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Call the people in. Time to act. Time to hustle.
Summon riders forth, gonna teach em bout amphibian muscle.
Saddle up. Tell the salamanders to lay waste.
Gonna give em what for, Salamander rider way.
Emerge from sewers, amphibious demiurge.
No mercy and make sure the surface dwellers pay.
Attack for our fathers, by land and by water.
We ride for tonight the surface dwellers pay.
Let loose the giant frogs, equip the newts with laser guns,
weaponize caecilians and battle armor for everyone.
War hammers, battle axes for the axolotl factions.
They may take our lives today, but they can never take away our freedom.
Emerge from sewers, amphibious demiurge.
No mercy and make sure the surface dwellers pay.
Attack for our fathers, by land and by water.
We ride for tonight the surface dwellers pay.
That’s right! Make em pay.
Put the frog skin on for poison blade.
What’s best in life?
To crush you enemies, see them driven before you, and listen to their women scream.
Emerge from sewers, amphibious demiurge.
No mercy and make sure the surface dwellers pay.
Attack for our fathers, by land and by water.
We ride for tonight the surface dwellers pay.
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Colossal rats attack the town again.
Ain’t there nothing better to do on a Sunday afternoon?
Slogans for slow guns, be quick on the draw if you’re not so quick on your feet.
And I see in every alley, wall to wall, Main Street and town hall, posters and flyers cover em all.
Them damn competing factions.
Subtle as a 7th graders notebook cover call to action.
Everyone wants to blame the rats, but we’re the ones who let em in.
Oh, what would the pied piper say if he saw us all behaving this way. I’ve seen the rats show more camaraderie.
Just look at yourselves, fighting for cheese.
So cautiously we set them traps, but while we argued over peanut butter or cheese they took the jar and the wheel with relative ease.
Now we’re fighting over who gets to be the first to get the chance to have their neck snapped while paying rent on the traps to the rats.
Ain’t that some shit?
Now, I’m not one to question the motivations or wisdom of anyone, but just between you and me I think they only see what they wanna see.
But still, sometimes I get thinking that these grey skies will clear up.
Just when you thought all was shiny,
Just when you though you had some wiggle room to breathe,
Just when you thought it was save to trust a hooker, you find out no one’s in this thing together
Just when you thought all was shiny,
Just when you though you had some wiggle room to breathe,
Just when you thought it was save to trust a hooker, she takes off the gas mask and leaves
Just when you thought all was shiny,
Just when you though you had some wiggle room to breathe,
Just when you thought it was save to trust a hooker, you find out she’s only in it for the sex.
Just when you thought all was shiny,
Just when you though you had some wiggle room to breathe,
Just when you thought it was save to trust a hooker, she takes off the gas mask and leaves.
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On the edge of Cedar Bog, the Mad River flows.
Where Boggles Run meets 91, or so the legend goes,
A child will be sent to us in the darker times to save our legacy and Kim from the outside.
Anointed blessing, kissed by the gods.
Sent to us to protect these holy waters.
With Sobeks blessing these swamps are cleansed.
The apotropaic gift of the alligator man.
And now the prophecy’s complete.
Among the death camas and the milkweed,
We give thanks to ancient deities with sacrifice and sing, “Claw and tooth, tail and rage.
Protector of forgotten age, please bless this fertile mud below with your seed so the child may grow.
May not one single day pass by without our praise to those on high,
And may his appetite not be satisfied until every last transgressor has died.”
Anointed blessing, kissed by the gods.
Sent to us to protect these holy waters.
With Sobeks blessing these swamps are cleansed.
The apotropaic gift of the alligator man.
And on the banks of the Mad River he stalks his prey;
Ruthless killer.
Every last inch of stolen mud will be paid by them in blood.
Anointed blessing, kissed by the gods.
Sent to us to protect these holy waters.
With Sobeks blessing these swamps are cleansed.
The apotropaic gift of the alligator man.
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In a world so cold we all need a home where we can belong.
So come and join me in my family of abominations.
Are you lonely and lost?
Felling like the world has cast you out?
The shallow waters of culture left you stranded on depressions shores? The body of man has become a failed experiment,
But, I offer a whole new form and together we can kill them all.
As the process begins, you may feel a little itch and burning heat.
It’s working to kill the disease.
And if by chance new sensory organs start forming,
Please remember, everyone experiences it different.
We’ll throw the switch of genetic bliss.
Let the flesh take hold, my method’s so transformative.
You can feel the skin twist and pop and rip
As it devours its way through and all those who have laughed at you.
We’ll throw the switch of genetic bliss.
Let the flesh take hold, my method’s so transformative.
You can feel the skin twist and pop and rip
As it devours it’s way through and all those who have laughed at you.
In a world so cold we all need a home where we can belong.
So come and join me in my family of abominations.
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It’s not an easy thing to meet your maker,
I’ve done questionable things,
Nothing the god of bio mechanics wouldn't let you into heaven for.
