| Tool – Third Eye Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| I'm coming down from an acid trip and this song perfectly embodies it. i feel that i pried open my third eye. everything is so much more beautiful than we perceive it to be. | |
| Polkadot Cadaver – Bring Me the Head of Andy Warhol Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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This is beginning to feel just like a competition I see you smiling at me and your front teeth are missing snapshots and flashbulbs ignite along the runway and you freeze like a pale mannequin I think you like what you see The plastic surgeons all whisper to each other and blush malevolence breeds contempt into a devious crush mortals threaten suicide until they forget your name 15 minutes of fame is now the name of the game Post-mortem penetration rigor mortis sets the scene maggots under the microscope all writhe and squirm in vaseline in a city full of rats all feeding on the narcisism I lit the match I lit the fire that burned your hollywood to the ground.....burn it all down I.V. drippin like cocaine down the back of your throat drama queen all dressed up with nowhere to go street walkin night stalkin cold-blooded killer there's a murderer in the rue morgue, a polkadot cadaver Bring me the head of andy warhol nitemares shapeshift into oblivion you have not even seen the last of me what do you want me to say? I wouldn't have it any other way one day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull Are you happy now you're finally the talk of the town searchlights in the sky your flame wont turn this blood into wine fashionistas deliver the deathblow, penetrate you like its your birthday, playtime for children in the graveyard, you have not even seen the last of me what do you want me to say? I wouldn't have it any other way one day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull Cold pale jesus, sodom and gomorah headless horseman death is at your doorstep death is at your doorstep the best rehabs are all in california junkies pushin up daisies in the garden.... can you dig it? I've come here to eat your heart out slit your throat and fuck your brains out keep your voice down or you'll wake the neighbors now we're starting to get somewhere If lsd was as popular as cocaine I wouldn't drive a delorean Cold pale jesus, sodom and gomorah headless horseman death is at your doorstep death is at your doorstep the best rehabs are all in california junkies pushin up daisies in the garden fashionistas deliver the deathblow, penetrate you like its your birthday, playtime for children in the graveyard, you have not even seen the last of me what do you want me to say? I wouldn't have it any other way one day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull |
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