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Too Little, Too Late.

by Paul Mauled & The Exstatics

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Your perverted portrait Of happily ever after It’s a recipe For your time bomb disaster Round time ticking down TKO for this round Suckered from the start Pack a suitcase with your heart If you’re unhappy walk away Why stick around depraved? Make a choice and make a change You always say it with the way You call me up each day You’re fucked up I’m entertained Lose faith in everything tonight Until tomorrow comes Am I your enemy? Am I your only one? Forgetting everything you know And shove it back inside Am I your enemy? Or your liberating ride If you’re unhappy walk away Why stick around depraved? Make a choice and make a change You always say it with the way You call me up each day You’re fucked up I’m entertained
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All Aboard 02:30
No intention for tonight Contention for the day Mere mentions come to life I'll do whatever walks my way What it must be like To be a fly on the way Two wrongs can make a night But only one can take the fall What are we gonna do? I'm down for whatever This trains leaving soon Hey its now or never Shit or get off the pot I'm high as hell I'd rather not All aboard get on Or jump in front of it Cigarettes and drive around Never leave this town Pour gas flick it out And burn this mother fucker down Bruised knees and shopping sprees Overheat at 99 degrees Burned like no time before By all the ones whom I adored What are we gonna do? I'm down for whatever This trains leaving soon Hey its now or never Shit or get off the pot I'm high as hell I'd rather not All aboard get on Or jump in front of it
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I got a ball and chain She won't let me say your name These jealous girls are all the same Are you Crazy like them You're hot I'm on defense Am I more than just your game to play Wrecking ball With no direction Taste the sum Your rejection Caress a darker state of mind Brick wall of Of manipulation With a pinch of Devastation Embrace the ugliness you find Blank stares and strange convictions Morph into hate from fiction These jealous girls are all the same In packs Stare and whisper Paint an Ugly picture While they stab each other's backs Wrecking ball With no direction Taste the sum of Your rejection Caress a darker state of mind Brick wall of Of manipulation With a pinch of Devastation Embrace the ugliness you find inside Are you crazy? Are you crazy? Are you crazy?
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Just For Fun 02:10
CAPTIVE OR CAPTIVED INDIFFERENT OR ELATED I'VE GOT A FEW SUSPICIONS FORGET YOUR LOSS OR GAIN NUMBERS ARE ALL IN VAIN FROM YOUR CRUDE DEPICTION WHO GIVES A FUCK IT'S JUST FOR FUN I LOVE YOUR THREATS TO KILL SOMEONE UNCOMPROMISNG VISION MIND LUSTS FOR NEW INCISIONS YOU'RE SHARPENING THE BLADE WAITING TO MAKE A MOVE SOME FOLKS WERE BORN TO LOSE SO LET THE GAMES BE PLAYED WHO GIVES A FUCK IT'S JUST FOR FUN I LOVE YOUR THREATS TO KILL SOMEONE
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it's almost over baby don't be afraid to look away its okay doomsday is coming maybe it's not as wicked as it seems in my dreams black clouds are forming in the atmosphere it seems tonight, we're due to die my dear we should sit in lawn chairs and watch the world..... BURN solar flares, plate tectonics i cant see to your eyes through the lies full of rage and it's monophonic i scream it breaks through i wanna talk to you black clouds are forming in the atmosphere it seems tonight, we're due to die my dear we should sit in lawn chairs and watch the world..... BURN
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Imposition 02:20
Your thoughts are not your own We'll never be alone It's the hive-mind We feel the same thing Visions of wicked wishes Vile but so delicious In our hive-mind I feel what you think That ringing in your ears Third eye widened in fear Set your dial for the last transmission Buzzing in your brain Our frequencies the same This ain't no superstition It's our imposition Dead static radio White noise in stereo It's the broadcast When everything's smashed Visions of broken glass Hell fire raining ash It's our deathmatch Its my last laugh That ringing in your ears Third eye widened with fear Set your dial for the last transmission Buzzing in your brain Our frequencies the same This ain't no superstition It's our imposition
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my foreign policy is a lack of empathy i don't need your issues I've got some of my own the definition of insanity is repetition of the same thing and it drives you crazy over and over i do just fine myself i dont need anybody it's too fucked up with someone else someone ends up bloody im more productive with no entourage i don't need the headache your tenure's, a mistake i hope you're living well in mediocrity your clueless effigy burning and burning i do just fine myself i dont need anybody it's too fucked up with someone else someone ends up bloody
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Glass Lips 01:44
glass lips to mine works almost every time stink eye from you who refuse to see the truth why should it cause a problem if I don't harm anyone light it up and have some fun the choice is yours to partake, or deplore yeah, it's taboo but they'll make it legal soon why should it cause a problem if I don't harm anyone light it up and have some fun
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released November 20, 2013

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Paul Mauled New Jersey

I'm a solo artist as well as the singer for the Bad Whoremoans. I also used to play guitar in the Accelerators and bass in The Undead. I've got a lot of recordings up here from most of my bands. Look around, get acquainted.

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