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The Dillinger Escape Plan
The Dillinger Escape Plan


Background information
Origin Morris Plains, New Jersey, U.S.
Genre(s) Experimental Metal
Mathcore
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) Relapse Records
Season of Mist
Associated acts Coheed and Cambria
Starkweather
Mike Patton
Stolen Babies
Website Website
Members
Ben Weinman
Liam Wilson
Greg Puciato
Jeff Tuttle
Billy Rymer
Former members
Dimitri Minakakis
Derek Brantley
John Fulton
Brian Benoit
Paul D'Elia
James Love
Adam Doll
Jeff Wood
Chris Pennie
Gil Sharone



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The Dillinger Escape Plan Album


Calculating Infinity (09/28/1999)
09/28/1999
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*#.. (instrumental)
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Calculating Infinity (instrumental)
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Weekend Sex Change (instrumental)
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what rounding out breaks
the silent barrier
waiting and waiting
can i pick your modest waste
i expect no more than
DID I STUTTER
DID I STUTTER
DID I STUTTER
simple regret
yeah, take a bow
you deserved
yeah, eat shit
you earned it
life would be so much better
if you did not exist
and god bless you fucking queen
what pawns
we have become
in this bland
little play:
sugar.coated,sour.


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i smell that whore
bring me back
bring me a brick
take my bottle
and break it
pour it all out
i pushed you too far
self absorb that pity
i want to knock you off your horse
i just feel it
everything's fine
spit on yourself
you're so beautiful
crack and chip off
like the sun won't
shine
down
take your medicine like a champ
while that sting can last a million years
self absorb that utopia
so bad
i just feel it


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jim fear has done it again
alfresco slapsticked
foam mouth sunshine
slash her and bash her porno freak
throw another crap cake on the stove, jimmy
the flaming hermit
the lonely fool
a staged and natural bliss
so flip the page
and lock your door
or have you finished


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*#..

[No lyrics]

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and now i'll hang my skin
this skin
transparent words of sin
my love so sweet
your name loos so good distorted
like that
scrape off some skin
revealing...crud
an hour before
i'm walking throught the rain
and scrathcing on her window screen
i've come to cut cupid's heart out
i've come to take your breath AWAY
sundripped devil scratched out my eyes
break the door down
knock the door down
angel i can't let you in


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soft, soft fade
circled around
turn loose goodbye
switch off
no attempt to look failure is king
are we ready
close those lips
try to lose me 3 more time
HUSH BABY NOW DON'T SAY A WORD
(total fucking chaos)
6:53 and where are you?
run home, run far
throw your face in a pillow
scream out what you can't
fix that makeup cover your tracks
yeah your an angel
avoiding what games, games to play
was it "less or more or more or less"
coward
wisk away the fear
clear the air
clear the air and slide
closer to the edge
say good night
final curtain call
switch off, goodbye


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that lashed right on the head of the nail
a thousand years
it was the last moment
figured it out
how the honey burns
figured it out
stick on me so sweet
decoy this crap
hide this broken boy
decoy your crap
fuck you cause i've rotted
i've broken down
i'm that kid
so naive
bet it all
i
just lost
the whole thing
just lost
it all
sing us plenty
Lyricscover me baby
red for money
proves it's phony
red for money
proves it's phony
so step right up
you won that prize
i've rotted
i lost the house
i bet it all
i've lost the whole thing
bet the whole thing


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Calculating Infinity

[No lyrics]

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the chain linked fence
surrounds the feeble child
gag your mouth
to hear sweet melodies
lifted your hand to swing
to swing the chair
pounding my brain
love her and tell her
fuck her and smell her
don't fall for it
don't fall for me
fall child
just one more thing
kiss my lips and make me fly
i told you not to fall for it
kiss my lip and make me fly!


. . .

Weekend Sex Change

[No lyrics]

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fill holes
dig holes
forever
gazing at backdoors
for once in a life
it's coming in
inspired by our attraction
what we smell
bitter sweet pleasure
one phone call
one fine line of prison
the walk
the smell
the spoiled
backdoor honey
please come home
such a shame to throw away
don't you fucking spill it
avoid that the best feeling possible
(yes we do obsess)


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