Death to Birth .......... Pagoda

Venus In Furs .......... Velvet Underground

That Day .......... Michael Pitt

A Pointless Ride .......... The Hermitt

Fetus .......... Pagoda

Death to Birth .......... Michael Pitt

Seen As None .......... The Hermitt

Electric Pen .......... Mirror Dash

Untitled .......... Lukas Haas

Believe .......... Tenlon's Fort

La Guerre .......... The King's Singers

Turen Der Wahrnehumng (Doors of Perception) .......... Hildegard Westerkamp

Happy Song .......... Pagoda

From ripe to rotten, too real to live
Should I lie down or stand up
and walk around again?

My eyes finally wide open up
My eyes finally wide open shut
I finally found the sound
that hears the touch of my tears
Smells a taste of all we waste
could feed the others

But we smother each other with the nectar
and pucker the sour bittersweet weather
It blows through our trees, swims through our seas
Flies through the last gasp we left on this earth
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Should I die again? Should I die around

the pounds of matter wheeling through space?
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
with my own cold dead face, with my own wooden case

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Clubs and bells, your servant, dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

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I think of you floating in there

and not a shred of thought or care
of where you're from or will be
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
Little fetus went to meet us
with your first swallow of air
Hollow lungs sucking on all the world's despair

I fiend for more, I fiend for the core
All on my back down
and down in that sound
I found it beneath the junk
Just a punk who's sunk in too deep
I weep for me

For everyone who is and will never be
Hey yeah yeah
Never gave god much consider or thought
I fought that grip that he never caught
But the soul is something I couldn't help but feel
It's as real as the rain that wets

As fresh as the fur on our pets
You're the only God and I believe in portion
And I'll kill ya easy one, abortion
Foundation of my strife life, kiss me like a knife
Am I dead now, God am I dead now?

And I think of you floating in there
and not a shred of through or care
of where you're from or will be
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
Little fetus went to meet us You were born in my head

Every time I hear my fear
Every tear my sad eye will drip
Every drop that runs past my lip
For every thought occurred
that your death now benefits me
How could it benefit me?

Yeah, it benefits me

From ripe to rotten
Too real to live
Should I lie down or stand up
And walk around again
My eyes finally wide open up
My eyes finally wide open shut
To find the found of sound
That hears the touch of my tears
Smells the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
But we smother each other with the nectar
And pucker the sour bitter sweet weather
It blows through our trees, swims through our seas
Flies to the last gasp we left
On this earth

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It's a long, lonely journey from death to birth
It's a long, lonely journey from death to birth
It's a long, lonely journey from death to birth
It's a long, lonely journey from death to birth

Should I die again
Should I die around
The pounds of matter wailing through space
I know I'll never know
Until I come face to face
With my own cold, dead face
With my own wooden case

(CHORUS)

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Listen my new friend, please
and have a sympathetic tender ear
I was born in this junkyard
and it was the prettiest little thing to me

vanity! deface me!

Here's the part in the song
Where you think of me all wrong
And here's the part where I choose
that I got nothing left to lose 'cause
any pain that you can bring to me
is nothing comparatively
And I've been so lost and found
I can't smile, I can't frown

Happy song, nothing's wrong
It's all fun, I'm all numb

How much can one man stand
before he kisses a cold dead street?
This cross bares a billion lost souls
Three times do I fall to my bloody bare feet?

Think again my lovely friend
Don't ask for more you dirty whore

Here's the part in the song
where you tell me you don't care
I made you in my head
and you don't even care
Happy song, nothing's wrong
It's all fun but I'm all numb
This is fun but now I'm done