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60 Volts
03:10
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I'm the end of the line
I'm the last of my kind
I'm the only one to make it out alive
Now that I've come home
I've never felt so alone
As when I walk among the perfect
And the healthy
And the whole
This is what you made of me-- I'm outta control
This is what became of me-- 60 volts
This is what you changed in me-- I've got no soul
This is what remains of me-- 60 volts, oh
I'm a tragedy
I'm a rage machine
I'm your changeling child
I'm your bad dream
Now that I've come here
You're facing what you fear
If you don't want my pain
Then you better stand
CLEAR
This is what you made of me-- I'm outta control
This is what became of me-- 60 volts
This is what you changed in me-- I've got no soul
This is what remains of me-- 60 volts
Yeah this is what you made of me
I'm out of control
I'm a menace to society
60 volts
Full of hate and animosity
I've got no soul
So thanks for all the memories...
60 volts
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Opiate
04:53
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I... now I know what I want
I'm... gonna ride...
Ride this bubble til it bursts
But first...
I wanna do it til I die
I wanna do it til I die
I wanna do it til I die
I... now I know what I need
I... gotta bleed
I need the lighter and the knife
I wanna fuck up my life
I wanna do it til I die
I wanna do it til I die
I WANNA DO IT TIL I DIE
Skin
Oh it can be so thin
Skin
Oh it lets everything in
And I
If I could only say when
Oh I would do it all again
I wanna do it til I die
I wanna do it til I die
I WANNA DO IT TIL I DIE
When
I take a look at my face
Oh I...
I'm just a waste of space
And I...
I wanna be erased
And gone without a trace
Oh I...
Wish I was nothing at all
Yes I am nothing at all
I wanna do it til I die
I wanna do it til I die
I WANNA DO IT TIL I DIE
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Here Comes The Man
03:01
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here comes The Man
with the world in his hand
and nothing in his heart but the receipt
he hears what he likes
and speaks in crisp sound bites
and soon I'll be lying at his feet
there's nothing in his eyes
but the fact that we all die
and the strong drink the blood of the weak
twelve hours more
i'm lying on the floor
the cold rushes down to entomb me
as i start to die
he's somewhere nearby
a vulture waiting to consume me
picked to the bone
and left all alone
my love was just enough to doom me
here comes the dead
his eyes are like lead
he tore out my heart
that his hunger might be fed
a monster in disguise
a mouth full of lies
the salt in my wounds as they bled
but here comes the boy
who was not destroyed
my grave will not be in his bed
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The Haunting
05:01
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My body's not a temple, it's a House of Leaves
A cosmic aberration, my unique disease
An uncanny valley full of skeletal trees
The epicenter of your unease
And the scars and the seams
And the stories that they tell
And the blood as it streams
And the secrets in my cells
It's a labyrinth, it's a catacomb
It's a mausoleum of moss-eaten stone
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!
There's nowhere to run, but so much to fear
When every door opens to the unknown
But this is my haven, and I dwell here alone
My body is the prison that contains the beast
A sinister cathedral with a black-robed priest
This ground is unhallowed and the structure condemned
The old house is haunted and has always been
And the creaking of the stairs
And the rotting of the wood
And the strange face in the mirror
And the faucet dripping blood
Oh can you hear the scream that echoes through your head?
I may be unquiet but I'm not yet dead
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!
There's nowhere to run, but so much to fear
When every door opens to the unknown
But this is my haven, and I dwell here alone
My body will remember what I try to forget
The ticking in my head, and my fingers on the frets
The weight of his body, and the smell of his breath
The passing of the years, the approach of death
And the grinding of my teeth
And the clenching of my jaw
And the tension in my shoulders
And my wrists rubbed raw
And the aching of my heart
And the ever-present strain
And the twisting of my gut
And the instincts born of pain
My body is a circle in a cyclical hell
My body is a shrine wherein all demons dwell
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!
There's nowhere to run, but so much to fear
When every door opens to the unknown
But this is my haven, and I dwell here alone
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Astrid
03:23
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The Truants San Francisco, California
The Truants are:
Guitar: Khalil Sullivan
Drums: Estaybahn
Bass & vocals: Johnny
Truant
Rock n roll should be cathartic and subversive-- and that's the way we play it. We flirt with genres promiscuously and refuse to commit to a category. Our music comes with a healthy dose of queerness and a side of androgyny.
This is post-traumatic post-punk.
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