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Wisconsin Death Trip Lyrics
Wisconsin Death Trip
PUSH IT
corrosive
tainted by my sin
i'm spilling blood
and i can't hardly contain it
corrosive
hallowing the hand
stiffened i eat away
eat
eat into the surface
yeah you push it
explosive
more violent more violent
all consuming throbbing
strait to the circle
explosive
move on reaction
i slow it down i slow it
down, down, down, down
yeah yo push it
i see it, i need it
i see it, i need it
my mind is corrosive
i trip on corrosive
i freak
see through me
my eyes are explosive
i feed on it
black out
crucify me
yeah you push it
I'M WITH STUPID
great pains
i've gone to gang slang
i've gone to lame brain
looking for gold i
i have become someone else
outside stepping to inside
stepping to my sidestepping i wade through shit
he's a loser
he's a loser, she said
i am mine, i am mine
i am mine, i am mine
i am mine, i
i can't become someone else
he's a loser
he's a loser, she said
BLED FOR DAYS
meaningless
it's meaningless
it's meaningless
it's meaningless
i take the hold
i take the hold
i take the hold
i take the hold
it's mindlessness
it's mindlessness
it's mindlessness
it's mindlessness
i bled for days
i bled for days
i bled for days
i bled for days
get to the rage
(hate)
the healing of it fucking with it
conceal the scab you don't want to show (fate)
into the hate
(no)
i channel all the negative and
i bled for days now i take the hold
(break)
i don't believe it
fuck me, read me, get me
(bled for days)
smile on my rage i'm scarred by age, i bled
(bled for days)
uselessness
it's uselessness
it's uselessness
it's uselessness
i make my weapons
make my weapons
make my weapons
take the hold
LOVE DUMP
hand me a line
really hand me a line
really hand me a line hand me a line
really hand it to me i always loved you
love dumpling
your shit's like chocolate cake
and your ass smells like a rose
i really hate you
love dumpling
now my bowels ache
drop down in a line
really hand me a line, really hand me a line
hand me a line, really hand it to me
I AM
i've been taking abuse and it's senseless
fist into the wall and it's painless
i've been living the lie that i made me
live it
screaming into the mic and i like it
put it all over the air in think slices
soak it all up in your head with the anger
like it
older
elder
i am
(grind on it)
deeper
bleaker
i am
brush the surface off and grind on it
put a gun in my mouth and threaten to shoot
justice died here
OTSEGOLATION
if we gain by severance
we gain most of all
annihilate your kindness
twisting those involved
scenes of revolution
scenes of your destruction
we are desolation
we are isolation
feel it coming again
feel
don't care at all
feel it coming again
feel
isolation
STEM
stem
anything that i want you to know
anything that i want you to see
see the reason to which way to be
anything that i want you to be
damn good thing it isn't a crime
i've got a dirty dirty gun up against my head
cleanse and purge the ill from the inside
a burning conscience severs the stem
SWEAT OF THE BUD
go
not enough to sweat of the bud
in a search of means to the end
giving up all in need of none
and i'm looking in from the out
FIX
tune it in
chill out
drop dead
i need a fix
fix
i'm in you
you're in me
please give me a fix
just one more
just one more fix
i'm all yours
WISCONSIN DEATH TRIP
what's wrong
don't you sing dong ding dong
push it on the phoney
hook it up and ride away
motion
can't you feel the motion
you can see right through me
we connect
you're part of me
take this
break the vibe and make this
get up on it
oh yeah
close your eyes and fly away
motion
can't you feel the motion
you can see right through me
we connect
you're part of me
get up on this wisconsin death trip
get on it
take me
clear your mind and make me
feel me inside oh yeah
you can have me any way
motion
can't you feel the motion
you can see right through me
we connect
you're part of me
THE TRANCE IS THE MOTION
speed toward hell
shed no tears
you don't know me
take my life
steal my tongue
to defeat your taste
could never criticize
no better than me
better than you
it's easier to lie
than to tell the truth
you've become the waste that i despise
this is the motion of the new revolution
the trance is the motion
DECEMBER
i still feel the cold
of long past days
i knew my worth
put in my place
it's no surprise
i realized some time before
december
sun shines through haze
i put my thought
toward futuredays
it's no surprise
i close my eyes
and close the door
feeling so old
years pass like days
fastly changing
so many ways
my eyes perceive
yes i believe in nothing more
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