
I saw your face. I saw our face as you heard my words
my words
And you left me. You left me to hold yourself
And I've got to strip this flesh from my bones
I've got to hammer this wall with my hands
with my hands
The lights have all gone out
The lights have all gone out
But I saw you
I saw you shine
06 Life (04:47)
I too have sung Death's praise
But I'm not going to sing that song anymore
Yes, I've figured out what living is all about
It's life! life!
Life is the only thing worth living for
Yes life! life!
Life is the only thing worth...
Life! life!
(I know it has it's ups and downs)
08 Living For The Depression (01:26)
We're living for life to be the way we feel
Not living for life, but the Death appeal
Who wants a cancerous boring end
when you can die from misery and following the trend?
I say "Who cares anyway? Who listens to what I say?"
This song rhymes and we play it in time
And if you wanna live in Super Market Isles
And take your vacation by flying for miles
Take a day off and live in the lies
While others work and capitalize
I say "Who cares anyway? Who listens to what I say?"
This song rhymes and we play it in time
We're living like cockroaches in this place
Sprayed with insecticide that leaves no trace
And if we could crawl on you at night
You could be sure we'd love to bite
I say "Who cares anyway? Who listens to what I say?"
This song rhymes and we play it in time
I'm not living life to be
A really cheap fucker like you
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