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TURNED ON BUT ALWAYS OFF
03:39
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Talk your talk over me
Walk your walk over me
See what you want to see
My eye are mirrors getting foggy
You're running out of breath
Your voice is in my head
For a moment I digress
For ten more you deflect
Turned on but always off
Turned on but always off
Turned on
Never heard a word I said
Never watched a thing I did
Never asked me how I felt
You talk
You talk
You talk to death
Only see what you want
Only hear what you thought
Only need what I got
All ears, all eyes, no mouth
Talk your talk over me
Walk your walk over me
See what you want to see
My eye are mirrors getting foggy
You're running out of breath
Your voice is in my head
For a moment I digress
For ten more you deflect
Turned on but always off
Turned on but always off
Turned on
No ears, no eyes, two mouths
Never heard a word I said
Never watched a thing I did
Never asked me how I felt
You talk
You talk
You talk to death
Only see what you want
Only hear what you thought
Only need what I got
All ears, all eyes, no mouth
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Turned up
Turned on
You're the air I breathe
Come in
Come on
Top of me
Often
Or not
Get in and get off
What's wrong with me?
Everything you do to me
Destroy me
You get off to the beat of my heart
You get off to the beat of my heart
You get off to the beat of my heart
You get off to the beat of my heart
I forgive
You forget the words to me
Suck in
Spit out poetry
Trace the verse
With your tongue
Our tangled lips are lost in song
You get off to the beat of my heart
You get off to the beat of my heart
You get off to the beat of my heart
You get off to the beat of my heart
He wants her so badly
He's a prisoner of ecstasy
She wants him
He knows that
They're going to bottle the fantasy
He drinks it
She wants that
They're making love to their vanity
She wants her
He'll have that
They're going to devour the pain away
Away
Away
Away
Away
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TINY HEART COLLECTORS
03:45
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What's the big deal about being a big deal
What's the thrill in nothing real
Collect more tiny hearts that never beat
Your empty words are your greatest feat
Show and tell off your mom and dad
Show and take it off
You've been had
I opt out
I want out
I drop out
I walk out
I flip out
I freak out
Fuck all these dead eyes hooked on a thirsty shit disguise
For thumbs out
Get angry
Not pretty
Burn it down
What's the big deal about being a big deal
What's the thrill in nothing real
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LACEY SPACECAKE Brooklyn, New York
Post punk from outer space fashioned by Brooklyn based artist, Automne Zingg.
MORE REVERB! MORE FUZZ! MORE DANCING!
MORE EYELINER!
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LIVE BAND:
Automne Zingg-vox, guitar, bass
Roger Padilla-drums
Eugene Mccoy-keys, vox
Matte Black-guitar, bass
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