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Letras: Infrared Riding Hood


01. Ictus
02. Bullhorn
03. Thistle Suit
04. Emotional Cockroach
05. Red Eye Angel
06. Bludge
07. Dementia
08. Weakling
09. Halcyon Nights
10. Particle Accelerator
11. Tool Marks
12. Mystery Copter


Ictus

I won't let you let me down
I won't let you let me down
don't gimmie no lip
or breathe a sound
I won't let you let me down

chorus
You couldn't sell me out
not this time around
all the tales you tell
you can't hide from this hell!

I won't let the sun burn out
I won't let that truck run me down
don't gimmie no lip
or breathe a sound
I won't let you let me down

all you planned was grim
tried to dig right in
you couldn't sell me out
not this time around
all the tales you tell
you can't hide from this hell!




Bullhorn


How can it be this
This and only this
hunger destroys me
and picks bones clean

how can it be this
this and only this
that seperates me
from a monkey

i'm not buying
all this lying

how can it be this
this and only this
my conscience keeps me
from a bad way

how can it be this
this and only this
that seperates me
from a monkey

put in my hand a club
then a shotgun
trade it in for a knife
sharpen everynight

put in my hand a club
then a shotgun
trade it in for a knife
sharpen everynight

I'm not buying
all this lying



Thistle Suit

What would make a man
Wanna fell like this
Dropping his life blood on the
carpet

What would make
A man hold a gun
Hold it straight to the temple of
his skull

I'm your temple
Your backbone

What would make a man
Put a gun to his temple
Cold gun to his head
Pull the trigger

What would make a man
Empty his life blood
Open up his head
Bleed it like a river

Your head blown
Your head blown
Your head blown
Your head blown

Taken down now
In the middle of hell
Takes the fear out of life
Questions why every single night

You're my friend
You're my blood
You're my life
You're my soul




Emotional Cockroach


They're here
So I hold out a hand
But I don't see one
Just pale grey faces

Seratonin
Hematoma
Crucified
With ultraviolet light
Dark shiny probe
Takes memory from me
Deer in the road
Scared stiff by the strange lights

Huge black eyes
Stare back thru my soul
To provoke response
In the blinding light




Red Eye Angel

Take me home
'Cause I don't wanna go
Take me home
'Cause I wanna go

Bring it back
Sometimes sometimes
Sometimes sometimes

Sometimes
I feel you by my side
When I'm alone
I'm not ever alone

Sometimes sometimes (x4)




Bludge

The streets are blood
Your shoes will flood
And the killer's on the loose
Like gargoyles
Perched outside
Radioactive, albino eyed

The stars will hurt your giant eyes
Your arms will bleed a sign this time

Telepathic Christ
Cadavers stored on eyted
An implant in my side
A God or parasite

Your game will be insane
The wolf ain't really tame
No matter how fast or far
Blood will soak you rusty car

The stars will hurt your giant eyes
Your arms will bleed a sign this time

Telepathic Christ
Cadavers stored on eyted
An implant in my side
A God or parasite

Telepathic Christ
Cadavers stored on eyted
An implant in my side
A God or parasite

Sunspots on my mind
Xenomorphic ghuide
Intravenous Christ




Dementia


Discontent you wear so well
It's a part that you hide
And leave buried inside
Seems the things that used to mean
The world to me
don't add up to a hill of beans

Let yourself free flow
Help me let it go
Let yourself free

Drowned feeling inside
That I couldn't hide
But I didn't forget to smile
Memories good and bad
Mark my life like a mile post sign

Let yourself free flow
Help me let it go
Let yourself free

Discontent you wear so well
It's a part that you hide
And leave buried inside
Seems the things that used to mean
The world to me
don't add up to a hill of beans





Weakling


Come on!

I know you
I watch you
You don't know me
I'm the weakling
I'm ninety-seven pounds
There's four of you
I'll think circles 'round you
I'll take on all o'you

Come on!
One at a time
You all hated me
You wouldn't be my friend
Though we were the same
I'm a weakling
Nobody calls me that
I'm no weakling
Don't ever call me that

Chicken spit (x4)

Can't shake that shadow loose
Crow comes home to roost
To let the wolves loose




Halcyon Nights

The sunlight hit his empty head
As he leaned it to the side
Sun rays shined
Through his scalp
A kelp ball full of iodine

Could it be
Could it be
Close the mouth
Close the eyes

Open eyed (x4)

Up will come your number
doctored up insude
A gun with just one chamber
I'm breathing cyanide

Could it be
Could it be
Close the mouth
Close the eyes

Open eyed (x4)

My mouth won't stay shut
I have to wire it up
My skin will go cold
No matter how long you hold

Could it be
Could it be
Close the mouth
Close the eyes

Green penny eyes (x4)




Particle Accelerator

Shore of bone, inland sea
Motor functions guiding me
Fill my bat with molten lead
When the light shines through my head

Trust no one but trust your soul
My face is just a gaping hole
Twelve gauge shells around my bed
When the light shines through my head

Battery acid on the brain
Jeffrey Dahmer's cure for pain

Dreamed a man with caveish eyes
Gave the world a grim surprise
Sorry now the world is dead
When the light shines through my head



Tool Marks

Good god yeh

You'd go to battle
Without an army
Your imperfection shows right through

Put forth aggression
Without compassions
Bad intention follows you

I won't be tellin' you
I'm not bitter
I won't be tellin' you
I'm not bitter

Don't lie to me
Don't cross that river
Nobody made you play that game
You've got yer guard up
Shove words in my mouth
You think the earth moves just for you

I'm no better than you
I'm not denying
I'm no better than you
I'm not denying
I'm no better than you
I'm not telling
I'm no better



Mystery Copter

It's alright, fuck you (x8)
It's alright,

like in a dreamland
secret liasion
Out at groom lake
Behind a curtain

subvert beliefs
authority
who to believe
Think I'm free

It's alright, fuck you (x4)

please excuse
mutiliation
we'll be your friends
disinformation

just ignore
the lights at dreamland
we don't care
just understand

It's alright, fuck you (x4)
It's alright

Shape of the A-bomb
Explain or control
It's for your own good
Just how do I know?

Mystery copters
Flying in
Ttay awake
Wanna live?