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bonus disc - fetal position lyrics

[intro]
see that your bandanas is tied good and firm. we want no one to see our faces

never thought the day would come i’d synthesize a few more pieces
satan’s great big puzzle blankly printed blankly upon new diseases
apollo could you show me justice inundated
i’ll take down [?] pesticides we’ve too long celebrated

in the clouds i saw myself a specter on the straight and narrow
fell back to the ground and broke my fingers as i played piano
my words are sharp but plеase ignore my counter tеnor
the text is only gospel if the stage brings you some pleasure

does valhalla welcome pacifists?

oh, i don’t fit on my bed anymore
i never sleep but it feels like home
oh, i don’t, i don’t fit on my bed anymore
in all my days i’ll never build my roll

who’s this guy who thinks he’s so much better than the megaphones?
who’s this heathen who’s afraid of scaring clergy with tritones?
no one’s gonna bail you out, no news or cristofori
the anthem turns in retrograde, your voice does nothing for me
you won’t find yourself inside a paycheck for a counter+culture
still alive and singing to a gently screaming wraith of vultures
you got a price tag on your soul that they can rent from 9+5
or you can sell it to a suit and tie and lose all your desire
do you win if you refuse to play?

oh, i don’t fit on my bed anymore
i never sleep but it feels like home
oh, i don’t, i don’t, don’t fit on my bed anymore
in all my days i’ll never build my roll

working for a living
but you never wanted to survive
so build your church on this foundation (yeah!)
it ain’t much of a temple but your body only ever gonna get you so far

oh, i don’t fit on my bed anymore
i never sleep but it feels like home

oh, i don’t, i don’t, don’t fit on my bed anymore
(who’s this guy who thinks he’s so much better than the megaphones?)
in all my days i’ll never build my roll
(who’s this heathen who’s afraid of scaring clergy with tritones?)
oh, i don’t, i don’t, don’t fit on my bed anymore
(no one’s gonna bail you out not news or cristofori)
i never sleep but it feels like home
(the anthem turns in retrograde, your voice does nothing for me)
oh, i don’t, i don’t, don’t fit on my bed anymore
(you won’t find yourself inside a paycheck for a counter+culture)
oh, i’ll sleep beneath ‘cause i’m not made of stone
(still alive and singing to a gently screaming wraith of vultures)
yeah! woah
(ay, oh)
(drop the megaphone!)
woah

never thought the day would come i’d synthesize a few more pieces
satan’s great big puzzle blankly printed across new diseases

- bonus disc lyrics

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