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Sexodrome
03:13
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I try to find
My own secrets to have
I have nothing
On my mind I'd like to care
And all the blood
That we have spilled
I don't think
I don't think I'd like to care
You have made me
A bit afraid of myself
I have a hard time
Getting it out of my vains
But yes our love
And our passion
Is more than an excuse for this
Is more than an excuse for this
I love my sexodrome
Trust me trust me
'Cause I'm trying to refuse
One day, one day
I'll find the right wire to defuse
I must, I must
Cherish this abuse from you
I know I know, that every word you said
Has been true
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Surface of Time
03:43
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The waves that hits him
The water is over his knees
An empty beach behind
In the sea lonely and blind
Naked walking out of the sea
A life unable to rewind
For the first time free
For the first he is free
Down, down, down
Down under the surface of time
Drown, drown, drown
In the sea of dollar slime
Once you are under, you are under
Try and hold on to your last breath
The last words before your slumber
You are spoken but not heard
Heartless silence breaking the waves
No words left and no man to be saved
Once you under you are under
A lifeless body struck by the thunder
Down, down, down
Down under the surface of time
Drown, drown, drown
In the sea of dollar slime
Drown (4x)
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Grindhouse Emperor
03:38
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I am the grindhouse emperor sitting on my throne
I am a needle in a haystack, about to crack
Looking at myself through your negative eyes
I am a parasite, a king of light
With my crown of thornes, and my punished faith
Locked in your mind of impulsive hate
Separated from your self-absorbed nation
I made my way to a cosmic revelation
Only then I could open up my eyes
with my fist held up high, I gotta justify
I am a liar
I am a thief
I am the one who spread the disease
From love to hate to hope my soul has wandered
My optimistic mind left behind
As a mountain I crumbled to the sea
Like a forest vanished by machines
Trapped within a repetitive dream
With hatred I built a free regime
Only then I could open up my eyes
With my fist held up high, I gotta justify
I am a liar
I am a thief
I am the one who spread the disease
I am the grindhouse emperor baby,
welcome
welcome to my kingdom of hatred
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