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Welcome to Periodicity
00:51
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Sanctify the stores
Sustain all wars
Welcome to Periodicity
Consumer Cornucopia
For every season there is a wall
which keeps us isolated it keeps us dull
But we still kill for it
A loss of innocense
A loss of words
Jump off the priv-ledge
Break your econom-neck
We change into uniforms
Won't change ourselves
Because we are scared of what we might find
A better use for our minds
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2. |
Barnwaller
04:30
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Radical! Gnarly! was the vocab of Charlie
Shaggy blonde hair and shaped like Chris Farley
Slept on the beach with sand in his crack
peeling off the skin from the sunburn on his back
Charlie lived in a fort made out of drift wood
wanted to be a pro but never was that good
he had a dream since he was a teen
to have his face on the cover of transworld magazine
What's with this ground shake?
It was an earthquake!
That was bogus dude!
9.8 magnitude!
What was that?!
Spike said he saw a wave coming from out back
He was like
"Dude I'm gonna shred it!"
and I'm like
"Dude You liar"
And he's like
"Dude imagine if I did it?!"
and I'm like
"tubular!"
The sound in the air made a mental distortion
he saw a tsunami of massive proportions
His friends always beat him in the competition
But now was his chance to become a legend
Look in the water!
That's a huge wave!
I'm gonna ride it!
"You're fucking crazy dude!"
He charged that overhead swell
that 90 foot monster straight outta hell
When he stood up he knew he needed more wax
He started burning house when he hit the glass axe
WIPEOUT!
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3. |
Ego-Testical
02:19
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All bone no brain
Look cool with stain
Drink beer slap bitch
Piss my tight pants
Why can't you see how big my penis is while I jizz?
Eat steak don't wipe
Racist redneck
Sixteen all good
Fucknut sleaze bag
Why can't you see how big my penis is while I jizz?
Drunk Punks...
You're dumbening down the scene
But in the end you'll be forgotton fiends
The cup is overfilling
You're just so full of yourself
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A toilet seat is a good substitute for a soft pillow
When your insides are rapidly rushing out bright yellow
Hydrogen Potassium my throat is becoming numb
Ask me if I have the acid you'll hear me say "I got me some"
I just want another drag I just want another fag
But every time I inhale this sickness makes me gag
This sickness makes me gag, this sickness makes me gag
Let me introduce myself my name is Steve
My only stress reliever makes me dry heave
My wife can't stand to see me hack
Filed for divorce cause she stole my last pack
Fuck my health and fuck this patch
I scored a cancer stick now gimme a match
This is a battle between body and brain
Either one kills me or I go insane
This can't be happening to me
My grandfather smoked till he was seventy
This reflux really sux, Gasper gives me Gastritis
This reflux really sux, Gasper gives me Gastritis
All around me happy folk, the world is ending I just need a smoke
Camels on an island in the middle of the highway remind me I can't refrain another day
When Steve's family heard the ultimatum they knew he wouldn't go far
On his grave his friends laid out some of Steve's favourite cigars
The oppressed smoker, The oppressed smoker
This reflux really sux, Gasper gives me Gastritis
This reflux really sux, Gasper gives me Gastritis
The oppressed smoker, The oppressed smoker
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5. |
Mausoleum
04:02
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I was born a battery
with shackles that keep me from standing
I live in a chamber
filled with the corpses of my sisters
Mausoleum
I am your manhood
Genocide that tastes so good
Just to prove that you are human
And everything is for you
You're just as plastic as the packages my parts come in
Traditions run by tongues hungry for skin
This was never a fucking argument
When I'm inverted staring at my blood on the cement
Don't think just chew
Decorate the cache of truth
If you saw the slaughter
Would your mouth still water, Baby
If you knew my pain
would you refrain
Because it’s not just that I die but how I live
Is that enough reason to find an alternative?
