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Juices
03:39
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Don't you know life's just a sick game of monopoly
Crime is just an issue of apology
Came into my realm and felt the juices flow
But the keywords thrown read
"Don't you think?" Tweedledum wrapped in iron straps all around
Leaving him with nothing but the chalk to count
Evolved in this psychotic jeopardy
Countless songs played in the airvent
Just for me
A plagiarism advocate
Sweetening
Come and show me
Blow
Squeeze
Please
Release me from my hunger
Touch
Don't linger now
And don't come back again
Don't you know life's just a sick game of monopoly
Crime is just an unbound case of anarchy
I was left for dead, ended where I began
A red and blue coloured horizon
And here I am to be confronted in a little while
In this "Clarice and Doctor Lecter-style"
Loose ends end up tied and follow clues like sheep
Sentencing a lion's endgame, put to sleep
A plagiarism advocate
Softening
Come and show me
Blow
Squeeze
Please
Release me from my hunger
Touch
Don't linger now
And don't come back again
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2. |
Optimum
06:07
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No insurance for a life of pain
Nebula's taking forms in my head again
I lost my senses for what's left and right
But the world shall see my final form and size
Settled in my serenity...
Saturated dignity...
Yes, the cards are turned over now
They're drifting out at open sea
And I can't help but thinking
I'm not seen by eyes that gleam
You try to steal my heart again
The connection and the break
That I am
Ugly blankets keep you warm
As I listen closely to the sound of chloroform
Never thought that you could be this kind
Seeing the time I've acted dumb and undefined
Could it be violent
Could it be worse
Could it be silent
Could it be worse
Could it be violent
Could it be worse
Could it be silent
As I lay in my final curse
Yes, the cards are turned over now
They're drifting out at open sea
And I can't help but thinking
I'm not seen by eyes that gleam
You try to steal my heart again
The connection and the break
That I am
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3. |
Spit-it
04:32
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Deadweight handing out everything you can hear
Sinking through a pipeline and I am stuck in here
All this time I held myself unaware
Staying positive
Mouthful of spit, staring down in your eyes
Gives me no more reason to feel alive
Furious rage, senses are unadvised
Staying positive
As long as you will raise me away from truth
I have to do with a little of a scapegoat's hope
No matter how your actions will promote
I've had to do with less in my life than you
Tribal marks appear
Get me out of here
And chief I've had it now
With the constant litter in my face
My crosshair's turning red
And my barrel blocks your way
The fallicy of you being my wall is falling to pieces now
Break the window and break the glass
And spit the shards in your fucking eyes
Spit it
Spit it in your mouth
Spit it
Spit it all around
And chief I've had it now
With the constant litter in my face
My crosshair's turning red
And my barrel blocks your way
The fallicy of you being my wall is falling to pieces now
Break the window and break the glass
And spit the shards in your fucking eyes
Spit it
Spit it in your mouth
Spit it
Spit it all around
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4. |
Prefix
02:48
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5. |
Skunkhood
06:09
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I am sacred as I would state it
I'm a peacock in a hood of skunks
(Simply me who is the wisest of all)
Sophisticated hours waisted
Spending time in this lure of junks
(Simply me who is the fairest of all)
I am the monarch and my lesser can only touch my feet
Don't mind the white pills on my desk you're likely to see
And when the people's minds are weak and bent
And where even the dead can't sleep again
Then what fucks do I give about those fools who laugh
I cover my hands in blackened dirt and you will see who stands head first
Keep your distance, in my existence
Sanity of many is hard to find
(Polly clear the nest, I'm trying to hide)
I'm a tower of higher power
And I don't want you to sympathize
(Alfred clear the streets, my fans still abide)
I am the monarch and my lesser can only touch my feet
Don't mind the white pills on my desk you're likely to see
And when the people's minds are weak and bent
And where even the dead can't sleep again
Then what fucks do I give about those fools who laugh
I cover my hands in blackened dirt and you will see who stands head first
In my neck I feel more breaths than I can count on one hand
In my head I sense more beasts than I sent away last time
And when the people's minds are weak and bent
And where even the dead can't sleep again
Then what fucks do I give about those fools who laugh
I cover my hands in blackened dirt and you will see who stands head first
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6. |
Probiac
06:47
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Some things fall
Right into a hole
Eternal waste of space
Valuable air gone
Some things are meant to fall
Right into their hole
An act of gravity
A force of nature
Desolated and crying for help
Subordinate in sickness and in health
Second chances for a back-up call
We all need a problem to console
A problem to console
Face faced downwards and they cry
The plot has changed and so have I
The human race has several sorts
Some are kings and some are pawns
The landlord broke his wrist
With our chances dissolved in mist
Red, blue, black, white, violet and green
But grey's the only colour I've ever seen
Hope dies in silence in the absence of the river Christ
Daylight's flashing, the night holds on so long
We all need a sermon to recall
A sermon to recall
What if it were my role?
This problematic need to console
Still the river Christ says
Get a life
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Noah's Orc Horst, Netherlands
Noah's Orc is a young and ambitious alternative rock band from Horst, The
Netherlands.
By 2016, calling themselves Noah's Orc, they started playing local gigs and eventually got to record their first EP "By Turmoil" in 2018, promoted through well-received performances and radio appearances.
During the Covid-19 pandemic, the band recorded their soon to be announced follow-up EP.
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