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Invasion
03:43
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From now on, everything that's here
Everything will belong to me
I don't wait, I just fly in and conquer all you’re used to see
Who-o-o Who-o-o So, we don't start the brawl
Who-o-o Who-o-o I'm not gonna burn you all
Who-o-o Who-o-o We don't need to start the brawl
Who-o-o Who-o-o You keep killing your kind anyway, you all
It was heaven in all shades of green
Blue skies in your fantasies
During the lifecycle of you beings
You have dropped down the food chain
Who-o-o Who-o-o So, we don't start the brawl
Who-o-o Who-o-o I'm not gonna burn you all
Who-o-o Who-o-o We don't need to start the brawl
Who-o-o Who-o-o You keep killing your kind anyway, you all
Annihilation, terraformation, your planet’s predicted to die anyway
Scorched earth tactics is not my practice, I'm just gonna wait here
Who-o-o Who-o-o So, we don't start the brawl
Who-o-o Who-o-o I'm not gonna burn you all
Who-o-o Who-o-o We don't need to start the brawl
Who-o-o Who-o-o You keep killing your kind anyway, you all
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2. |
Vim And Vigor
02:32
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When the fear keeps calling and the shudder it’s causing
Is just knocking on your door
You can’t even imagine how glad I am
To see you crawling on the floor
Maybe I'm just a sick bastard, I don't care
Cause this course is really stoking me
I'll turn on the water and turn the spotify on
So let's throw away our modesty, oh yeah
Now you're gonna try try try
But I'm still frigging dry dry dry
Want you to make me spry
It ain’t no fucking lie
I’m full of vim and vigor as you die
You no longer cry cry cry
I look at you and oh my my
It makes me fucking high
There’s spring outside the window and the birds sing
The last ode to your death
I'll take a little beer break and we'll do
All the rest downstairs
Maybe I'm a sick motherfucker, yes I am
Cause these acts really rapture me
Let me cut off another sweet slice of your
Latissimus Dorsi
Now you're gonna try try try
But I'm still frigging dry dry dry
Want you to make me spry
It ain’t no fucking lie
I’m full of vim and vigor as you die
You no longer cry cry cry
I look at you and oh my my
It makes me fucking high
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Harbinger's Glow
04:06
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As we get together again
We suffer all this tension and strain
I am nervously pinching my pen
Our scientific advisory board
Makes a decision to sheath the sword
But those glowing eyes are out of control
Who-o Here comes neverending snow
Who-o Atoms fission no slow
Who-o The harbinger’s sinister glow
Who-o It’s gonna explode
As we become terrified again
Atoms are under strain who-o
Everything can no longer be the same
The exposure has its own claims
Oh this demon cannot be tamed
It's too late, we’re all gonna be slain
Who-o Oh it is not death to all
Who-o It’s a change of form
Who-o The harbinger’s sinister glow
Who-o And it’s gonna explode
The harbinger’s glow
Means no death to all
The harbinger’s glow
Means the bright future for all
It is not death to all
The bright future for all
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Chaneys Moscow, Russia
Punk rock band from Moscow inspired by horror.
Since 31/10/2017
lineup:
Gleb
Kasady: g/v
John Doe #27: b/bv
Myers: g
Dildo: d
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