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    "Fever"genre: Darkwave
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    Hard Industrial Danceable Very NIN meets Sisters
    CD: "...God And The Abyss"   Label: Iconflux
    Credits: Bitter Grace

    Story Behind the Song
    This song deals with the Club Scene and the Social Strata that determines the order of the food chain.

    Also entwined with the Thomkins Square Riots of 88... Downtown NYC became a DMZ.

    Lyrics
    Feeling like Pigpen In a pig's den
    I'm watching all the cops fake the new Zen
    Panic in the park every now and then
    Slither and Gleam into the scene
    I'm just another dog in this temple obscene
    with a liquid prayer and a beautiful dream
    Fever, Fever - Spit, Spit Love
    Tell me what you dream of
    maybe I can get you some
    Roger Mother Glory this is Alpha
    Tango I'm 10 kliks Echo to
    Whiskey from the scene
    locking on target -- Hot to Trot.
    ....Oh yeah baby, ...Engaged
    Projected fronts and animate defenses
    Thirsty eyes that are highly offensive
    Words to dazzle your senses.
    And I poke - - -
    A sea of youth and pale, pale faces
    Tragic Christians with Pagan traces
    Tonight I hunger for one, Just one
    - - - - - - Maybe I can get you off
    ...Oblivion
    A bottle of wine and a thousand kisses
    The killer line that never misses
    Kamikaze shots into the double digits
    Revel in the moment as she glistens
    Little by little she begins to dip,
    Little by little her defenses trip.
    As I race my tongue across her lips
    In a hundred years it won't mean a thing
    Dust to dust and Ashes to ashes
    I can cure your love with thirteen heavy lashes
    Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
    I will cure your love with thirteen lashes
    With my dirty hands I grope your mind
    And with my dirty hands I make you mine
    Mother Glory Target is locked -
    Birds away!
    .... We have good Kill, Good Kill.

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