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Destroy Your Self
06:20
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Destroy Yourself
My Mind is consumed
I smile at nothing
I know it won't be long
'til I am too far gone.
I act without reason
But, there's a lot of that goin' around this season.
I can't think straight
I walk with a gait.
I can't remember the last time I ate.
I felt the night starting to fail.
It's all over now
There's no wind
To make my boat sail.
Now it's time to sink
To a watery grave
I am on the brink
and I feel far from brave.
It's gonna happen
It's gonna happen
It's gonna fail.
It's definitely useless
Still, I wish you wanted to help.
It is certainly fruitless
There's no benefit for yourself.
Don't treat my mind like a toy
You made me feel good
But I've made a vow
To never feel alive again
To NEVER fell ALIVE again!
I make allowances for the things that make me sick
Fear and dread live inside my head
And I can't even lie straight in bed.
I feel nothing but sickness and weariness
It's maddening.
Is it even happening?
I can't get better
I won't get better.
Prevention is better than cure
You can't prevent accidents
And you're the cause and the cure
Of an illness that is pure
It will get a lot worse before it gets any better
I've never looked so far into someone's eyes
I wish I hadn't.
My thoughts cripple my brain.
My thoughts cripple my brain.
I'll never forgive the world
For letting me down.
It promised me so much
but delivered so little.
I want to reward you with my suffering
make you so ill that you will
Destroy yourself.
Destroy yourself.
Go on, don't be afraid now
Destroy yourself!
Destroy your, self
Destroy your, self image
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2. |
In A Dying World
04:25
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In A Dying World
Tomorrow,
We gotta live
In a dying world. Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, We gotta live In a sick world. Tomorrow.
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3. |
Suss Cunts
03:31
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I can’t love
I can’t laugh
What has happened in my past?
I have a fight
every night
with myself and no one else.
Look at this cunt,
he’s a real sus cunt, this cunt hey?
Oh yeah, that cunt. I knew that cunt for 25yrs that cunt.
The nicest pain comes from you.
The sweetest abuse comes from the blackest smile. The softest beating from a distant heart.
The gentlest breath from a dying body.
Awwww, Look at this cunt, he’s a real sus cunt, this cunt hey?
Oh yeah, that cunt. I knew that cunt for 25yrs that cunt.
Look at this cunt, he’s a real sus cunt, this cunt hey? Oh yeah, that cunt. I knew that cunt for 25yrs that cunt.
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Pinky stinky drinky.Pinky stinky drinky.Pinky stinky drinky.Pinky stinky drinky.
LUGGAGE POINT.
Pinky stinky drinky.Pinky stinky drinky.Pinky stinky drinky.Pinky stinky drinky.
CRUDE BERTH. LUGGAGE POINT.
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5. |
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In
Out
Duck’s
Arse.
Lean
Up
On
Your
Own
Break
Fast.
Live.
Die.
Live.
Die.
Mon
grel.
Bas..
tard.
Live
Everyday
Die
Everyday.
Shame.
Job.
Boop.
In
Out
Duck’s
Arse.
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6. |
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She fucks him - SHE FUCKS HIM! He fucks her - HE FUCKS HER! She fucks her - SHE FUCKS HER! He fucks him - HE FUCKS HIM! They fuck her - THEY FUCK HER! He fucks them - HE FUCKS THEM! They fuck him- THEY FUCK HIM!
We fuck her - WE FUCK HER! She fucks us - SHE FUCKS US! We fuck him - WE FUCK HIM!
He fucks us - HE FUCKS US!
We fuck them - WE FUCK THEM! They fuck us - THEY FUCK US!
and that’s the way of the world. It’s the way of the world.
I fuck her - I FUCK HER
She fucks me - SHE FUCKS ME! I fuck him - I FUCK HIM!
He fucks me - HE FUCKS ME!
I fuck them - I FUCK THEM! They fuck me - THEY FUCK ME! I fuck us - I FUCK US!
It’s the way of the world. It’s the way of the world. It’s the way of the world.
You fuck with me
I fuck with you. They fuck with us We fuck with them!
