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The Gardener - Peter And The Test Tube Babies

"He keeps his tools in the garden shed, he mows the lawn he trims the hedge. Those Latin plant names fill his head, he even sleeps in the flower bed. He's the gardener. He plants the bulbs he sows"

Mortuary Riot - Haemorrhage

"Panic in the Hospital Clinical Disorder Carnage in the Mourning room The Morgue was spoiled Vile Attack Gruesome deeds Postmortem Havoc Ransacked Stiffs Disturbed in death ... Mortuary Riot Dead will"

Evil darkness inside - The Exies

"Welcome to my destroyed world, constructed by blood. Destroy the boundaries of morality. We are global; let us trade the pain! Evil darkness inside! You try whores, money and evolution. I try disease,"

Apartment 213 - Macabre

"At The Oxford Apartments Jeffrey Lived In 213 But His Neighbors Didn't Know That Jeffrey Was A Fiend He Said The Fridge Was Broken And The Smell Was Rotten Meat But Nobody Knew It Was The Men That Jeff"

Do You Want Fries With That? - Tim McGraw

"I thought that was your voice I thought that was my car Now we ain't ever met before But I know who you are You're living in my house And I'm living in a tent And don't laugh, this second job of mine Is"

Zerschmetterling - Jack Slater

"As I falls, can nobody me stop death hammer, which will smash it gives something in me it is, it comes from me cock ass cock ass asshole cat cock cock ass remains still becoming in my brain cortex implanted"

Easy Comes - Thornley

"Early morning hits I found a way to get out of this Underneath your desk I carve your name across my chest I got off my hands I got on my knees Now I know I'll pave the way To paint your face with greed I"

Downhill Racers - Cursive

"Hold your breath, dear This ship is going down We're all downhill Running with our timebombs These shins are cracked and splintered These lips are crusted shut These squinting eyes just sting me These"

I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners - Trisha Yearwood

"It took a while for me to see things as they were In the light of truth, it wasn't you, it was me I let myself get used to drownin' in the hurt Against the wall; who'd've thought it was me? From there,"

Council Estate - Tricky

"In my mothers belly and I'm starting to kick, 9 months in the womb and I'm making her sick, Squeeze through the womb and I land in the room, Don't know who we are, can't really tell, We do the council"

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