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There are no lyrics, but if there were it would be these words:
Civilization sterilised
Repressed depression
Depressed recession
A depiction of dereliction.
Sterilization civilised
Sycophantic romantics
Romance advanced
Rapacious capacity.
Capacious rapacity
Malicious decision
Delicious derision
Savour indifference.
Indifferent Saviour
We misbehave
For this He saves.
Smacktacular.
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Somnambulist
03:44
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There are no lyrics, but if there were it would be these words:
Closed eyes
Closed mind
A perfect time
Arise and walk
The ticking clock
Mindless crime.
Unconscious action
Warring faction
Blindly stumbling
Asleep and dreaming
Silent screaming
Falling, tumbling.
Jarred to life
Scarred for life
Unaware, feeling bare
Open and alone
World turned to stone
You stop and stare.
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There are no lyrics, but if there were it would be these words:
Pretty face
Senseless waste
Trust misplaced
Church disgraced.
Frenzied priest
Beggars’ feast
Thought police
Devious beast.
Sirens wail
Life in jail
Looking pale
Sorry tale.
Carrion, carrion
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters,
Me too.
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Glasgow Bastard
04:03
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There are no lyrics, but if there were it would be these words:
We need a saviour
We’ve got a fool
The true Audio Twat
Is this Audible Twat.
Never misunderestimate
His statutory rape
His statuary rape
As he fucks Liberty
In the name of Freedom.
Twat by nature
With a synonymous name
His depressing stature
Will help him attain
Hitler’s fame.
He’s the public enemy
Or the public enema
Keeping people sitting, shitting, scared
Thriving on fear,
This pubic enemy.
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Shitting Crikey
02:51
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ElectroHell
05:44
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8. |
Audiographic Twatnology
04:05
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There are no lyrics, but if there were it would be these words:
A Twatnalogical advance
Inspires you to dance
An audiographic convulsion
Telepathic repulsion.
Telepathetic,
Static, kinetic,
Connecting, controlling,
Mindfreeze, freefalling.
Itching your brain
With a Twattic static train
Of thought.
Vengeance unleashed
As Audiotic disease,
Sexing your head
And leaving it caught
Between heightened awareness,
Couldn’t-care-less-ness.
Dance like a twat
Rock like a cock
Do what you want
And never be stopped.
Believe it, atone,
Leave it alone.
Sick of sheep, sycophants.
Your mental expanse
Hit with an aural bat
Invoke a new dance;
Dance with AudioTwat.
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AudioTwat Glasgow, UK
Partly a state of mind, but mainly a bigger state than Texas.
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