Can the maker repair what he’s made?
Quite an experience to live in fear, that is what it means to be a slave.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe,
Attack ships on fire off the shoulders of Orion.
I’ve watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate.
All these moments will be lost in time like tears in rain.
Time to die.
The fire that burns twice as bright burns half as long, and you have burned so very very brightly.
If only you could see what I’ve seen through your eyes.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe,
Attack ships on fire off the shoulders of Orion.
I’ve watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate.
All these moments will be lost in time like tears in rain.
Time to die.
Fiery the angels fell, deep thunder rolling round their shores,
Burning with the fires of orc.
Fiery the angels fell, deep thunder rolling round their shores,
Burning with the fires of orc.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe,
Attack ships on fire off the shoulders of Orion.
I’ve watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate.
All these moments will be lost in time like tears in rain.
Time to die.
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Once I was a drumming mother fucker,
Lay the back beat with a vengeance.
Laid it fucking down with a hardcore groove
Just like a mother fucking legend.
Fuck the Duke, I own the beat, the fucking KING of NYC.
Until the mother fuckers kicked me off the bus because they couldn’t hang with greatness.
Exiled, woke up in a lost land
Of forgotten monsters in the planets core.
9th gate, the devil ain’t playing.
Apocalypse is brewin just beyond the shore.
One way death grave.
Do it or die.
Someone save me.
Do it or die.
Now a god slaying SOB and stuck on planet mother fucker.
One way outta hell.
Cut through these soul crushing cosmic monsters, baby.
Exiled, woke up in a lost land
Of forgotten monsters in the planets core.
9th gate, the devil ain’t playing.
Apocalypse is brewin just beyond the shore.
One way death grave.
Do it or die.
Someone save me.
Do it or die.
Drinking from their skulls in a savage land
Just like a psychoholic barbarian.
The monster mother fucker on the killing floor…let’s go.
Exiled, woke up in a lost land
Of forgotten monsters in the planets core.
9th gate, the devil ain’t playing.
Apocalypse is brewin just beyond the shore.
One way death grave.
Do it or die.
Someone save me.
Do it or die.
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Split the atom, madam, at the Abbey of Thelema.
Push the transistor, mister, in the kundalini fusion chamber.
It’s in the Fama, momma, esoteric fission visions.
Isotopic sigil vigil, thermoliturgic generator.
Spooky action at a distance
Makes more sense if you witness it with your head turned from the right point of view.
When conjuring vision portals, don’t forget, many mortals can’t see time past the edge of their nose, sad but true.
You gotta see it in 4D.
Split the atom, madam, at the Abbey of Thelema.
Push the transistor, mister, in the kundalini fusion chamber.
It’s in the Fama, momma, esoteric fission visions. Isotopic sigil vigil, thermoliturgic generator.
Black holes are no more a doorway than taking a right turn at a 4 way, Your dimensional sense of direction is just severely skewed.
Now, I’m all for road trips and new places, but don’t forget,
What everyone hates is tourist, unless they like the taste of you.
So watch out for hellbeasts.
You know we’re all just random points on an axis, 2D and holographic. Information’s lying to you.
For all those brave souls with the wherewithal to crack the code, congratulations, madness is your only truth.
So say hi to the hellbeasts for me.
Split the atom, madam, at the Abbey of Thelema.
Push the transistor, mister, in the kundalini fusion chamber.
It’s in the Fama, momma, esoteric fission visions.
Isotopic sigil vigil, thermoliturgic generator.
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Devil Girl From Mars
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The mothership is ready to drop.
She’s got disintegrators on lock.
I lose my mind when those green hips pop.
Your death ray must have been set on stun, hon.
You got me thinking bout invasion.
Your tentacles may be for destruction, but they’re signaling for me to come get some, hon.
You got the devil in you, Martian girl.
You devil in you, Martin girl.
Your heat ray burning up the whole world.
On fire.
And I can clearly see the desire in all 20 of your red eyes, and my rocket’s ready to blast off tonight.
You got me thinking bout invasion.
Your tentacles may be for destruction, but they’re signaling for me to come get some, hon.
You got the devil in you, Martian girl.
You devil in you, Martin girl.
Your heat ray burning up the whole world.
You got me in your tractor beam, a ready willing abductee.
I got a probe for you to see. War of the worlds between the sheets.
My white flag is waiving, girl you got my flag pole raising...talkin bout my penis.
You got the devil in you, Martian girl.
You devil in you, Martin girl.
Your heat ray burning up the whole world.
You got the devil in you, Martian girl.
You devil in you, Martin girl.
Your heat ray burning up the whole world.
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The Big Rot
03:25
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Big things bring big schemes and birth heroes with big dreams,
But big fights in a big rush can lead to big plans with big things overlooked.
Cause big death brings big meat and in time a big pile of rot to clean.
