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Unit:187
Unit:187


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Откуда Canada
Жанры Electro-industrial
Industrial Metal
Годы 1994—н.в.
Сайт Website
Состав
John Morgan
Tod Law
Chris Peterson
Бывшие участники
Ashley Scribner
Byron Stroud
Jed Simon



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Loaded (1997)
1997
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Traces
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Dead Dogs (Doggy Style Mix by Tensor)
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Loaded (Shockfuckee Mix by 16 Volt)
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Stillborn (Second Coming Mix by Rhys Fulber)
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No love, rejection
Breed hate consumption
Taste my frustration
Feel no emotion
Sink to depression
Stand by convictions
Stop this dissection
You build the tension
Past due corruption
No win position
Routine injection
Force fed addiction


Lock, load forever
It's over, it's over
Lust, lies, I'm alright
It's over, it's over


Pain is deceiving
Still has no meaning
Live for your ending
No need for waking
Striaght up, stop thinking
Don't think it's wasting
Too late decaying
Wrong way, so sickening
Pull apart my stitching
Lost grip, I'm slipping
False front we're faking
So what, it's nothing

. . .


I hide behind the mask
I live behind a smile
You eat the shit that I dish out
Can't kick the habit
So fuck, forget it
You sleep as I tear you down
You know you need it
Still never had it
You eat the shit you think to be
You hear what you want
Believe what they say
But all crap about me is true

I lie
I cheat
And I steal
'Cause I'm a dick now

I did it once and I'll do it again

. . .


Don't let it go to your head
Don't think you're in control
Deep down, let the dogs die
You're sicker than us all


Time and time, controlled by greed
Download the new disease
Wash away all the pain now
I stand, I want to bleed


Don't let it go to your head
Don't think you're in control
Deep down, let the dogs die
Don't care, time takes all


Hard to think your head is empty
Nothing like this new disease


Dead dogs still whine
You're out of time
Dead dogs still whine
Dead dogs

. . .


Take what you want from me
Bring on your misery
Don't try to fuck with me
Becasue I need nobody but


You walked all over me
Gone from my memory
This is the end you'll see
Because I need nobody but


You are the enemy
You'll get no sympathy
I am the one I need
Because I need nobody but


You tried to be like me
I'm never on my knees
Fuck your self pity
Because I need nobody but
Me


I need no one
I need nobody but
I need no one
I need nobody but
Me

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I closed my eyes to look at you
I washed your lies to believe in you
I lost myself to be with you
I gave it all and now I'm used


I wish I
I wish I
I never
I never
Saw your eyes
Lived your lies
I never
I never

. . .


It's so clear
Read my brain
Turn me on
So mundane
Pull me down
Suck me in
Find a face
Burn it in
Live in fear
Fear your mind
Have no will
Block out mine
Strap me in
Kill the time
Turn me out
Dead inside
What is this?
Where am I?
Runs my life
Burns my eyes

I live for this
Keep it coming
I'd die for this
Keep it coming

. . .


Ahhhahhahhahh

She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
Faster than the speed of light

Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head

Ahhhahhhahhahh

Some say she's from Mars
Or one of the seven stars
That shine after 3:30 in the morning
WELL SHE ISN'T

Ahhhahhhahhahhahhahh

. . .


Stillborn and you're still weak...
Stick around for the second coming...

. . .


Don't let it go to your head
Don't think you're in control
Deep down, let the dogs die
You're sicker than us all


Time and time, controlled by greed
Download the new disease
Wash away all the pain now
I stand, I want to bleed


Don't let it go to your head
Don't think you're in control
Deep down, let the dogs die
Don't care, time takes all


Hard to think your head is empty
Nothing like this new disease


Dead dogs still whine
You're out of time
Dead dogs still whine
Dead dogs

. . .


No love, rejection
Breed hate consumption
Taste my frustration
Feel no emotion
Sink to depression
Stand by convictions
Stop this dissection
You build the tension
Past due corruption
No win position
Routine injection
Force fed addiction


Lock, load forever
It's over, it's over
Lust, lies, I'm alright
It's over, it's over


Pain is deceiving
Still has no meaning
Live for your ending
No need for waking
Striaght up, stop thinking
Don't think it's wasting
Too late decaying
Wrong way, so sickening
Pull apart my stitching
Lost grip, I'm slipping
False front we're faking
So what, it's nothing

. . .


Stillborn and you're still weak...
Stick around for the second coming...

. . .


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