Don't think just chew
Decorate the cache of truth
Mausoleum
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6. |
Sledgehammer Vs. Couch
01:23
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Diet through sobriety
Ego is dead kill notoriety
Fuck the system taste the gun
Old then new still no fun
Fistful of candy disintegrating into the world's diabetic blood
All day long we're cast aside discarded for what’s underneath the mud
Television apathy
Crocodile tear is shed for you
And if it’s arguable
Then go ahead and sue
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Pack your bags we're going on a guilt trip
A vacation to Fort Mcmurray
We'll make castles out of tar sand
and wear red tape as we rape our land
Four equals one you can't even count
Unless it's the numbers in your bank account
Don't make me wait for the black that's gonna crack through
Seperate Oil and State
When we realize our green house emissions have become officialism
We won't need lube to fuck the system just the bra off the industrial breast
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I dont believe that Jesus was a native american
But I got 6 wives and 3 dozen children
I've got more but I'm not a Mormon
I fucking hate Joseph Smith
Actually I think his testaments were all a myth
You wont see him in celestial
Cause he wont give up his eight ball
I've got more but I'm not a mormon
The latter day saints are missing
Ten percent of their tithing
I've got more but I'm not a Mormon
I've got more...
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9. |
Pre-Occupied
01:46
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Isn't it all just one big shitty fucking goddamn thing
Everyone thinkin we got all the answers to bring
Meanwhile theres a flag waving just up top
While we're waiting for the world to drop
If you wanna love or if you wanna fight
Just remember that neither one ain't right
Just find peace in yourself , fill the hollow
in the hopes that eventually someone will follow
Cause it's lead by example dont feed me shit
Even if its right your condesending tone won't hit
My motivation, it'll hit your face
Add sour to my mouth's already bitter taste
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Talking to myself when I have no one to talk too
Call me weird you’re just jealous I'm not talking to you
I am my own recording my thoughts are going on tapes
Jumping to conclusions like a winemaker stomping on grapes
Most of the time I make as much sense as I do money
"But if I have prescribed something today then I'll be happy
You'll enjoy paying attention as much as paying this bill
Your head is a diatom and we have a gastric mill
Don't worry son these pills will keep you calm"
Cover my face I'm reading my own palm
Shine more light on me cause your putting me on the spot
You might as well call me Alzheimer because...
What were we talking about? I don't know I forgot
Adulterating minds
Force feeding adolescent castration
Trick or treatment
Into an addiction you can't prevent
Children of the modern times living through
Humanitarism suppression
Candy store like pharmacy
Profit over integrity
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11. |
Miss Carrie
03:21
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Miss carrie my friend she's a creature
Not some horror slasher double feature
She's a kid from the hills where the trees are stolen
Peace and love are the paths that shes chosen
Cause it cheers her up it makes her smile
Living in a shiny abyss all the while
The demons that haunt her are still greatly present
Even though you'd never know from meeting her incandescent soul
Mr. E the lower half of miss carrie's centaur
His farts could ruin the smell of a brand new car
He's a kid from the plains that are frozen
Always fiending green so he can keep smoking
Cause it cheers her up it makes her smile
Living in a shiny abyss all the while
The demons that haunt her are still greatly present
Even though you'd never know from meeting her incandescent soul
always fiending green so he can keep smoking
bowls
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12. |
Ska(fest) Sucks
04:07
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One drop Disney, neglect to the teen
Aimed at the family not the in between
Festival of the people what a joke
More like overproduced upper-class upstrokes
It's just so easy to swallow
Apolitical lyrics all hollow
Keep the underrated underground
What happened to the freedom sound?
It's our censure against your ska
Real rude boys want something raw
Keep the crusties on the hill
Cause we'll never see real music on the bill
A grey blur was once a two tone
Now only exposure to the wealthy well known
We're gonna drown from our music being watered down
Oh Dane your jubilation became profane
Oh Dane your jubilation became profane
Oh Dane your jubilation became profane
Oh Dane your society has gotten lame yeah
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