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Pressure, pressure
I need you no more, goodbye
Pressure, yeah
I need you no more

Baby, you know I miss you
My love, now she gone
And all I'm left

Such a familiar place
Help me out by letting me down
Rightly so
I saw your carnage coming from a mile away
I saw the asterisk next to your name
I saw

Canta, no llores
Librate de dolores 
Faltan amores
No te empeores-no

Destructive habits cause an
Influx of garbage 
instructions vanish
Now in comes

world
Lambs kneeling to the bastard pig
The scum of the world killing each other

god of carnage

A degraded world with no future
Weak and blind people by

a actor like Steven Segal
Pull out my blicky Im Never Gon Stall
When it goes down there be no one to call
No not at all, no not at all, awe
She thinks that

varnish
I’ll live in a hospital and leave you with Apartments
Cashing out my past just to by designer Garments yeah
She thinks I’m cute, nah, I ain’t no

truck
You crying don't you call my bluff
Just call it what you wanna but don't call yourself a baller bruh
I be on my carnage yuh
I be takin' all of ya

prison
It's no change from what I've known
Except I can call this my own
Fascinated with the dark and cold
I could call this home
I know tomorrow's lost

Spray your brains like a Jackson Pollock
Honest, I love to admire the Carnage
Should have been like venom
When he seen a red one, red rum
Better run

intentions but I never had one 
cre you offended by my penmanship?
I'm devilishly demented 
Hand a billion asses to a billion bastards meant to panic 
They

with the paint in my cup,
Now I look at life put the pain in my love,

I'm just getting by, need the high to recover

On the outside im dying,

the tendency
No, it's more of a dependency
Not on rain or sun or air so fresh
But on the sweet and supple taste of human flesh

It's a people-eating garden
Where

the pain, not the carcass
Spray your brains like a Jackson Pollock
Honest, I love to admire the Carnage
Should have been like venom, when he seen a red one,

you tell me all the truth please don't lie
I know you be with all them other guys
I'm tryna take you out in July
Now how it feel when no one's by your

to forage

Beyond the distance, my eyes persist in
Seeing visions of futures, like cities of people
And I sigh deeply, made love to so sweetly
By every

The world is in a crisis
The few still in control
Numbing and fucking the masses
Driving them to their roles
Sought by a ravenous beast
hungry for

Miranda That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: Pour Another Icepick

The Mars Volta

Frances the Mute

2005

danced lapel, punctuated by her 
Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching 
Gizzard soft as a mane of needles 
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged 
By

Slaughter evolved to a mean to be
Evil prevailed more than could be foreseen
Hatred and malevolence, the dominant natures
Carnage after carnage

and violence

Fuelled by greed and ambition
They make their way, through carnage and violence

Born to fight and conquer
Worshipping their strength
They fear no

Cracking oysters, with intellectuals
I've been focused, on my residuals
No income, trivial
Royalty, imperial
Cracking oysters, with intellectuals

One by one the stars all die
Suns become cold in the sky
Dimming of the stellar streams
Fading of the cosmic sea
The void expands freezing all

you're part of their function, you'll probably love it, I'm Harley's Quinn husband a carnage is wanted 

A blasphemous and very passionate activist best

damn fucking jays
Drive-by on those motherfuckers
Spray my gun 'til it's empty
End the lives of those cuckolds
I'm feelin' fine and dandy, yeah
What

corroded
While I'm still posing
The real product of sin is a bunch of garbage
Collecting souls, Killing, then turning them into carnage
Burning with bondage