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Conflict
03:22
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I twist and turn right outta my skin
Trying to get right under yours
Cut me up slowly and I’ll be just fine
So busy running I ran outta time
I Sit and watch it burn
The roads dead straight I take a turn and no one seems to be concerned
About the black hole ahead
I’ll never find home again
I smash the glass right into my palm
I hammer nails right into my skull
I feel much better now that I feel some pain
Too busy dying oh what a shame
Shame
Sit and watch me burn
The roads dead straight I take a turn
And no one seems to be concerned
That everything is conflict
No we’ll never find home again
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2. |
Bong Son Bomber
02:38
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It was a good old night but them lights don’t shine as bright when I’m without you
My head recalibrates when I taste your sweet taste so let me light up off your buzz
Bong son bomber!
Need me a
Bong son bomber!
And I won’t be alive to not be by your side so don’t ya dare and go leave mine
My head recalibrates when I taste your sweet taste so let me light up of your buzz
Bong son bomber!
Need me a
Bong son bomber baby
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3. |
Better Way
03:47
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Listens to no one but himself
Not a bad way to stay down
So walk away he ain’t proud of what he’s become
And he would lay among the stars until he sung
So what’s the use in tryin when I can’t seem to figure it out
And there’s no use denying that the noose seems a better way out
He suffers but he doesn’t gain no ground
Nothing you could do to ease his frown
And he won’t care what you think of what he done
Cause he would lay up in the clouds until he sung
So what’s the use in tryin when I can’t seem to figure it out
There’s no use denying that the noose seems a better way out
So what’s the use in tryin when I can’t seem to figure you out
There’s no use denying that the noose seems a better way
Somethin on his head
Cannot seem to rest
Something on his head
Choking off his breath
He’s lookin for a better way
Looking for a better way
Looking for a better way
Looking for a better way
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Cut Throat
03:47
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It don't mean much
for you to breath in
When your lungs are dead and there's no air
And it gets so dark
That i can see clear
That there's no way out but to give in
Without mind they'll find a way to cutthroats and make you lose
And if you try and grow they'll go and hollow out your stems
Cause it don't matter what your feeling that day
Best get movin if you want those green bills
The day goes on if your there or not
I dont feel much
When I breathe in
Cause they beat my brains with their cold prayers
Know that deals done now
Can't you see clear
That there's no way out but to give in
Without mind they'll find a way to cutthroats and make you lose
And if you try and grow they'll go and hollow out your stems
Cause it don't matter what your feeling that day
Best get movin if you want those green bills
The day goes on if your there or not
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5. |
I'm Gone
02:27
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She got me so high
Then she done got me so low
Said put a grenade in my pocket baby
Then sit on by and watch me detonate it
Head goes through the roof
Trying to get through to you
And i'm bouncing off the walls
Could i withdraw my withdrawals
Oh I was so fast
Now I'm feelin so slow
I don't know where I don't know why baby
I take a sip I come alive and then I'm gone
No I ain't dead but I ain't living babe
No I ain't dead but I ain't living babe
No I ain't dead but I ain't living babe
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6. |
Search And Destroy
03:35
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I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb
I am the world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys
Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby, detonate for me
Look out honey 'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Solar radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a firefight
Honey, gotta strike me blind
Somebody's gotta save my soul
Baby, penetrate my mind
'Cause I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
And honey, I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin' only to destroy
Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Solar radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a fire fight
Honey, gotta strike me blind
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby, penetrate my mind
I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
And honey, I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
Forgotten boy, forgotten boy
Forgotten boy, said
Hey forgotten boy
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S.S.I.K. Kelowna, British Columbia
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