1. |
U R The 1
05:29
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Didn't have reasons to be there
Had no reason to leave
Bury myself in memories
So there's nothing new to perceive
Didn't care what your name
Didn't care what your story was
Just another mess in a pretty dress
With a fucked up story but baby
You are the one
Yeah you are the one
Come any closer
Can't be held responsible
My human response is feeble at best
Penile disfunction you're just like the rest
But could you tie my arms, bind my legs
Cover my body with the blood of Christ
While your bowels spill open oh lady
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
Do you have a name?
Don't answer me 'cause I don't really care
I wasn't really there
Out of body experience
I was way out there though my body was here
You needn't stay in fact I'd like you to leave
I want you to leave, I want
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
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2. |
The Perversion of Lust
05:30
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Is everybody in? The masturbation is about to begin
Close the door, tiny box
From within the door locks
The room is filled with smells of the men who've come before
A quarter spent today, plus many more
Hesitation, what likes beyond?
Sweating, breathing, waiting
The ritual begins
She stands before him
Two strangers meeting for the first time
No stranger way to meet
There bodies only inches away
Yet eyes see somehow to miss
May be the only way she makes it through the day
Time is ending, door sliding closed
She starts bending away
Frantic search, currency takes on clearer value
She's still bending
He has not time to establish the ground rules
As moments slip away he finds his foci
Hands grip tightly, leans back against the door
He feels her presence staring from above
Who is the caged, who is observing who?
Who is the entertained, doing what they have to do?
One touches with false feelings
The other's feelings from the hand slip away
As he spills onto the floor
Once again the curtain falls, no encore
He is a man, and as a man he has taken
As a woman, she has stood there faking
He is a man
He is a man, and as a man he has taken
She is a woman, and as a woman, she was faking
He is a man
He is a man
He is a man
He is a man
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3. |
No More Mentors
04:59
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You think you know where I'm gonna hide
But are you sure your sources haven't lied?
Told 'em to stay, but still they followed
I tread in shit they'll soon call hallowed
Never claimed to be what they've labeled me
Don't speak to me
I'll have no more mentors
Preach to me
Converting me? I don't think so
Never wanted more than I deserve
Just simple gods a simple man could serve
When I prayed who came calling?
A manifestation slowly evolving
Never claimed to be what they've labeled me
Don't speak to me
I'll have no more mentors
Preach to me
Converting me? I don't think so
Won't close my eyes or say a prayer
There's no one listening to me up there
And if I die before I wake
You needn't worry about my fate
In the darkness the worms will crawl
Digesting what lies within my skull
And so one day you too will follow
Don't speak to me
Don't preach to me
Converting me? I don't think so
Never wanted more than I deserve
Just simple gods a simple man could serve
But when I prayed who came calling?
A manifestation slowly evolving
Still never claimed to be what they've labeled me
Don't speak to me
I'll have no more mentors
Preach to me
Converting me? I don't think so
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4. |
Reclining v 2.0
04:26
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Open the door, come in
Make yourself comfortable
I am your MC
I've got a PhD in making money
Close your eyes
Breathe deeply for me
I love the way your breasts move relative to your position
I think I love you
That is, I think that we should
Peace, turn off your mind
And you will find you are reclining
Let me apply my psychosexual innuendos
My teenage-routed anxieties
My educated manipulations
Breathe deeply for me
I love the way your lips caress my pencil tip
I think I want to faciliate your inner urge for
Peace, turn off your mind
And you will find you are reclining
This is not your imagination
This is not your imagination
This is not your imagination
This is my manipulation
I need you
You want me to
Take off your dress I want a
Peace, turn off your mind
And you will find you are reclining
You are reclining
We are reclining
We are becoming one
We're multiplying
We're fucking
We're sucking
I'm coming
I'm coming
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5. |
Race Of Doom
04:09
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Race of doom
Race of doom
Is it on, is it off, reply
Is it on, is it off, reply
Is it on, is it off, reply
Is it on, is it off, reply
It's a matter of time
It's a matter of luck
It's a matter of chance
'Til i self-destruct
You fire at random
I'm under attack
Strapped in and freewheeling
Flying off the track
I want to be your time bomb
Let me be your time bomb baby
I want to be your time bomb
Please let me be your time bomb baby
Everywhere there is danger
Absolutely for real
Subliminal feelings
Too strong to conceal
Unscramble your program
My turn to unload
Unbelievably certain
Guaranteed to explode
Race of doom
Race of doom
I want to be your time bomb
Let me be your time bomb baby
I want to be your time bomb
Please let me be your time bomb baby
Everywhere there is danger
Absolutely for real
Subliminal feelings
Too strong to conceal
Unscramble your program
My turn to unload
Unbelievably certain
Guaranteed to explode
Race of doom
Race of doom
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Steven Bolinger San Francisco, California
Steven Bolinger
is an independent multi-instrumentalist and composer steeped in rock 'n' roll culture living in San
Francisco, CA.
He has a penchant for The Metal™, progressive rock and electronica/dance music, and on occasion, a good melody.
He is lyrically challenged and not a musical theater person (though many of his friends are).
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