1. |
Pink Twilight
01:25
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2. |
Down My Spine
01:57
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I don’t know about you
But my amygdala’s working
All I’m waiting for now
Is some stimuli
Something goes wrong
The chemosignal’s sent out
Won’t be too long
The chemosignal’s sent out
Gee this situation
Has my alarm bells ringing
Learning by avoidance
But it’s too late now to run
Warning signals, muscle twitches
Increased heart-rate, all of which is
Reenforcing my responses
I can’t take it!
Utter terror coursing through me
The oppressor, nerves unruly
Begins forming fear, I’m conscious
Because I can feel it as it’s
Running down my spine
Now I know I’m certain
That my flesh will be hurting
All I’m thinking of now
Is what have I done
Something goes wrong
The chemosignal’s sent out
Won’t be too long
The chemosignal’s sent out
Flash of life before me
Away I have been wasting
Caught up in my labors
Just to be destroyed by them
Warning signals, muscle twitches
Increased heart-rate, all of which is
Reenforcing my responses
I can’t take it
Utter terror coursing through me
The oppressor, nerves unruly
Begins forming fear, I’m conscious
Because I can feel it as it’s
Running down my spine
The manifestation of my indifference
A creature that should not be
Shifting towards my position
Wants to take my life from me
Flight, fight
Freeze, fright
Faint, what
Do I do?
Flight, fight
Freeze, fright
Faint, what
Do I do?
An abomination of my creation
My body I deify
Exploding from fear, oh beast
Spare me I don’t want to die!
Crash, smash
Gore, gash
Warm blood
Spilling out!
Crash, smash
Gore, gash
Warm blood
Spilling, I can feel it as it’s
Running down my spine!
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3. |
Kill the Monster
02:55
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"Go!"
"Go!"
"Kill!"
"Kill it!"
Demon-like shrieks
Heads will roll tonight
Damned if you do
So keep your mouth shut or you’ll be next
Why can’t they accept me
Accept me
Why can’t they abide and accept me
For what I am
Behold the raging mob
With pitchfork, torch and scythe
They see I’m not like them
Now I’m running for my life
Well I tried to be, I tried to be
But I couldn’t fake it
Upon my heals, the end is near
I hear them shout, “Kill the monster!"
"Go!"
"Kill!"
"Kill it!"
Rip, stab and slash
Fresh blood coats the earth
If I keep still
Perhaps I’ll live to die another day
Why can’t I be different
Think different
Why is mankind controlled by fear
Driven actions
Behold the raging mob
With pitchfork, torch and scythe
They see I’m not like them.
Now I’m running for my life.
Well I tried to be, I tried to be
But I couldn’t fake it
Upon my heals, the end is near,
I hear them shout, “Kill the monster!"
"Go!"
"Kill!"
"Kill it!"
“Quick before the thing advances
We must take zero chances
If we don’t understand it
Destroy it!
Trembling down the path of least resistance
Just as we’ve done for most of our existence
We know not what we do
We’re frightened just like you
Ready or not, blind and dumb
Here... we... come!”
Behold the raging mob
With pitchfork, torch and scythe
They see I’m not like them
Now I’m running for my life
Well I tried to be, I tried to be
But I couldn’t fake it
Upon my heals, the end is near
I hear them shout: “Kill the monster!"
"Go!"
"Kill!"
"Kill it!"
"Kill the monster!"
"Kill the monster!"
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4. |
I Like to Leave Marks
04:47
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I can tell in one look
You’re the type who likes it rough
Well I'm sort of into
All kinds of weird stuff
If you like a little pain
When you're making love
Well then honey I'm the one
That you've been dreamin' of
I like to leave marks
While we're alone in the dark
Ghastly reminders
Of our time in the dark
I want to make you scream
I want to hear you gasp
I’ll make you believe
With the marks that I leave
Two little red dots
In the side of your neck
Clawing my nails
Up and down your back
Squeezing your thighs
'Til they're black and blue
Gazing deep into your eyes
As I share myself with you
I like to leave marks
While we're alone in the dark
Ghastly reminders
Of our time in the dark
I want to make you scream
I want to hear you gasp
I’ll make you believe
With the marks that I leave
You’re gonna turn
You’re gonna turn
It won’t be long
Before you turn
You’re gonna turn
And then you’ll learn
That I’ll be gone
Two little red dots
In the side of your neck
Clawing my nails
Up and down your back
Squeezing your thighs
'Til they're black and blue
Gazing deep into your eyes
As I share myself with you
I like to leave marks
While we're alone in the dark
Ghastly reminders
Of our time in the dark
I want to make you scream
I want to hear you gasp
I’ll make you believe
With the marks that I leave
I like to leave marks
I like to leave marks
When we’re alone in the dark
Let me leave some marks
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5. |
Point Pleasant 1966
02:01
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Driving through the TNT
With baby in the night
It was such a lovely evening
I did not expect a fright
It flew on down
The new thing in town
Scared me outta my wits
And my girl out of her pants
It was a bird
Creature
Something
In Point Pleasant 1966
It always appears
Before disaster so they tell
Beating wings, Glowing eyes
Seen when Silver Bridge fell
The only ado
I saw it prior to
Was on the terrible day
It swept my baby away
That man-sized bird
Creature
Something
In Point Pleasant 1966
Well, who knows where it came from?
Extra-terrestrial or experiment? You pick.
Girls sure like them tall.
And even more with a large... wingspan!
Red eyes! Intrigue! Danger!
If I’m honest
Can I blame her
Mothman
Mothman
That girlfriend stealing
Mothman
Mothman
Mothman
That good-for-nothing-girlfriend-stealing
Mothman
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