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Ashes
00:22
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You opened your eyes so that I could burn you to ashes.
And at that moment, I realized how big of a fuck-up I am.
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2. |
Chorus of Dogs
01:23
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BREE
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3. |
Tnrub %34
00:49
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*skit*
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4. |
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Shitstains on my dick.
Shitstains on my dick and on my lips and on my tits.
You jealous of these shitstains,
These shitstains on my dick.
Harry bush.
I fucked your mother,
She got a harry bush.
I fucked your mother,
With these shitstains on my fucking dick.
I fucked your mother,
I fucked your brother,
I fucked your sister and your doggy too.
Harry bush.
My mother'd be so proud of my,
Harry bush.
Harry tush.
This guitar riff sounds like shitstains,
On my mother fucking dick.
No time to write guitar,
No time to write some drums.
I got this bass,
On my fucking nugz.
Georgina Bush.
Georgette Bush.
Chorus should be here,
I'll beatbox instead.
Fuck this shit.
Fuckin' punk rock.
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5. |
The DMV
01:10
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I was at the DMV.
I slit my wrists and then I bleed.
I needed something sharp to slice.
My new I.D. Looked really nice.
I took that bitch and slit my wrists.
The DMV makes me fucking pissed.
I got the red shit inside of me,
All over my bad religion tee.
Now I'm fucking bleeding out,
The transit workers scream & shout,
& fling their shit all over the place ,
The eye test's a fucking disgrace,
To top it off, I have to pee,
Bleeding out at the DMV.
Crunchy nuggets of shit.
All aligned in a row.
When you murder children and are sent to hell,
The DMV's where you'll go.
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6. |
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OVER THE LINE
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7. |
Kansas City Shuffle
01:42
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8. |
Pee In Your Butt
00:15
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*skit*
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Your ambitions toward sodomy are nothing new,
But it's the way that you're acting THAT KEEPS YOUR BALLS BLUE
Loose butthole.
Let's dance Ben Affleck.
Turkey extraction, xylophone distraction.
Nippledick.
My uncle had a vagina.
No 50 year old man should be that happy to hug an 11 year old.
Gaynal.
Swedish butt piss.
I hope you die WITH A DICK IN YOUR MOUTH.
<ding>
SUPPER'S READY.
and then I FUCKED HER FUCKING GUTS.
(“is this the 8 minute version?” “Yeah.” “Oh no.”)
Blood douching.
Imitation Bacon.
FUCK YOUR METRONOME.
Dicks.
Woo
Anal beads.
What the fuck?
Lieutenant berry juice
I though Volvo's were German?
Groin torture.
I can't fight Tichy, he's a girl.
I'm going to save all my foodstamps up and BURN THIS TRAILER PARK DOWN
ASL?
I don't wanna not be gay.
I'm classy, I know how to swallow... BYLETH
TONE
MESHUGGAH (meshuggah)
(Fix it in post)
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10. |
Cultivating Phantasms
06:01
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Aspirations of progression mean nothing,
Without action.
Sit and pass the day.
Consciousness will decay into nothing.
The finished product ,
Will be scarred.
Enter the Phantom.
Spectre stoic.
Behind eyes.
Permission ungranted.
What was known ,
Is weaving the casket.
Break open,
The raincloud.
Line the silver,
With more black.
The canzo calls.
Abandon the safety,
Of preconceptions.
Abandon the box home.
Lying dead and in the ground,
What will safety mean but a waste of life?
What was cherished is weaving the casket.
The axe splits ,
Eardrums .
Fellating.
Incensed rejection.
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11. |
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FUCK THIS STATE AND EVERYONE IN IT
THIS PLACE IS
BARREN
no culture, no night life, and no tall buildings
we’d all jump off of them to just escape this forsaken plain
shit, nothing will even grow cause IT WON’T EVEN
RAIN HERE
because even the water knows this place sucks
and I’m afraid most people agree with it
but they kind of have to when the only thing to do here for fun is to
SHOOT UP
DRAIN-O
along with some other shit your third cousin bought
from walmart and cooked together
in an attempt to escape this place, if only for a short
MOMENT
Escapist fantasy?
Got that shit right
HERE
IS WHERE YOU
DIE
DRUG OVERDOSE
Open your veins
You have died
Welcome to limbo
The great divide
Wait for death
He's not here so
Have some corn
Enjoy an ear (yellow bull
shit)
The other night I had a dream.
I had a dream that I had settled down and started a family. A wife two kids.
Bought a house in suburbia. White picket fence, typical American Dream.
Then one day I met this man in line at the grocery store. I feel the cool steel of his 44 against my skull. He puts me in his van and we drive to my house.
I sit helpless as I watch him
BURN THAT FUCKER DOWN
THIS PLACE
IS BARREN
IT WON'T EVEN FUCKING RAIN HERE
BURN IT
FUCK YOUR HOME
FUCK YOUR HOME
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12. |
Times Square
02:24
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It's been a long time since I”ve walked these streets,
And now I walk them, I walk them alone.
It's been a long time since I've saw your face,
And now I just wanna be alone.
