Operation Hypocrite E​.​P.

by Die So Fluid

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released June 6, 2001

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Die So Fluid London, UK

Die So Fluid are a dark-hearted alternative rock band fluidly combining the muscle of metal with the angular cheekbones of post-punk.
Led by ex-pat-in Los Angeles Grog, the London based band are currently writing and recording their new album 'One Bullet From Paradise' slated for release early 2017.
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Track Name: Operation Hypocrite
I hate myself when I submit
To mind games when it's me who invented it
Your confession is my gift
In my world you don't exist

I can't laugh
I can't cry
I'm just a statue with a disgusted mind
Stricken sick to recognize
Your methods cos they used to be mine

I'll see your kind
Demystified
Expose your core
Rotting and sore

Ruin Your Power Trip
Try to make sense of it
Operation Hypocrite
The facts don't fit

Run your finger down your list
You knew it was wrong but you couldn't resist
Always thinking with your slit
You should have known I could see through your shit

No conscience, no shame
You play dumb but the truth is plain
Thirteen tattooed on your brain
It drifts in, the disease with no name

I see your kind
Demystified
Expose your core
Rotting and sore

Ruin Your Power Trip
Try to make sense of it
Operation Hypocrite
The facts don't fit
The facts don't fit
The facts don't fit

Facts don't fit
Facts don't fit

Stricken sick to recognize
Your methods cos they used to be mine

Ruin Your Power Trip
Try to make sense of it
Operation Hypocrite
The facts don't fit

Ruin Your Power Trip
Try to make sense of it
Operation Hypocrite
The facts don't fit
The facts don't fit
The facts don't fit
The facts don't fit
The facts don't fit
The facts don't fit
The facts don't fit
Track Name: Hard Feelings
You've got two lies for every story
Two lies for each of your seeds
Your wisdom's just a deception
Well I hope you're pleased

I was too young
To understand
Well not for long
Now that feeling's gone

You lost the right
To tell me what you think
Ripped up my clothes
And called me whore
I'm not seeking approval
Your special help no more

I was too young
To understand
Well not for long
Now that feeling's gone

Sleeping, screaming, wounds aren't healing
Bind them up to seal it in
No hard feelings

You want a saint
But I'm schizophrenic
Hiding my flaws
To make you proud
But they stab like splinters
So I'm digging them out

I was too young
To understand
Well not for long
Now that feeling's gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone

Bind them up to seal it in
No hard feelings
Track Name: Hedonist
I'm hedonist
And your name's next on my list
Kiss like a fist
My grip tightens when you twist

Shame never enters my mind
I'm just taking what's mine

Circle of smoke
Wrapped like lips around a roach
Throw me some rope
And I'll swing until you choke

Shame never enters my mind
I'm just taking what's mine

These hunger pains
Are forcing me to kill again
'till my soul is stained
I don't feel real
Am I insane
Insane

All I adore
Soon becomes a tiresome bore
Shoot you to score
Leave you bleeding
On the floor

Shame never enters my mind
I'm just taking what's mine
What's mine
Track Name: Concealed Machine
Everyone destroys the thing they love
But with you I thought I could lay disease to rest
Stop trying to put love to the test
My demons refuse to be second guessed

No life support machine

I don't need prozac or blind faith
To reconstruct a world that's safe
How many moments lost in fear of pain
Just teardrops falling in rain

No life support machine
I get so sick of the things I feel
Scratching the surface to get to what's real
I won't be part of your sad concealed machine
Machine, machine, machine

Your concealed machine

I get so sick of the things I feel
(Concealed machine)
Scratching the surface to get to what's real
(Concealed machine)
I won't be part of your sad concealed machine
Machine, machine, machine