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Quit Burning Witches!
03:13
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Hermitess herbalists minding their own business
Stalked by swine blighted by fright.
Puritanical hysteria burying the area!
Blinded by pie in the sky!
Quit burning witches! Put down your horrid stones!
Quit burning witches! Leave their guts alone!
Quit burning witches or we'll cut your rope!
Quit burning witches! Leave their guts alone!
Jettison the parasites syphoning the pros of life!
Stain of disdain eating the brain.
Banish and bind the troglodytes pouring gas on the pyre light!
You'll rue the day you played with witchbane!
Quit burning witches! Put down your horrid stones!
Quit burning witches! Leave their guts alone!
Quit burning witches or we'll cut your rope!
Quit burning witches! Leave their guts alone!
Noosable crucibles back in fashion!
Embellishment zealotry faction traction.
Let's hex the vexing mess! Build a faction!
Let's curse the worms and cut out their mad tongues!
Quit burning witches! Put down your horrid stones!
Quit burning witches! Leave their guts alone!
Quit burning witches or we'll cut your rope!
Quit burning witches! Leave their guts alone!
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CRATERS
03:20
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Kicking up looney moon dust, crestfallen again.
Stricken with sickenin' mistrust. Head wound on the mend.
Moonstrosities on a meteoric rise!
Aftershock oddities stompin' in stride!
Let's leave craters wherever we go, cuz this powder keg's about to blow!
We'll pummel the planet wherever we roam, the Fool Moon adding glow to the show!
Craters! Craters! Pockmarks we can see later! (UH-OH!)
Let's leave holes all over the globe and take this world by the throat!
You're such a sweet she-beast! I feel the heat of your teeth.
We're being the least discreet! Very tongue-in-cheek!
Let's get secluded and eat each other alive!
Two zooted mutants exhumed from the other side!
Let's leave craters wherever we go, cuz this powder keg's about to blow!
We'll pummel the planet wherever we roam, the Fool Moon adding glow to the show!
Craters! Craters! Pockmarks we can see later! (UH-OH!)
Let's leave holes all over the globe and take this world by the throat!
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Glass Garden
04:41
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Rows of roses drowned in a brazen display of clay.
Floating but downward bound, they drifted away.
A delicate balance was found, but tipped and toppled the same day.
Astounded by the fountain ground turning waves into graves.
We are all falling apart!
Shards in the garden!
Buckshot popping in the dark!
At a moving target!
O, a dark harvest is abound! We're living on decay.
Glistening gums bleeding out before hellacious bellyache.
Upchucking what cuts us up! A raining spray of razorblades!
Here come the mountainous clouds to further lacerate!
We are all falling apart!
Shards in the garden!
Buckshot popping in the dark!
At a moving target!
The poor-sellin' porcelain, whom can't afford to be decent!
We descend when we spend lives like dimes and pretend
We can never end!
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Mutter Teresa
01:47
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Mother Teresa, don't give me that look again!
Mother Teresa!
Mother Teresa, human suffering was your cult!
Mother Teresa!
Mother Teresa, sinking your teeth into the poor!
Mother Teresa, don't give me that look again!
Mother Teresa, YOU'RE A CON ARTIST AND A FRAUD!
Mother Teresa!
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Fever Sweats
05:18
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All you gotta do is glide through the night to inspire me to perspire.
Mercury boiling, I'm on an incline!
Your body heat is a sign of fire!
Drippin' with salt, you slip and you slide!
Get me drunk off what you got inside.
Tricklin' ghosts from the tip of the wire.
Feelin' the clench of the mighty lion.
Wet with mess in bed together again.
Sweat raisin' the temp of the boudoir air.
My wick is flickering, our silhouettes dance.
You took a chance, now I'm trapped in a trance.
Face-to-face, lacing embrace,
Fingers entwined and gripping tight!
You got me covered!
You got me covered!
You got me covered in fever sweats!
The Pheromone Zone has a life of its own!
The tone of your moan makes me grow and throw the clones.
The balloon you choke on is overblown.
You grab the controls, but you use cheat codes.
A gesturing gesture, I worship your throne!
A rocky road melts all over the cone.
Draw in the drawbridge to get over the moat
Handing me skull in exchange for some bones.
You got me covered!
You got me covered!
You got me covered in fever sweats!
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THE LYCAN BITE Columbus, Ohio
Werewolves of Columbus!
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