1. |
Carnivores
02:48
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Laying face down in grief
In sirens
Harpoon of lies
Face down in grief
Laying like a puzzle
Like a puzzle
Harlequin of flies
Happy accidents await
Laying in a blur
Night puzzle night
Harpoon of lies
Face down grief laying
Like a puzzle
Like a puzzle
Future in boxes
Not even half closed
My eyes are your eyes
Not even half close
Laying face down in grief
Face the grief laying
Distance pulls back
In sirens
In night
Laying like a puzzle
Like a puzzle
Future in boxes
Not even half closed
My eyes are your eyes
Not even half close
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2. |
Human Rubble
01:34
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We build walls
From human rubble
Put your drug hat on
Keep talking to yourself
We build walls
From human rubble
Put your drug socks on
Keep talking to yourself
When we loose our nerves
We are lips out of sync
Jaws out of mouth
To feed the walls
We build walls
From human rubble
Put yuor drug hat on
Keep talking to yourself
We build walls
From human rubble
For human bubbles
Put your drug socks on
Chewing gum in space
When we loose our nerves
We are lips out of sync
Jaws out of mouth
To feed the walls
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3. |
Billionaire
03:27
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You can call yourself what you want
Do what you can
But you're still just a barking billionaire
Everyone wins and you benefit
Do what you must
In the gardens of indifferent universe
Of the past
Sticks and stones
Sucking placebo
Billionaire waste
Of the past
Sucking placebo
Billionaire waste
You can call yourself what you want
Do what you can
But you're still just a barking billionaire
Everyone wins and you benefit
Do what you must
In the gardens of indifferent universe
Buyers market of a sociopath
Of the past
Sticks and stones
Sucking placebo
Billionaire waste
Sticks and stones
Sucking placebo
Billionaire waste
Smoking words
Sucking placebo
Billionaire waste
Sticks and stones
Sucking placebo
Billionaire waste
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4. |
Mutiny
02:04
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It's a cliché in an overcoat
Bug powder in an eyedrop
It's a cliché in an overcoat
A mosaic of halos to sink into
It's a cliché in an overcoat
A reason to believe a lie
It's a cliché in an overcoat
A mosaic of holes to sink into
Mutiny
It's a custom made muscle
A reason to believe a lie
Bag inside a bag inside a bag
A mosaic of holes to sink into
A rubbish heap to believe a lie
A reason to sink into
Two billion in a bucket
A rubbish heap of blisters
All glitter or else all fails
Mutiny
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5. |
Punks For Profit
01:42
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6. |
Lab Grown
01:53
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The future's lab grown
Want it or not
Quality's cultivated
Billion in a waiting line
The future's lab grown
The hand that feeds in a lab coat
And it's better that you think
The future's a piggy back ride
And it comes too slow
The future's lab grown
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7. |
Snuff Them Out
02:53
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Money down the
Drain to nothing
When the smoke screen clears
Nothing to learn or gain
Oldest trick out
Of the last page
Crippled and muted
Snuff them out
Eaten up by nothing
Limbs in the wrong place
Palace of nothing
Eaten up
Long trail to nothing
Long trail of suffering
Half of us eaten up
Before half way
Getting closer
Running out of time
Long trail of nothing
How to stop worrying
Old...out of control
A circle of waste
Cutest picture in a frame
Consciousness in halfway
Gone to a better place
Plucked birds
Last goal in
A cheese press
Snuff them out
Wrong note
Slowly devolving
Less and less contact
Opposites disgust
Make up your mind
Grab the wrong end and
Boneless toes
Blurred limits
Snuff them out
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8. |
Two Stomachs
02:58
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Double ache in my guts
Rotten eggs smashed
Four walls six blankets
I'm transplanted
With sick droplets
Clean sheets warm shower awaits
The ache of two stomachs
Pills and needles
The fear of two stomachs
Born again born again
The gut of mine the gut of mine
Sawn again sawn again
The gut of mine the gut of mine
We're pills and needless
What we eat smashed
Four walls three curtains
A weary sleep sleepless hours
Clean sheets warm shower awaits
The ache of two stomachs
Pills and needles
The fear of two stomachs
Born again born again
The gut of mine the gut of mine
Sawn again sawn again
The gut of mine the gut of mine
Double ache in my guts
Rotten eggs smashed
Four walls six blankets
I'm transplanted
With sick droplets
We're pills and needless
What we eat smashed
Four walls three curtains
A weary sleep
Sleepless hours
Born again born again
The gut of mine the gut of mine
Sawn again sawn again
The gut of mine the gut of mine
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9. |
Last Laugh
03:07
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The queue sizzles in the sun
A limb infarction of a nation
Wait the ink to dry
To save the ruins
The ruins of our future
Who's got the last laugh on the warzone
The ruins freeze in black snow
Limb infarction of your future
Wait the future to dry up
To save the ruins for the last laugh
Who's got the last laugh on the warzone
Wait the future to dry up
To save the ruins for the last laugh
Wait the future to dry up
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10. |
Parody
02:34
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This parrot had a name
Lost and found god
Changing coats confused
We are the parody of you
Flying carpet train wreck
Wrong things in safe hands
This parrot hade a face
Of a bully bull bull
Bleached cross
On a stage uphill
This parrot had a name
Lost and found god
Changing coats confused
We are the parody of you
Flying carpet train wreck
Wrong things in safe hands
The name of this parrot
Shouted shout sanity
Bleached cross
On a stage uphill
Did we all just bleed dry?
Bleached cross on a stage uphill
This parrot had a name
Lost and found god
Changing coats confused
We are the parody of you
Flying carpet train wreck
Wrong things in safe hands
Lost and foud god
A bully bull gulp
Bleached cross
On a stage uphill
Did we all just bleed dry?
Bleached cross on a stage uphill
Bleached cross on a stage uphill
The smell fresh fries
Did we all just bleed dry?
Bleached cross
On a stage uphill
The smell fresh fries
Did we all just bleed dry?
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11. |
Options
01:35
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Frozen to recite
How much was the meat
Who's the impostor
I wouldn't even fit in
To the grinder we're in
Bend and peel the joke
How big are the beets
Where the brokers fry
Where the eagles fly
To the grinder we're in
Options
Where's the real options
Options
Dead dog's wolf cloth
Bend and peel the joke
How big are the beets
Where the brokers fry
Where the eagles fly
To the grinder we're in
A circus fat side up
Where you bend and peel the lie
One rainbow in
One rainbow out
From the grinder we're in
Options
Where's the real options
Options
Dead dog's wolf cloth
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12. |
City Dust
01:48
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We're city dust
Plastic out of mad hat
An all human panel
Capital punishment
We're closing in
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13. |
All Guards Down
02:46
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Who's the next fool
Without a clue
Spotless collar
Blank stare on a frozen mind
What are we here for
One two three for you
Talking to you with myself
Let the white flood in
Let the white noise in
Who's the next fool
Without a clue
Spotless collar
Blank stare on a frozen mind
What are we here for
One two three for you
Talking to you with myself
Let the white flood in
Let the white noise in
I'm not in control
All guards down
Let the white noise in
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No Humans Helsinki, Finland
7.4. Terassi Pub Yläkerta, Tampere
24.5. Playhouse, Helsinki
Miina - drums & vocals
Ville - bass & vocals
Vellu - vocals & guitar
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