It’s the way of the world
It’s just the way of the world.
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7. |
Short Back and Sides
04:57
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Short Back and Sides
Sit up straight Tuck your shirt in Pull your weight Push your chair in.
Take some pride in yourself.
Brush your hair Don’t you slouch Don’t you stare Feet off the couch.
Speak when you’re spoken to.
Cut your hair
Admit you’re wrong Don’t you dare
I’m too strong.
Look at me straight in the eyes. SPEAK UP! SPEAK UP! SPEAK UP!
Have a shave
Wait your turn
And be brave
Respect to be earned.
GET UP! GET UP! GET UP OFF YOUR ARSE!
Cover your mouth
Don’t talk back
Know what you’re on about Don’t be slack.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP TO YOURSELF!
Put your rubbish in the bin Wash your hands
Take it on the chin
Your ground you stand.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP TO YOURSELF!
YOU BETTER WAKE UP
YOU BETTER WAKE UP
YOU BETTER WAKE UP TO YOURSELF!
(No one else is going to do it for you)
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8. |
Living Inside an Atom
06:41
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There will always be rainbows..
Once I had a dream:
In sunshine through the rain a young boy is told not to venture into the forest. The sun is shining but it is raining., the boy’s maternal guardian tells him. Standing on the threshold of his house, the boy is caught between the in- side and the outside, the sun and the rain, wanting to obey and disobey. Dutifully he turns to go inside but then he stops. Slowly he turns around and stares out at the forest. Viewers share the same mixed emotions: should I stay
or should I go? Should I be sensible or should I satiate my curiosity? Should I return to what is safe and comfortable or strike out and seek the unknown? Menacing but magical and a little forbidden- I guess that’s what I feel: Should I be keeping this as my secret? And
to think back to the most exciting points in my life, when I had those feelings as well- being shit-scared but excited. When I was about eight we found a porno mag in a pad- dock in the country town where I used to somewhat live, and we’d gather around and there’d be this unbelievable excitement, and just seeing these things and thinking “Oh WOW!, that’s what adults keep away from us”. Those mo- ments I think about when I work.
In the middle section the young boy treads warily through the forest, dwarfed by its giant canopy of trees and drawn by its misty sun-dappled light. Through the mist a proces- sion emerges, and from behind a brigalow tree the boy watches on. Slowly the figures walk past, human in scale, draped and behatted in traditional wedding costumes.. There is a sweet suspension of disbelief and then the foxes spring around. The boy realises he has been seen and runs away. In my mind there are a procession of characters, often half-animal, dingo-horse, emu-belah.. They are no better or worse than you and I.
Not all the characters are good, and not all of them are interesting, and most of them aren’t deep at all. What they’re doing – that’s it. There is really nothing more to them. Some have said that life is a living painting. I still think that that is possibly true. I’m not really religious at all, but to think that there’s something magical underlying everything- the bigin the small – it is a pleasing feeling and it puts you more at ease with life, about how fucked up it is. Yeah, I’d like to think that there could be things like that- that there could be potentially a universe inside an atom. Mind, prepared to be blown... Hey! I’m living inside an atom! I’m living inside an ATOM!
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Mummy fucks daddy
Daddy fucks mummy
Mummy fucks daddy’s friends.
Your mummy fucks my mummy. Your daddy fucks my daddy. Your mummy fucks my daddy. Your daddy fucks my mummy.
That’s how I was born.
Daddy fucks mummy
Mummy fucks Daddy
Daddy fucks mummy’s friends.
My mummy fucks your mummy. My daddy fucks your daddy.
My mummy fucks your daddy. My daddy fucks your mummy.
That’s how I was born.
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∑gg√e|n Wynnum, Australia
Magnus O’Pus (lyrics, vocals, and David Ethix (Guitars) began as an art project in Wynnum, Queensland Australia Sometimes self identifying as Subtropical Goths, ∑GG√E|N has become a progressive, noisey, No Wave combo with the inclusion of members Cal C. Um (drums, really artist/musician Callum Galletly) and Max Doubt (bass guitar, really musician Max Fowler-Roy). ... more
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