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Destroy
02:40
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You think you’re so damn wise
I see through the disguise
I can’t stand all these lies
And all the circling flies
While you turn blind eyes
And you ruin our lives
Do you listen to those that you subjugate?
Or just the colors that you implicate?
And all the bullshit tales that you cultivate?
Or dismissing voices that you suffocate?
We’ll win the war, and come back for more
Reclaim our lives from those who would destroy
We’ve seen through the mask
Empire burned and crashed
We’ll make sure you’re the last
Your time of glory has passed
Do you listen to those you subjugate?
Or just the colors that you implicate?
And all the bullshit tales that you cultivate?
Or dismissing voices that you suffocate?
We’ll win the war, and come back for more
And reclaim our lives from those who would destroy
We won’t give in to hate
We won’t give in to hate
We won’t give in to hate
We won’t give in to hate
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2. |
The Badlander
05:10
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Who’s that covering the road with shame?
In and out the bleeding sky, the twilight of terrestrials
Behold! A mirror flecked with body heat
Makes a drain on your resources and the weakness is dispersed
In my eyes there was a figment of the badland
And it spun electric failure like a map of my contempt
And my dreams were drowned by visions of the badland
Burn the myths bereaved in churches you will never know
Run the races on the needles of democracy
The finish line, you’ll never find peace
Bleed the badlands into madlands into fantasy
You’ll stick it in and never find release
Beckoning to meet the badlander
A name-dissolving, systematic saint
And you’re never going to beat the badlander
Contempt for all the wisdom of restraint
What’s that collecting at the door for debt?
Up and down demolished stairs the mist of your involvement
Look up! A ceiling stained with paraffin
Drips betrayal on your candles
flaming nihilist dispersed
By the window was an etching of the badland
And it made reverse impressions like a mask of my dissent
And my cuts were opened nightly by the badland
Scar cathedral walls by furnace
You will never know
Run the races on the needles of democracy
The finish line, you’ll never find peace
Bleed the badlands into madlands into fantasy
You’ll stick it in and never find release
Beckoning to meet the badlander
A name-dissolving, systematic saint
And you’re never going to beat the badlander
Contempt for all the wisdom of restraint
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3. |
The Capsule Answer
03:53
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Why can’t you control your body?
Why can’t you just sit still? Just behave
!Why can’t you take this capsule answer to make you normal?
Don’t you wanna be normal?
C’mon, you wanna be like everyone else, don’t you?
Good Germans, Good Germans make good Russians
And Good Russians make good press
Why can’t you control your body?
Why can’t you just sit still - just behave!
Why can’t you forget about it?
Why can’t you get over being weak?
I have this capsule answer
No sleeping, and no more need to speak
Prisoner 456…step out
Lemme show you what it’s gonna be about!
Why can’t you control your body?
Why can’t you just sit still - just behave!
Good neighbors make very good fences
Or do good fences make very, very good neighbors?
Are you a good neighbor?
Like a good neighbor...
Like a good neighbor...
You good German, are you a Good German?
Here! Take the capsule answer
Just sit still! Just behave!
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4. |
A Blue Girl
05:28
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I knew a girl (I knew a blue girl once upon a time)
I knew a girl (I knew a blue girl, she was never mine)
I knew a girl (I knew a blue girl once upon a time)
I knew a girl (I knew a blue girl, she was never mine)
I’d say that you have pretty eyes, but no one wants those pretty lies
If they twist enough they might be true, those things that I would do to you
I knew a girl, I knew a girl (X2)
I knew a girl, she was blue
‘Cause life took what she got from you
Put cyanide upon my lips
Lay strychnine in between her hips
I said, “Honey, honey…please don’t go
Your life has been so hard, I know
Just stay right here and drown with me
‘Cause you’ll never find the strength to leave
Lying here I’m having fun
Just tell me I’m the only one
‘Cause I get so emotional
About the things I can’t control
I knew a girl, I knew a girl (X2)
I knew a girl, she was blue
‘Cause life took what she got from you
Put cyanide upon my lips
Lay strychnine in between her hips
I said, “Honey, honey…please don’t go
Your life has been so hard, I know
Just stay right here and drown with me
‘Cause you’ll never find the strength to leave
I knew a girl, she was blue
The kind that I’m addicted to
So I bought her strings and ceiling wax
Some pills to help her head relax
I said, “Honey, honey…make me smile.Use me for a little while.Just stay right here and drown with me"
‘Cause I’ll never find the strength to leave
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5. |
Dysfunction Masturbation
03:19
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Dull this aching brain, it tried so hard, graffiti me, with battle scars
Some may say, “your life’s a bust”, that’s ridiculous, no they don’t know us
Addiction is my plague, it’s clear as day, wrong turns, my way
Some might say, “your life’s a bust”, that’s ridiculous, no, they don’t know us
Here’s my story…
A list of broken dreams, head full of silent screams
I’ve made my own religion, and I don’t worship me
Truth is stupid kills, but it ain’t killing me
Dysfunction Masturbation Dysfunction Masturbation
Sickened from the sane, it’s such a bore, high life, low whore
Some may say, “your life is black”, that’s ridiculous, ‘cause it’s right on track
Same old story…
A list of broken dreams, head full of silent screams
I’ve made my own religion, and I don’t worship me
Truth is stupid kills, but it ain’t killing me
Dysfunction Masturbation is my reality
Just like a king inside a cage, hell bent and full of rage
If stupid kills as stupid does… your story line is so fucked up
A list of broken dreams, head full of silent screams
I’ve made my own religion, and I don’t worship me
Truth is stupid kills, but it ain’t killing me
Dysfunction Masturbation is my reality.
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6. |
Vile
03:09
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7. |
Dead Weight
03:40
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I can hear ‘em but nobody cares
Cries of redemption and screams of despair
Right there (Please help me)
I can’t remember someone I trust
I can’t remember exactly who I was
Before the fall
Before it all
Once the dark set in I knew where I had been
Maybe this time I’ll get it right
Look you in the eyes and tell you no lies
Hold you up just to drag you down
Cut the weight and watch you drown
Watch you drown
You got to cut it
You got to cut it
Dead weight
Dead weight
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Water was running children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares shrine?
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Oh, oh your city lies in dust, my friend
We found you hiding we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands
But, oh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Oh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Your city lies in dust
Water was running children were running
We found you hiding we found you lying
Water was running children were running
We found you hiding we found you lying
Your city lies in dust, my friend
Oh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Hot and burning in your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your molten bodies blanket of cinders
Caught in the throes
Oh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Oh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Your city lies in dust, my friend
Oh your city lies in dust, my friend
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The Joy Thieves Chicago, Illinois
The Joy Thieves is an ever-expanding industrial/punk/hard rock collective that includes current, former, and touring members of bands such as Ministry, Stabbing Westward, The Rollins Band, Killing Joke, Pigface, RevCo, PIG, David Bowie, Machines of Loving Grace, Depeche Mode, Nine Inch Nails, KMFDM, Naked Raygun, Foetus, My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult, Pegboy, Nitzer Ebb, Die Krupps, and more. ... more
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