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SOUND OF WESTLANDS
02:16
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SOUND OF WESTLANDS
In the lanes with blue neon lights
We forget to live our lives
Dreams are melting under tired out sky
I better stay here, sit down and cry
Purple air circulates in the lungs
Even bugs minds them greater then gods
Smells of ozone, faeces and carbol soap
Sounds of westlands. Hey, you listen up!
Kim Carson’s face - he got lost in time
In spite of murders, there ain't no crime
Purple air circulates in the lungs
Even bugs minds them greater then gods
Smells of ozone, faeces and carbol soap
Sounds of westlands. Hey, you listen up
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WRECKAGE
03:00
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WRECKAGE
I dig the ground with my metal teeth
I just look out you are beneath
Your face is shining peace of glass
It’s our treasure, mind of us.
My hollow body keeps your soul
Your feelings under my control
Moving spinning and dancing and singing x7
on the wreckage of these world
There’s no escape, rebirth is coming
King killed the queen, oh yes, he done it
Now look around, if you have eyes,
In our world - strongest survives
My hollow body keeps your soul
Your feelings under my control
I'll just stay inside, and waiting while you destroy buildings of golden leaves
All faces around is your face and there ain’t no sky and earth, only pink haze is drowning me
All faces around is your face
All faces around
All faces around is your face
All faces
All these fucking damn ugly faces
All faces
All faces are drowning me
Down, down, down
Ahahhahahahahahhahahahhah dooooown down agahahahahah fuckin down
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