Hot Beaver - Static Matter

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High Society

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Wait there in line
Give the bitty to the cream, a sacrifice
To the rich a first child, the bloody body
Of a beast, a feast makes the leech happy (happy)

Discount god. Sad clone of a dream. A whore
To a fantasy. Get ready cunt
Rich daddy can’t bail you out of this one

Ref.: Give me a reason, a reason
Oh boy I'm right there, don't you stop
A stake through the face seems apt for a bloodsucker
Yeah well, I’m not a nice guy buddy

Oh well you’re not the first fag
To reckon to have found a price tag on me.
Think I’m anybody. I’m not anybody.
I’m the Boogeyman straight from under your bed.

Hard up whore. Bad joke on a meme. A slave.
To a fallacy. Get ready punk.
Rich daddy can’t bail you out of this one

Buddy...
You failed to back this up
You suck!

Hot Beaver - High Society

Hot Beaver - Feed The Machine

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// We're Hot Beaver. This is our first EP. It's free! Download and get the word out there.

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Cellophane

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Seeing the holy silver lining
Had, gloomy and decayed
An unnatural lonely feeling
Overcomes me. Now I see
It's feeding time

Ref.: You just wasting time like I do? 
Or do you allways make it count?
This but entropy, in a jar of leeches
Oh, you make me hate myself

Rouse by noises of bereavement
I gaze through the cellophane
To this brute we are but victuals
Back to sleep now I hear
It's feeding time

Ref.

It’s feeding time.
Decay into the void. Get away into the void.
Get away.

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