The Spooked
Who knows what's going on with me now? Not I.
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Aug. 29th, 2004 @ 8:40PM
BTW check out the little track at the bottom, it's there for a laugh
Here are the lyrics to the electronic songs I have posted
Oil In Water
Curl up, push the temperature higher
Make the room as lonesome as oil in water
No one's going to crash
Right Eyes
To all the crazy people
Who might look to eggs and seashells for their marks of life
Their necks might be more tense their hair might
Cover their right eyes
When the men say use some sense, reason doesn't represent
But a viewpoint that seems a sane one.
Taste the Bed
I'm not in any state of satisfaction
Cause my mouth is sensitive, but I'm killing that off with
I spit up cause I'm scared I'll never taste the bed again
A certain veil, of red and few
And when we find out what you did
I'm going to cut you through
Oh!
I'm so modest and you're so neutral
We can't play cause you're so radical
I can sell my body, it's become attractive
You are still just crazy, but it's better insane
(Computer gen)
To discontinue this painful affair
This love for shaking limbs and pain relievers
Uncomfortable positions make uncomfortable solutions
Enola Gay
Have we ever slept
Through a nuclear bomb
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