Because these paths that we walk,
These ambitions that drive us,
They rip us apart.
They rip us apart.
When we last met,
You wore your red dress.
Where our eyes met,
I was hell bent.
That little red dress.
This isn't a love song,
I'm sick and obssesed.
This isn't a love song,
You've fucked with my head.
Woah..
It's been a long time since I've seen this place,
And I can't say that I am impressed.
It's been a long time since I saw your best,
And I can't say that I am impressed.
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13. |
Stay The Course
06:39
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I'm just laying here,
Watching my world fall apart around me.
Watchin cars fall like raindrops,
Watchin tears race away from here.
And i think someone said it ,
Somebody said it.
They beat me to the punch,
I think some body already said it.
Better than i ever could have.
Im just laying here,
Tearing apart your fucking world.
Dissassembling the pieces,
Put them in my pocket,
Put them in your locket,
That chokes my fucking dreams.
This was meant to be,
This was meant to be.
This was meant,
To never ever be.
You are the last thing,
I'll remember to forget,
To forget to remember,
To remember to forget.
When i wake up.
Specifically,
I'm talkin' about you!
With the little mind,
You cant see the big picture.
How big did my dick look,
In the picture,
That I gave to,
Your best friend?
I think somebody beat me to the punch,
They beat me to a bloody punch.
Does she want another?
Does she want my number?
Will you give her my number?
Where was we?
We was under the covers, babe,
You better take cover,
Because I'm going to fucking come.
I'm about to cum,
Undone at the seems.
Everything is,
Just what it seams.
I wont delve into,
Specifics...
But specifically,
I'm shutting down.
When I wake up,
Specifically,
I'm talkin about you!
With the little mind,
You cant see the big picture.
How big did my dick look,
In the picture,
That I gave to,
Your best fucking friend?
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15. |
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Divert the flood.
Teach me how to die
push these thoughts from my spite,
this new sight is only
slight. Bury the truth
Teach these wounds to dig their own graves in my veins
Bury the truth.
I'll make lies before the light can shine
so bury the truth and sever all ties.
A dirge seems like a splurge.
A faithless being of incalculable worth.
Hope drags its feet across my face
and I forget the taste
of victory once more.
Wooden jackets around her protect her from the shit.
From the shit.
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16. |
Bletting The Medlars
04:14
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Clay, stop, move, break
Repeat, animation
Stop, break, mold, shape
Disfigure, create
Break, lust, stop, move
Structure, divination
Cookie cuttter
Box-knife
Inside the gaping wound
Eats whats
Left of you
Tight shutters
Dust breathe
Asbestos, obsessing on
Life itself
The flesh
*Pentagon sources confirm that Destro is a terrorist. His organization, Bruxsa, is responsible for countless acts of agression against the United States and our allies*
Halting the progress, Savor the rain.
Molded Crown
The king prince
Just for one day
He says
Killing just for sport
Disfigure, create
Break, lust, stop, move
Structure, divination
Cookie cuttter
Box-knife
Inside the gaping wound
Eats whats
Left of you
Ashes, obsessing on
Life itself
The flesh
Halting the progress, Savor the rain.
The prince king
Just for one day
He says
Killing just for sport
Clay, stop, move, break
Repeat, animation
Stop, break, mold, shape
Disfigure, create
Break, lust, stop, mold
Structure, divination
Cookie Cutter
Inside the gaping woundClay, stop, move, break
Repeat, animation
Stop, break, mold, shape
Disfigure, create
Break, lust, stop, move
Structure, divination
Cookie cuttter
Box-knife
Inside the gaping wound
Eats whats
Left of you
Tight shutters
Dust breathe
Asbestos, obsessing on
Life itself
The flesh
*Pentagon sources confirm that Destro is a terrorist. His organization, Bruxsa, is responsible for countless acts of agression against the United States and our allies*
Halting the progress, Savor the rain.
Molded Crown
The king prince
Just for one day
He says
Killing just for sport
Disfigure, create
Break, lust, stop, move
Structure, divination
Cookie cuttter
Box-knife
Inside the gaping wound
Eats whats
Left of you
Ashes, obsessing on
Life itself
The flesh
Halting the progress, Savor the rain.
The prince king
Just for one day
He says
Killing just for sport
Clay, stop, move, break
Repeat, animation
Stop, break, mold, shape
Disfigure, create
Break, lust, stop, mold
Structure, divination
Cookie Cutter
Inside the gaping wound
Life itself
The flesh
Open
Close
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17. |
TROGDOR
02:01
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18. |
Thrift Shop
03:49
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19. |
Fuck Shit Stack
04:18
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20. |
Scotty Doesn't Know
02:45
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21. |
Wild Wild West
07:09
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Canzo Ottumwa, Iowa
Bold and uncompromising, with songs like "Fuck This State & Everyone In It" and "Harry Bush and The Shitstains on My Dick" it's not hard to see that Canzo does whatever it wants, both in the studio and on stage. Canzo's live show is best served slightly above room temperature with a large helping of uncertainty. ... more
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