I think our big day was a big mistake cause now we’re living in a big grave.
It might have been alright if we decided not to fight
And just let it stop on by, but no we’re living in the blood and puss and guts of this rotted corpse.
Oh I remember how the crowd had cheered so loud when that mountain crumbled.
Oh how ticker tape rained as waiving heroes passed by.
Oh I remember the screams when it’s bloated rotting carcass ruptured. Now in a fog of disease, we’re just trying to get by.
Big swarms of flies fill up the town.
Big scales slough off as big meat breaks down.
Big quarantine for big disease.
Big organs leaking big grease.
It might have been alright if we decided not to fight
And just let it stop on by, but no we’re living in the blood and puss and guts of this rotted corpse.
Oh I remember how the crowd had cheered so loud when that mountain crumbled.
Oh how ticker tape rained as waiving heroes passed by.
Oh I remember the screams when it’s bloated rotting carcass ruptured. Now in a fog of disease, we’re just trying to get by.
Oh I remember how the crowd had cheered so loud when that mountain crumbled.
Cause big death brings big meat and in time a big pile of rot to clean
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Mutant Uprising
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They came crawling out the sewers in the spring of 33’,
Right after the air had taken on a sudden lack of breath ability.
The politicians lampooned, but culture vultures swooned
“That skin so green! Those gills, so chic!”
The culture war was won, not with blade and gun, but with chutzpah and cult of personality.
Cause when you’re hot, you’re hot and when you’re not, you’re not.
We know what’s in we call it mutagen, cause when you’re hot, you’re hot.
When you’re hot, you’re hot and when you’re not, you’re not.
They captivate in so many ways, cause when you’re hot, you’re hot.
CRISPR stocks rise, home modify, can’t beat that DIY bio-engineering. Hacking your own genetic code is the purest expression of freedom. Those 6 armed 6 mouth politicians, hand shaking baby kissing machines.
I know they vowed that they wouldn’t enslave us, but politicians man, they just can’t be believed.
Cause when you’re hot, you’re hot and when you’re not, you’re not.
We know what’s in we call it mutagen, cause when you’re hot, you’re hot.
When you’re hot, you’re hot and when you’re not, you’re not.
They captivate in so many ways, cause when you’re hot, you’re hot. When you’re hot, you’re hot. When you’re not, your not.
Burning.
When you’re hot, you’re hot. When you’re not, you’re not.
Cause when you’re hot, your hot.
Our freedom for vanity, but damn, don’t we look great.
A slave to trends? Maybe, but to the mutants…..yeah.
Definitely slaves to the mutants.
They got us pretty good on that one. But…what do you do?
Cause when you’re hot, you’re hot and when you’re not, you’re not.
We know what’s in we call it mutagen, cause when you’re hot, you’re hot.
When you’re hot, you’re hot and when you’re not, you’re not.
They captivate in so many ways, cause when you’re hot, you’re hot. When you’re hot, you’re hot. When you’re not, your not, and right now they’re on fire.
Burning.
When you’re hot, you’re hot. When you’re not, you’re not.
Cause when you’re hot, your hot.
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A man once told me, “you can’t change the past”,
So I built a time machine and went back in time to visit him, just to prove him wrong.
Unfortunately, it caused him to not tell me in the future so I ended up not building it, which leaves me here…stuck in the present.
I thought about building the time machine again, but I wouldn’t rightly know where to start.
It’s funny how you can’t remember things that never happened, even ones that did.
Guess maybe that fella was on to something.
Time has ended. Below us they chant his esoteric rhyme. Isolation speaks.
Harmony eventually rots everything. (9…9…9…repeat)
I saw that man the other day.
I was gonna tell he was right about that whole “not changing the past” But his face had disappeared and I couldn’t rightly tell if he was paying attention to me or not.
Definitely wasn’t paying attention to that bus though, I can tell you that for sure.
Took em 4 hours to get him cleaned up off the road.
Bet he wishes that time machine would have worked better.
Regrets would be a thing of the past, and what a present that would make.
Time has ended. Below us they chant his esoteric rhyme. Isolation speaks. Harmony eventually rots everything. (9…9…9…repeat)
When counting backwards from 10, 9 ate 7. Ain’t that some shit. Ever wonder if we’re headed into the past, just not fast enough to see it? Running in circles will het you to the future one way or another, that’s for sure. Oh that’s for sure.
Time has ended. Below us they chant his esoteric rhyme. Isolation speaks.
Harmony eventually rots everything.
They say he’s building nothing in there, so why aren’t we scared?
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Mississippi Bones Ada, Ohio
Nestled in the flat lands of Hardin County Ohio, Mississippi Bones has been pummeling the world with fat slabs o’rock for over 10 years and counting. With a catalog consisting of six studio albums and numerous singles and EPs, the Bones have created a rich history full of swampy riffs, pop culture references, and sci-fi shenanigans. ... more
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