FRKSE Setlist live:
OAF INTRO into FOAM - Foam (Debugger)
X ONYX - Onyx (Chain)
X RAKE Rake (inst)
X SORT Sort (Defect’s Mirror)
COAX Coax ((Martin Goeke) (clutchin Shit)
X PENTA Pent (Plastic gang)
X Ink Ink (2040) (add interlude inside)
X WROTE Wrote (Rome)
X Breathe
X Fled Fled (station to stations)
Lyrics always subject to change/
Put on any speed and fail/
Foam
Run the debugger/
Run it\
Run the debugger
Run it
Run the debugger—
Run it
Friedman and Hayek
Run it
Don’t walk away,
code of silence
I had just one request/I ask you over and over
Show me/how the gods kill
Show me/how the gods kill
Run it
You’ve lost control
Showered in the heaviest stones
Heaven’s where you pay the interest
The power of prayer/
The power of prayer
A weekend at Davos
The power of prayer
A weekend at Davos
The power of prayer
Run it/
Error
Run it
Into the hallowed ground but not in my domain
—
Onyx
Of crushed beasts;
I’ve Got a chain
I’ve Got a chain
I’ve Got a chain
It’s the color of piss
I’ve Got a chain
It’s the color of piss / piss
//
I’m the best in show
\\
I got some chains
They make me feel like a wolf
I got some chains
They make me feel like a wolf
I got some chains
Yeah they’re all counterfeit, fit
But I got some chains
That make me feel like a dog, piss
Best in show
//
I did it/it was done
Sort
Just like a prayer, unanswered
I’m stepping in another realm/
Picking up another dog’s shit/
Wonder what I’ll lose myself
Driving up the price of big death
Defects in a defect’s mirror-
When I’m screaming at a wall
Makes me feel like a million Jobs
Sworn to secrecy, cold war
Defects in a defect’s mirror-
In someone else’s clothes
What’s it look like when doves cry? X2
// Your whole aura is plexiglass
What’s it look like when doves cry?
Chatbot protege incantation/dust to dust
Coax (Martin Goecke)
I saw me in a magazine-
One hand is handshake
The other is clutchin shit
This is not how I behave/
This is not how I behave
But my name’s in your mouth now
This is not how I behave/
But this is how I get paid
This is not how I behave/£
This is just my nervous strain
But This is how I get paid/
I’m trying to leave
This thread got me fucked up
I’m going circus circus
Can’t tell Nero nothing
I’ve been trying to leave
Scroll until you’re bored, burst command til war
Low effort supremacy/chutiya
Cos I saw me in a magazine
Pent
Reincarnation ideation
Cards got dealt
Quasi cadavers
Microplastic demigods/
Quasi corpses
Running from dharma/
Quasi corpses
Microplastic demigods/
Quasi corpses
Running, repent, repeat
Inside you, can you feel it, can you feel the spirit?
Doubled over in worship/
Pain is penance
Doubled over in worship
Chemo penance
Security clearance
No appetite
All anxiety lesions
Broken but never broken down
Pull the shrink wrap, hit reset
We are no one we are mirrors
//
Mutual aided destruction, redux ad nauseum
Ink (2040)
It’s the end, it’s time, time to get to heaven
The future
was open wide
The future
was open wide
Total
Mastery
Over
Everything:
Riding into death
Post lapsaria
Riding into death
On a paper steed
Riding into death
Ridden into death
a Carbonized steed
2040 stimming in fear
2040 inundation
2040 stimming in fear/
2040 Paul Dans/
Logistics, rapture
2040 stimming in fear
20-40
2040 rotisserie gold
20-40
2040 Paul Dans
2040 heaven
20-40 IMF
Actuaries go to hell
Wrote
You only did what looked good, to you+ on paper X
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I saw the glow and the rest was gone X4
I saw the glow
//
In the self check out aisle
The donation of constantine
Got you a hot seat in Rome
Wearing the garb of false
—entry
/
Chicanery chicanery chicanery
/
I should have known
You’re not a man you’re a xerox
Copy of a copy
–]
You’re not a man
You’re a god damn Gentleman’s C
And you got ahead. Chicanery chicanery chicanery
Fled
I’m alive, I’m dead
I, I want to be white
I want to be white like phosphorus in the dirt
I, I want to be totaled
Under the weight of future last rites
/
I’m dragging this weight for my physique/
I, I, I know what’s the premise
In the eleventh station
In the eleventh station
Shattered doves line the exit
/No, no turning back
To love yourself, your own worst enemy
Because I wanna be adored
Reaching perfection, bleached bones
Nothing, nothing turns me on more than peace
Nothing turns me on off more than humility
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