Neigh!!, by Motorpsycho (2024)

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PSYCHOLAB…and while noone craves redemption any longerold school impulse control has fallen out of styleand now the stage is free for every chaosmongerwhose ol’ silver tongue is only spewing bilethe game’s unplayable, the players are hungoverthe rules discredited, the gameboard is a messso while there is no shame, no red line to cross overthe truth has clearly never ever mattered lessbut let us party on and dance untill the morningthey’ll never catch us if we just can stay aheadso let the fiddler play his tune and let us danceuntill we’re deadand now the wheel is spinning faster every hourand the ditch, so wide, impossible to evade.I have no voice, no stage, no audience to talk toI am tired and I’m hungry and afraidso let us party on and dance untill the morningthey’ll never catch us if we just can stay aheadso let the fiddler play his tune and let us dance

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RETURN TO SANITYspeak for melet me believethere’s no endto what i’ll acheivereligion dies when noone caresreturn to sanity alleviate our fearsset us freestop the deceitlet us seeall the conceitthe lie is completeopen our eyesso we might seeset us free

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All My Life (I Love You) (Spence)all my life I love youall my life I love youplace no one above youall my life I really love youI love you la la la la!

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Elysium, Soonwe’ll leave the cities far behind when we gothe day’ll arrive with promise in it’s handwe’ll keep our destiny at bay while we sailto other places, closer to the heartsouthern breeze, blow desire into my heartnorthern winds, breathe fire into my soulthat path lies across the wavesi wish i could followwe still have to break the chainsthe promise is hollow if fear remainsthey left the fountain far behind and moved onand walked beneath the shadows of the moonthe train snaked off into the dry barren dunesmoving slow, to the rythm of their songsouthern breeze, blow desire into my heartnorthern winds, breathe fire into my soulTheir path snaked across the dunesI dreamed I could followwhile they sang their songs to the moonmy song seemed so hollow, so out of tunebeneath the shadow of the moonpray their deeds would make us bolderbut we might find Elysium soonif we could stand upon the shouldersof Phoebus Apollothe one-eyed yet has to appearwe’re all blind. confused,we mill around content with liesthe window closed again too soonwe moved onthe final frontier faded from our eyesTheir path streaked across the skiesI wish I could followwe cannot just close our eyesthe promise is hollow if fear remainswe’re In the shadow of the moonpray their deeds would make us bolderwe might find Elysium soonif we could stand upon the shouldersof Phoebus Apollo

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Revenantsfirst the one and then the otherfirst a foe and then a brothernothing to lose, all to gainsweet relief, a cause to fight forto belive in and give your life forthe fog came down and blinded us allthey will come and they will find uswhen we sound the calllet it ring and they will hear usgod will never let us fallsuch a sweet dream to followwhen all truth just rings out, hollownothing here now. only liessome will die and some will scatterthe desert claimed them allthousands dead, a nightmare visionwill god love us when we fall?

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Crownee Saysit’s like living in a state of warthey shut us in and locked the doorwill we ever go back to what we had before?stir crazy and awaiting doomwearing sweatpants, in my roomjust a steady stream of doom and gloomno waters turning to bloodit’s not raining frogsno locusts or liceboils, hail or fliesit’s a year since she wore that dressshe’s not dressing up to live through this messjust a whole lotta illusions still left to undressthere’s no point in throwing the dicewhen they always seem to come up snake eyesgot nowhere to go, nowhere to socializeno waters turning to bloodit’s not raining frogsno locusts or liceboils, hail or flieshow long to grin and bear it?how long to hate and fear it?put the mask back on,pretend to be proud to wear itpause button seemingly stuckall the choices really suckno breathing space,no breaks and no luckno waters turning to bloodit’s not raining frogsno locusts or liceboils, hail or fliesstill here alivestill stuck insidestill holding onhow I wish this all was gone

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