The Blackmail House

ColSeth

PuppetCore, dark, folk, pop, experimental, avant-garde, theatrical

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STUDIO

[Intro]

[percussive acoustic guitar strumming with palm mutes]

[Verse 1]

[rhythmic baritone vocals]
Burgundy red, that said: hit the buffalo
Ministry fled, dumping led, popping guns and totes
Baritone venture gnome [falsetto] (ha-ah)
Inventions like teal to chrome
Seal my deal for the long long wheel
Rolling down this new apocalypse
Mirrors of the fun candy van van getting to the sun and you burn bad (uh-huh-ha)
Assimilate my date is late I cannot wait to get to tap on the tape
Blackmail burn the burn the blackmail and you get this if you need to stop stare at the

[Bridge]

[falsetto vocals, sustained guitar chords]
Vista is beautiful
Amazing in my eyes
Corporeal dimensions and the people are not wise (oh)
Emaciated embassy
Stasis of my pedigree

[Chorus]

[shouted rhythmic vocals, aggressive strumming]
March fourth right down fourth right down fourth
March fourth right down street down road and
March fourth right down fourth right down fourth
On the fourth of July (ah-ha-ah)

[Verse 2]

[gritty baritone vocals]
Burgundy red better watch watch watch your back
Oh no oh no who's coming to get me now
'Cause the ministry's said when you're wedlock you better go
Feed me through the drip line grapevine divine (hi)
Hoarding in the Alpines of the Swiss cheese and all my misread mistress mischiefs are still being rogue (ha-ho)
Immaculate emulator reinstated a vacuum hose
Paid in my blood satiated I think you broke my nose
Horton hears a who's that standing there (mmm)
Hands in pocket heart-shaped locket I don't care

[Outro]

[softer strumming, melodic vocals]
My awareness is a fleeting ever-receding pocket of ignorance
It's only getting smaller as you grow
And as the moon tides bring into the waves and save no more lives
I'm space-time divide and I can only subside by the holes that I'm left over
I'm not gonna be a Swiss army knife for you anymore anymore no
And I'm not gonna be the kind of device that you need to to break through
Lockpick yourself and get away
Lockpick yourself and then you stake every kind of stake to the heart
With my garlic mind and my salt brain bark
Goodnight (ho-oh) goodnight Queen no

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[Intro] [percussive acoustic guitar strumming with palm mutes] [Verse 1] [rhythmic baritone vocals] Burgundy red, that said: hit the buffalo Ministry fled, dumping led, popping guns and totes Baritone venture gnome [falsetto] (ha-ah) Inventions like teal to chrome Seal my deal for the long long wheel Rolling down this new apocalypse Mirrors of the fun candy van van getting to the sun and you burn bad (uh-huh-ha) Assimilate my date is late I cannot wait to get to tap on the tape Blackmail burn the burn the blackmail and you get this if you need to stop stare at the [Bridge] [falsetto vocals, sustained guitar chords] Vista is beautiful Amazing in my eyes Corporeal dimensions and the people are not wise (oh) Emaciated embassy Stasis of my pedigree [Chorus] [shouted rhythmic vocals, aggressive strumming] March fourth right down fourth right down fourth March fourth right down street down road and March fourth right down fourth right down fourth On the fourth of July (ah-ha-ah) [Verse 2] [gritty baritone vocals] Burgundy red better watch watch watch your back Oh no oh no who's coming to get me now 'Cause the ministry's said when you're wedlock you better go Feed me through the drip line grapevine divine (hi) Hoarding in the Alpines of the Swiss cheese and all my misread mistress mischiefs are still being rogue (ha-ho) Immaculate emulator reinstated a vacuum hose Paid in my blood satiated I think you broke my nose Horton hears a who's that standing there (mmm) Hands in pocket heart-shaped locket I don't care [Outro] [softer strumming, melodic vocals] My awareness is a fleeting ever-receding pocket of ignorance It's only getting smaller as you grow And as the moon tides bring into the waves and save no more lives I'm space-time divide and I can only subside by the holes that I'm left over I'm not gonna be a Swiss army knife for you anymore anymore no And I'm not gonna be the kind of device that you need to to break through Lockpick yourself and get away Lockpick yourself and then you stake every kind of stake to the heart With my garlic mind and my salt brain bark Goodnight (ho-oh) goodnight Queen no

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