POP-IS-DEAD

2005/May/18

You are my instigator You are my aggravator
You are my space invader
Cautionary warning I propose
You are my complicator You are my instigator
You are my aggravator
Cautionary warning I propose to you

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I guess the boy took it one step over the line
Sold his soul to the dark unholy sign
Now, only time will tell
Will it take you down or will you pull through
It's like a voice from the burning fires of hell
Selling sin now you've fallen for the spell
And only time will tell
Will it take you down or will you pull through
It's calling out to you

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So now you're down
Have you lost yourself control
To the one you believed could save your soul
Now only time will tell
Will it take you down or will you pull through
Like a voice in the darkness of the night
Telling tales you've become what you despise
And only time will tell
Will it take you down or will you pull through

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Well I'm talking 'bout the isolation
complication aggravation voices inside my head
Something that you said well, I don't know
Something drove me to the act
But I just couldn't recollect
If it was 10 or was it 20 blows
The voice said once again but I don't know
It's a fundamental fact that no one knows
who's where or what they are at
At any time of day there's no one left to say

- So who's to know -

2005/May/09

I'm looking down by the streets end
Girl you've been lacking a pretense

So save your money for the weak you're gonna kill
Cause I got something that the company know how to feel

I'm looking down by the streets end
Girl you've been lacking a pretense

There can't be anything between
It's automatic over me
Shoot like an animal machine
Straight from the colors of her dream

I'm looking over the deep end
Time ain't a reason for defense

Fly from a tree to a sea bed
Mean while, you've been locked in a freezer

There can't be anything between
It's automatic over me
Shoot like an animal machine
Straight from the colors of her dream
Colors of her dream
Shoot like an animal machine
Straight from the colors of her dream
Colors of her dream
Colors of her dream
Colors of her dream
Colors of her dream

The vines [Animal Machine]

2005/Apr/08

See me comin to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holding onto the devil I know
All my troubles'll hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth off but look where you're aiming
Don't forget to pick up what you sow
Talking trash to the garbage around you

See me kickin the door with my boots
Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes and bones in the back of your room
Handing out a confection of venom
Heaven's drunk from the poison you use
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
Now I see it's a comfort to you
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight

I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter



Beck [E-Pro]