Letra de Mare Oceanum
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Like eating rust,
Armed Forces and reprobate cover-ups.
Idle while the department meets our demand.
Armed Forces and reprobate cover-ups.
Idle while the department meets our demand.
Oh yeah, we've been had!
Oh yeah, you tell 'em 'cause that's what I did!
Sensory overload,
consulate overtones,
and don't forget
what they know about you.
Mnemonic machinery
forced words out of scenery.
Forget what you saw.
Forget what you heard.
The tension here we face
is the extension of the wound.
The situation that's in store
behind closed doors.
Are we vultures wearing a black feathered sun?
Nine manacled variables to leave in all but one.
Light the match that flirts with the Minox behind,
a documented case, collateral surgeoncy blind.
The tension here we face
is the extension of the wound.
The situation that's in store
behind closed doors.
An operation bound
to hand that feeds you
forming lines in the cataract
together with burning maps.
The tension here we face
is the extension of the wound.
The situation that's in store
behind closed doors.
Sensory overload,
consulate overtones,
and don't forget
what they know about you.
Mnemonic machinery
forced words out of scenery.
Forget what you saw.
Forget what you heard.
Oh yeah, you tell 'em 'cause that's what I did!
Sensory overload,
consulate overtones,
and don't forget
what they know about you.
Mnemonic machinery
forced words out of scenery.
Forget what you saw.
Forget what you heard.
The tension here we face
is the extension of the wound.
The situation that's in store
behind closed doors.
Are we vultures wearing a black feathered sun?
Nine manacled variables to leave in all but one.
Light the match that flirts with the Minox behind,
a documented case, collateral surgeoncy blind.
The tension here we face
is the extension of the wound.
The situation that's in store
behind closed doors.
An operation bound
to hand that feeds you
forming lines in the cataract
together with burning maps.
The tension here we face
is the extension of the wound.
The situation that's in store
behind closed doors.
Sensory overload,
consulate overtones,
and don't forget
what they know about you.
Mnemonic machinery
forced words out of scenery.
Forget what you saw.
Forget what you heard.
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