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The Creeper
08:38
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Shut your holes tight.
Keep your home safe at night.
Lock you windows, lock your doors, close your mind
The cold seeps through whatever cracks it can find
Chilled to the bone in your mobile home
Fill the seems with your hopes and your dreams
Better chock your wheels tight so you won't roll when the wolf comes to blow your house down.
Oh, that creep!
Drown the size-queen in her king sized bed
Unplug the phone, close the lights, close the blinds
The beast creeps through whatever cracks he can find
He's watching us
He's following us
He's stalking us
He's poisoning us
He's following us
He's stalking us
He's watching us
He's choking us
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Shitty Drugs
03:54
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blah, blah, blah.
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Night Soil
03:19
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We've made it far too easy for the trees
They are clouding our minds
They're clouding our minds
They just keep clouding our minds
It's how they fight
It's how they fight by clouding our minds
They just keep clouding our minds
And now it's far too easy for the trees to keep clouding our minds
This might sting
Oooo, this will leave a bruise
And now it's far too easy for the trees to keep clouding our minds
They're clouding our minds
They'll just keep clouding our minds
That's how they fight by clouding our minds
They just keep clouding out minds
And we must inoculate our minds from the trees
You might feel a pinch
Oooo, this will leave a bruise
You won't feel a thing
It's just uncomfortably smooth
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All Mirrors are Mean
02:58
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Stare into the void
Stare into the abyss
You won't see nothing, there isn't nothing
There isn't nothing to see
Jeremy Coleman's a creep
Vandalized all the fruit
Peeled all the stickers off
Pulled all the stickers off
He peeled the stickers off
Stare back at the void
Back into the abyss
There still ain't nothing, there isn't nothing
You won't find nothing to see
Poured Coca-Cola on the mirrors so everything would look sweet
It ate the finish off
It ate the finish off and now there's nothing to see
Fall into the void
Deep into the abyss
You won't find nothing, there isn't nothing
You won't find nothing to see
Lay back and enjoy
Luxuriate in bliss
It’s good to pamper yourself
You need to pamper yourself
You're worth it
Submit to the void
Deep into the abyss
There isn't nothing, you won't find nothing
There's nothing in there
All mirrors are mean
Some are downright rude
They're staring back at me
They're staring back at me
Show'em something
All mirrors are mean
Some are downright rude
They're staring back at me
They're staring back at me
Show'em some love
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Angel Eyes & Bat Wings
02:35
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I'll ask you my riddles, baby
Tell me your lies
We both know you're Hell in disguise
Now you look so peaceful lying there asleep
Dreaming of all those lost souls that are still left to reap
Eviscerated by the witch!
She cut me down to size
She had angel eyes and bat wings
Eviscerated by the witch!
She left me vaporized
She had angel eyes and bat wings
If I don't ask you no questions, babe
You can't tell me no lies
But my days are numbered from that look in your eyes
Now you look so frightening standing over me
That knife won't go any further, babe
And there's nothing left to bleed
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The Cold Seeps Vancouver, British Columbia
Nothing is real.
Enjoy, or don't.
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