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DOOMSDAY
04:23
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You have your life your pathetic little life
Don’t you enjoy what they have given you?
Don’t complain better wash these chain or you’ll feel the pain
Oh yes It’s true, hurry up fast must prepare your mask, the show’s coming sooner than you think, what you’re saying what you’re praying?
That the end is coming soon, so you better start to choose
But you sold your soul now you know
Do you really want to know where you're going sir?
Down in the ground where you must return
Now let’s go! It’s getting cold, I’m being sold I’m must decide
Will I say no and take the blow or this will be one hell of a ride
They’ll mark your hand cause they’re your friend
Don’t you really trust who’s in charge?
What I’m going to do when they come at you and me to see who’s blind
But I love all my possession and I’m scared of the evil eye
So I sold my sold, now I know
Do you really want to tell me where I’m going sir?
Down In the ground where I must return
Day by day everything goes by, down in the streets everybody go blind
But we don’t care so garb a snare go down the stairs and you won’t believe your eyes
What’s the matter? Me? What’s the matter? You?
Must enter stage and choose our path
The light is here, you don't have to wait
Just step aside It’s pretty mad
And we’re all, all invited to witness the hand of doom
And we sold our sold, now we know
Do we really want to know we where we’re going sir?
Down in the ground where we must return
You’re already dead, you're in hell
You’ve been lie to all your life
Don’t answer the phone don’t talk to anyone
Prepare yourself prepare yourself
Cause this is doomsday!
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BLUE CAR
03:48
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I hate this world
Isn’t this new?
I needed a dream
But I found you
Little blue car
I want to see you red
And if you’re nice
We’ll wake the dead
Tell me little blue car are you ready to go
Driving down the highway to really show
That death is our friend and we’re ready to die
So I press on the mushroom, baby cause we’re going for a
Ride
Into hell
Joy Joy ride
With my new friend
Blue car
Who get’s who
That we’ll never know
Please kill me first
There I don’t want to go
Reality is next
A nightmare to my eye
The price is set
Let’s crash our minds
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NOTHING
02:33
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One thing straight,
Messing up your day
Two things said
Messing up your head
One thing, You want it!
This thing, You want it!
My thing, You want it
Your thing!
Must behave to get what you crave
It ain't so bad because we're all sad
One thing, You want it!
This thing, You want it!
My thing, You want it
Your thing!
You want something
But you'll realize
You'll get nothing
Make up your mind
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FLY
02:33
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Down in the desert where the angels fry
A mighty beast is sleeping, but he will wake on time
To search and destroy all there is to find
And when he will get to me, I'll just say
Can you really fly?
Darkened angel can't you see
All I really want is to get out of here
This dimension sucks, I'm stuck in this hell
I heard you've got wings baby,
Can we really bail?
Oh!!!
Why oh why don't you want me around?
I would have made you smile man couldn't make you frown
Now it's kind of late, there is no time for reconsideration
I'm sorry your going to lose this game
But I'm going to chop your fucking wings off
Now fly!
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THE KILLER WAVES
05:29
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I feel nothing at all
I want to murder you all
This night will be remembered as Québec Rock City's
Finest panic attack
Your life will be unexplained
Your path will be clear again
Perhaps you’ll learn that nothing really matters
In this game anyway
The sky will bleed
You will see
When the Earth starts crying
You better behave
For the Killer Waves
Cause they are coming in
You might cry, but I won’t mind
You can pray and that’s OK
You must be wise and climb to the highest mountain or building you can find
Swim, swim little frog take a deep breath and hit the wall
Your time is up, the answer is the weather is God and you, you’re just a toy
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