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Parasite
03:40
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I can't help feeling what I'm feeling, I'm bleeding. No one knows, I'm gushing like a garden hose.
Like they always say, I knew at first sight. Creatures for each other, our fates intertwined. Meant to be together, nothing could be better, wouldn't want it any other way. Sick to my stomach, in need of a tonic, what you offer I will take.
I can't help feeling what I'm feeling, you leave me paralyzed, needing the very thing I despise.
It's a fairy tale, keep me close, you're a parasite, I'm host. What a paradise, do you feed on anything you find?
I was gonna be a woman of the summertime, but the white wind made me blind. I was gonna learn to love the world, but I wiped out all mankind. Love and hate are two heads of one snake. Like a wasp, inside, delicate bites you take.
Funny how sunny the days are, how they're just as dirty as before. Humor me once, please Darling. Kiss me with pollen for sweetness, before the sting.
It's a fairy tale, keep me close. You're a parasite, I'm host. What a paradise, do you feed on anything you find?
I can't help feeling what I'm feeling, no one knows. Leave me in the garden where the weeds overgrow, where I can roar in the silence while I decompose. I do it cause I love you like a thief does what he stole.
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Sugar Rush
02:39
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Like a freak show, you watch the whole show. Watch me fall like a fool in slow mo. Volatility, like candy, the sugar rush make you so happy.
Psycho baby, biggest fan, paparazzi, so glam. Hold me back, mad man, circus tricks got me falling too fast.
Spreading me thin, like I wouldn't snap. Like taffy, stretch me as far as you can. Your rollercoaster's fun for a day. My head is spinning, I press stop, you re-play.
Psycho baby, biggest fan, paparazzi, so glam. Hold me back, mad man, circus tricks got me falling too fast.
Pinch of this, pinch of that, and the rabbit's in the hat. Should've seen it coming, guess I'm part of the act.
Spreading faster than legs after a lover's fight, and the damage is done. Make it quick, I'm a busy bitch. I'll tell you why you can't handle this.
Psycho baby, biggest fan, paparazzi, so glam. Hold me back, mad man, circus tricks got me falling too fast.
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Panic
03:12
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This scene is from a dream, I've dreamt it. The panic is the same. You're a shark who has no name. Deep inside the sea, you're ripping with your teeth. When I woke, I turned, saw you hadn't changed. I tried to breathe, inhaled the wave, now I'm reeling towards the beach.
Give me time to work it out, I'm not your rock, I'm gonna let you down. Wanna hang with me, you gonna hang around. Got no hesitation, I'm headed for the next town. Claws out, eyes up, for the next pounce. Pick a different flavor if you need a lady saviour, sweeter, keep you comatose, she on her hands and knees for you. Give me time to work it out, I'm not your rock, I'm gonna let you down. Like a fish inside a fox's mouth, you gonna choke and spit me out.
Pressure's on, now take it off. I know you need a drug, but I'm not the one. Try to crush me all you want, I'm taking off. Got no reservation, I'm not your medication. Claws out, hair down, for the next round. Pick a different flavor if you need a lady saviour, sweeter, keep you comatose, she on her hands and knees for you. Give me time to work it out, I'm not your rock, I'm gonna let you down. Like a fish inside a fox's mouth, you gonna choke and spit me out.
I gave you time to work it out, you're not my rock, you let me down. Pick a different flavor if you need a lady saviour, sweeter keep you comatose, she on her hands and knees for you. You can beg me all you want, I see those teeth in your open mouth. I got my poison, you better watch out. You gonna choke and spit me out.
You gonna choke, and spit me out.
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Frosty Pink Skies
03:40
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Cut me down, I will be the wood, the blaze, the fire hottest. Paper, you're the painter, your desire, your pain on me, I want it. My roots, they're tangled. Don't trip, I'm the tree your climbing.
I'm the tree you're climbing.
The skies are frosty pink, they're lighting up my lashes. Looking up at you, into my dark eyes you are crashing. Tires crunching against the snow, driving fast, driving past words blinking in the cold. Motel, oh tell, tell these lights to figure out who they are.
Cut me down I will be the wood, the blaze, the fire hottest. Paper, you're the painter, your desire, your pain on me, I want it. My roots, they're tangled. Don't trip, I'm the tree you're climbing.
I'm the tree you're climbing.
Your quiet icy blue eyes send warmth through my bristled spine. White rays slice the shadows, soothing scars I cannot hide. I am one if there ever was a reason to explore. The adventure begins, you found the door, you might as well come in.
The sun of spring is here, the light falls softly on your features. Your beauty's hypnotizing, an aphrodisiac, a dream. You're making me lose my mind, I'd rather lose it now than later. The adventure begins, you found the door, you might as well come in.
Cut me down, I will be the wood. The blaze, the fire hottest. Paper, you're the painter, your desire, your pain on me, I want it. My roots, they're tangled, don't trip, I'm the tree you're climbing.
I'm the tree you're climbing.
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Miku Daza Burlington, Vermont
Strange. Dark. Electrifying. Miku Daza is the queen of nightmare pop. The devilishly charming carnival rocker’s debut EP, It’s a Fairy Tale, explores love as a disease- an alien infestation that consumes from within. Wild and untamed, her music is a cotton candy fever dream. Her live performance, a twinkling wind-up music box, full of surprises, grungy despair, and frenetic punk fury. ... more
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