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The Escapist - The Streets

"All these walls were never really there, Nor the ceiling or the chair. I'm eking weeks of peace at the beach I see the breezes weave the trees, These walls, you'll find, are yours and mine Defined not"

Chaining The Katechon - Deathspell Omega

"Le verdict ne vient pas d'un coup, le processus lui-mme se transforme petit petit en verdict. In a place beyond all resistance Devouring the roots of the bush of fire Forsaken even by the crows The"

The gutter shit - Ice Cube

"I been servin' niggas since 1985 Niggas want the gutter Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta (chorus) {:14} Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that"

The Masts Of Morrigan - Maddy Prior

"I fear that bead black eye That pierces me to the bone The cruel stare The glassy glare That fingers me alone. Too cunning for a bird Her mind is warped and crooked Again and worse Her voice is harsh And"

People On The Street - Neil Young & Crazy Horse

"People on the street need a place to go People on the street need a place to go Walkin' with the beat if it's not too slow Walkin' with the beat if it's not too slow When the night's dark shadow falls On"

People On The Street - Neil Young

"People on the street need a place to go People on the street need a place to go Walkin' with the beat if it's not too slow Walkin' with the beat if it's not too slow When the night's dark shadow falls On"

400 Miles From The Sun - Bush

"Bush Miscellaneous 400 Miles From The Sun There is nowhere left to hide There is nothing to be done No people to be saved No pets we've never named 40 miles from the sun As darkness craves the mind"

40 Miles From The Sun - Bush

"There is nowhere left to hide There is nothing to be done No people to be saved No pets we've never named 40 miles from the sun As darkness craves the mind We come undone without our pride No time on"

Dirge For The Final Journey - Watch Me Fall

"Crawling clouds hide the moon staining silver on the waves Like a swarm of blowflies darkness slowly spreads throughout They're coming back again this time with a width of horizon Mourning will come to"

The Whisperers - The The

"A lonely silhouette Smoking a cigarette Hoping for the phone to ring Though she's sick of the sound Of people's mouths Winding her up And putting her down Don't get sad When people that you trusted stab"

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