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TOURNIQUET: Личное – заметка в блоге #56794922

TOURNIQUET — Mon, 19 Aug 2013 21:29:21 +0300

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TOURNIQUET: Личное – заметка в блоге #56586056

TOURNIQUET — Mon, 12 Aug 2013 19:00:32 +0300

You got a reaction
You got a reaction, didn't you?
You took a white orchid
You took a white orchid turned it blue

Something better than nothing
Something better than nothing, it's giving up
We all need to do something
Try to keep the truth from showing up

How dare you
How old are you now, anyway?
How dare you
How old are you now, anyway?

You're given a flower
But I guess there's just no pleasing you
Your lip tastes sour
But you think that it's just me teasing you

You got a reaction
You got a reaction, didn't you?
You took a white orchid
You took a white orchid turned it blue

Get behind me
Get behind me now, anyway
Get behind me
Get behind me now, anyway

You got a reaction
You got a reaction, didn't you?
You took a white orchid
You took a white orchid turned it blue

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TOURNIQUET: Личное – заметка в блоге #56581526

TOURNIQUET — Mon, 12 Aug 2013 16:17:05 +0300

Beating me down
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground
Screaming some sound
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground

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Posthuman

TOURNIQUET — Thu, 10 Jan 2013 14:24:55 +0300

She's got eyes like Zapruder
And a mouth like heroin
She wants me to be perfect like Kennedy
This isn't god, this isn't god
God is just a statistic
God is just a statistic
Say "show me the dead stars
All of them sing. "
This is a riot
Religious and clean

God is a number you cannot count to
You are posthuman and hardwired

She's pilgrim and pagan
Softworn and so-cial
In all of her dreams
She's a saint like Jackie O

This isn't god, this isn't god
God is just a statistic
[chorus repeat]

[Coma white:]
" All that glitters is cold, all that glitters is cold."

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TOURNIQUET: Личное – заметка в блоге #48524562

TOURNIQUET — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 08:55:39 +0300

Помнишь, как я привёл тебя на вершину холма?Мы вытащили ножи, они были так же остры, как наша любовьЕсли бы бог свёл нас вместе, мы бы приняли все его наркотики, Сожгли его деньги и дом и стали бы ждать, пока огонь не распространится.
Иногда ненависти недостаточно, чтобы превратить всё в пепел, Вместе как один, против остальных.Сломайте им крылья и крах станет неизбежным.
Мы бежим на край света, Бежим, бежим прочь.Мы бежим на край света.Я не знаю, увидит ли мир сегодня свой конец…

У нас не было выбора, чтобы стереть долг наших семей.Я позволил тебе проститься жгучими губами.И все повернулись к нам спиной, ведь они знали, что когда мы крепко держалисьДруг за друга, мы были чем-то фатальным, тем, что попало не в те руки.
Иногда ненависти недостаточно, чтобы превратить всё в пепел.Вместе как один, против остальных.Сломайте им крылья и крах станет неизбежным.
Мы бежим на край света, Бежим, бежим прочь.Мы бежим на край света.Я не знаю, увидит ли мир сегодня свой конец.
Мы не ищем смерть - мы ищем разрушение.Смерть… Мы ищем разрушение…
Мы не ищем смерть, мы ищем разрушение.Смерть… Мы ищем разрушение…
Мы бежим на край света, Бежим, бежим прочь.Мы бежим на край света.Я не знаю, увидит ли мир сегодня свой конец.
Мы бежим на край света, Бежим, бежим прочь.Мы бежим на край света.Я не знаю, увидит ли мир сегодня свой конец
Я вижу, что что-то новое восходит позади солнца.Нам никогда не хватит скорости, чтобы поймать его.

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Mind Of A Lunatic [ verse 2: bushwick bill ]

TOURNIQUET — Thu, 27 Dec 2012 07:44:25 +0300

Lookin through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my knife, said, if you scream, I'm cuttin
Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin
She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
Had sex with the corpse before I left her
And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic

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Lay Down Your Goddamn Arms

TOURNIQUET — Sun, 23 Dec 2012 11:08:55 +0300

'm not of this world
You're not in this heart
This isn't in me
I'm not of this world
You're no in this heart
This isn't in me
To open the box
You can't shoot the lock
I hide everything
So you can't see
Wanna fight?
Wanna fuck?
Wanna die?
Try your luck.. .
Lay down your goddamn arms
Wanna fight?
Wanna fuck?
Wanna die?
Try your luck.. .
Lay down your goddamn arms
There isn't a key,
You can use one me
There isn't a key,
So lay down your arms
Arms
Arms
You're a book
Every page is written
In words
I cannot read
So I burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn it
So I burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn it
Wanna fight?
Wanna fuck?
Wanna die?
Try your luck.. .
Lay down your goddamn arms
There isn't a key,
You can use one me
There isn't a key,
So lay down your arms
There isn't a key,
You can use one me
There isn't a key,
So lay down your arms
Arms
Arms
So I burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn
Gotta burn it

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MINUTE OF DECAY

TOURNIQUET — Fri, 14 Dec 2012 18:52:12 +0300

There's not much left to love
too tired today to hate
I feel the empty
I feel the minute of decay
I'm on my way down now, I'd like to take you with me
I'm on my way down
I'm on my way down now, I'd like to take you with me
I'm on my way down
the minute that it's born
it begins to die
I'd love to just give in,
I'd love to live this lie
I've been to black and back
I've whited out my name
a lack of pain, a lack of hope,
a lack of anything to say
there is no cure for what is killing me
I'm on my way down
I've looked ahead and saw a
world that's dead
I guess that I am too
(chorus)
I'm on my way down now, I'd like to take you with me…

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Man That You Fear

TOURNIQUET — Fri, 14 Dec 2012 15:00:20 +0300

The ants are in the sugar
the muscles atrophied
we're on the other side, the screen is us and we're t.v.
spread me open, sticking to my bony ribs
are all your infants in abortion cribs
i was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved
is the man that you fear

pray untill you're number, asleep from all your pain
your apple has been rotting
tomorrow's turned up dead

I have it all and I have no choice but to
I'll make everyone pay and you will see
you can kill yourself now
because you're dead in my mind
the boy that you loved
is the monster you fear

peel off all those eyes crawl into the dark
you've poisoned all your children
to camouflage your scars
pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear
pray your life was just a dream
the cut that never heals
pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream

(i am so tangled in my sins that i cannot escape)

pinch the head off, collapse me like a weed
someone had to go this far
i was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved
is the man that you fear

peel off all those eyes crawl into the dark
you've poisoned all your children
to camouflage your scars
pray unto the splinters, pray unto your fear
pray your life was just a dream
the cut that never heals

pray now baby, pray your life was just a dream
the world in my hands
there's no one left to hear you scream
there's no one left for you
(when all of your wishes are granted
many of your dreams will be destroyed)

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TOURNIQUET: Личное – заметка в блоге #46768955

TOURNIQUET — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 18:37:47 +0300

i put a spell on you because you`re mine

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