1. |
Tokyo Earthquake
02:44
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2. |
Squanch!
04:20
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Do you believe in the parody,
copacetic as this farce might appear to be
Just a man with no mission lost to time
Getting riggity riggity rekt all night
It doesn't matter what's left in your wake,
You take and you take, but you've made your mistake
Constructed a world in your apathy,
Can't you see that the rules don't apply to me?
But your truth is now bare; and it’s our time to play
We’re squanching here, every night and every day
You’ve got the brains, I’ve got the insane
You’ve got the look but you’re textbook
I’m flying high, you cannot touch me
Fuck your failure to launch, when i’m fixing to squanch
God is dead and somehow we’re proud,
We dug him up and put him back in the ground
So sell your souls and dig your graves
Megalomaniacs make the perfect slaves
You’ve got the brains, I’ve got the insane
You’ve got the look, but you’re textbook
I’m flying high, you cannot touch me
Fuck your failure to launch when i’m fixing to squanch
Nice Mrs. Pancakes, real nice
But your truth is now bare; We're squanching here!
You’ve got the brains, I’ve got the insane
You’ve got the look, but you’re textbook
I’m flying high, you cannot touch me
Fuck your failure to launch when i’m fixing to squanch
We're squanching here
(When I'm fixing to squanch)
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3. |
Don't(Do)
04:13
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Don't say a word, there's nothing to say
Don't hear a sound and we'll let you stay
Procrastinate, there's nothing to do
Inconsequential, we've nothing to prove
I don't even know what to say to you
Cause I don't know what to do
I don't even know what to say to you
Cause I don't know what to do
Don't hold your breath, don't speak your mind
Don't save the world, you're wasting your time
Procrastinate, there's nothing to do
It's non-essential, we've nothing to lose
I don't even know what to say to you
Cause I don't know what to do
I don't even know what to say to you
Cause I don't know what to do
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4. |
Home
05:46
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You’re not a winner
You’d best behave
Eye of the sinner
Heart of the slave
Behind closed curtains
The Coward is brave
The Coward is brave
Leave me well alone
Pull my skin from bone
Lead these eyes to wander
Somewhere out there is home
There is nothing more
Shakes me to my core
Calling/Tearing me asunder
Sink into my tomb
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5. |
Thumb(Under)
04:38
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Does it live up to your standards set in stone
Or are you trying to waste my time
Does it pacify the need to be your own
Let them try to take what's mine
The cup you chose, it overflows
The wine is gone, the case is closed
And no one knows where it goes
The less you see (the more I tell you)
The more it shows (the less you know)
How long have you tried to break the ground beneath your feet
is the hunger satisfied?
How many nights have you spent grinding your teeth
I'll be smiling when you lose your mind
The cup you chose, it overflows
The less you see (the more I tell you)
The more it shows (the less you know)
Manage your expectations
Battle your inner demons
These wounds are kept from healing
Struck down without a feeling
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6. |
Calcium
02:57
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I feel it in my bones
Wide awake but my eyes are closed
Take me for your own
Eyes meet, have a seat, but it's just so crowded
It's a game that I play to lose
Self inflicted, but I need the abuse
It's a game should you pick and choose
So conflicted and just a little amused
You've crept under my skin
Want out but I'll keep you locked in
My head is not my own
Fucked up but we're never gonna talk about it
It's a game that I play to lose
Self inflicted but I need the abuse
It's a game should you pick and choose
So conflicted and just a little amused
This is not how you play the game
Don’t turn your head don’t run away
Talk talk is cheap you've got to change
Don't need to drown, it's only rain
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7. |
S(he)
02:41
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She never breaks a sweat
And he can’t look her in the eye
She just doesn't give a shit
But he’ll never quit
‘Cause we are going round and round
Run baby run, you’re not going anywhere
He’s always building it up, in his head
Holding on to every little thing she says
She’s the one that makes him wanna stay
She’s the evil one that makes it all go away
‘Cause we are going round and round
Run baby run, you’re not going anywhere
Run baby run, away
Run away
You better run away or you’ll get
Fuckin’ murdered
And we are going round and round
Run baby run, you’re not going anywhere
Run baby run, away
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8. |
FMFG
02:57
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Surprise motherfucker I'm not dead
Just a crazy fuck without a head
Not too sure, if I should or could or would
But I’m about to fuck my face good
Fuck my face good.
Fuck my face good!
Fuck my face good?
Fuck my face!
Get the bleach out
That’s what I’m talking about
No fear, no pain, no terror
You and I will live forever
Fuck my face good.
Fuck my face good!
you fuck my face good?
I fuck my face!
Fuck my face in the face
Fuck my face in the face
Winner winner
I am the chicken dinner
Bleach underneath my skin
Drowning myself in the kitchen sink
Fuck my face good.
Fuck my face good!
You fuck my face good?
I fuck my face!
(Haha) Little man listen close
This is not your time to die
By Our hand
You shall rise
You shall rise
La la la la la la lalalalala
Fuck my face good
You my face good
I fuck my face good
Fuck my face
Fuck my face in the face
Fuck my face in the face
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9. |
Ginger
03:21
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Your head, my axe
I see the blood it falls
Your brains, on the wall
It's the first time I could read your mind
Your bones, alone, like tea leaves in a cup
The future, it reads, we become one being
I'll eat you, through a tube
Fill me up I breathe you in, you win
I see myself, in you
I see myself in you
and you'll see me too
When I become you
Is this what you want?
IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?!
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10. |
Z is for Bleach
02:41
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Erase your thoughts, your mind is prone
You can't read me 'cause I can't read
I am Bleach
Pour bleach in my brain
Till I am sane again
Bleach, in my head
What doesn't kill me makes you dead
You teach me how to talk
You show me how to walk
Before you tell me what to think
I just fucking need a drink
Potato controlling me
Potato patrolling the street
With nothing left to say
Open it up and pour away
Pour bleach in my brain
Till I am sane again
Bleach, in my head
What doesn't kill me makes you
Dead
Dead
Z, is for
Z is for Bleach
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BLEACHEAD New Delhi, India
BLEACHEAD is band from New Delhi, India comprised of, three ‘+’ size gentlemen, who see eye to eye on matters of hardcore
riffage & dystopian narratives.
A 100% homegrown musical experience exploring the interplay of Desert, Rock and Metal; all supplemented with glimpses into the life of the
band’s namesake, the protagonist of our story – BLEAC(H)EAD.
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