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it's a party with the dead at a yodok prison camp 80's music's gloomy beat is for hours, hours played at this whorehouse their souls so ill they start to rot their bodies dancing to tunes that never changes the objects colored gray; that life is colored black; their friends already dead; as everything will be in time
cook
left wing, right wing tryin' too hard to fit in battleground, happy end gotta be a lover, not just friend makes no difference what food you cook but lights up the room the way you look
soon
hey there my old friend what do you know? you holding something? let it go holding something? let it spread let your flowers grow ahead let the sunshine take you home live this life today and go learn from us, be like them soon you’ll find your love here forever
soon
hey there my old friend what do you know? you holding something? let it go holding something? let it spread let your flowers grow ahead let the sunshine take you home live this live today and go learn from us, be like them soon you'll find your love here forever
satisfy
You touched my heart, I touch your dirty soul You look like yes But you think like no Just go with the flow and that sad boy behind he longs for you but he's not your type one day he'll find you stand there alone dissatisfied dirty and prone
employees
Big city, bright lights, cool people We are gonna make it! Oh, who's there to stop us? We are god's employees!
measured
Color grey The city is bringing me down Measured with money The city is bringing me down I will not pay this price and even walking you can see it and smell the lost ambition
arts
arts is like that sea where you go to drown where you go to lose it yes, you can press that button yes, you're allowed to do everything yes, you gotta leave me alone though