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For fans of nine inch nails, tool, nirvana, sonic youth, faith no more, tomahawk, led zeppelin, pink floyd, melvins,
Mannequin is an independent, experimental, industrial rock band. My music has been described as dark & disturbing, but simultaneously beautiful and honest. Full of revenge for scornful lovers, as well as disgust, self loathing, and regret. The debut album, "Denial Fixation" was finished in 2002. "Straining the Retina" is a concept album started in 2002, and although never officially released, the songs have slowly been surfacing in different forms. "Worn" is the current album for the songs I'm releasing now. I'm looking at releasing it physically and/or digitally later this year. Also see my page on myspace:
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Peak #2,358
Peak in subgenre #109
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Kevin Wheeler
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Kevin Wheeler
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November 18, 2004
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another meal of tv and hate at the table of god, grease-filled slop chemically, poison me, with your prosessed food and substances, which you promised to rebuke and then swear, to the camera's piercing, exploiting, and starring eye that such a horrible monstrosity, could never exist how does it taste? when your mouth moves quicker than your brain rising tension you spill at the seams leaking lies and dreams ruin your life with super-realistic ideals of pain and strife the sensitive touch of caressing lies eases the mind stimulating a crutch talk to me backwards so i can understand why we'd rather blink than have to see where we stand deal with the truth how does it taste? when your mouth moves quicker than your brain, rising tension you spill at the seams leaking lies and dreams ruin your life with super-realistic ideals of profit, beauty, pain and strife kiss your mother's feet before slipping it in disclosing your sin the only path to happiness is a life of S.I.D.s. another meal of tv and hate at the table of god, (fucking) grease-filled slop chemically, poison me, with your prosessed food and substances, which you promised to rebuke and then swear, to the camera's piercing, exploiting, and starring eye that such a horrible monstrosity, i could never exist how does it taste? when your mouth moves quicker than your brain rising tension you spill at the seams leaking lies and dreams ruin your child's life with super-realistic ideals of profit, beauty, pain and strife (and now look what's become of him - me) he has fleas he can't sneeze he can't breath, you're fucking holding him down, forcing him down you're on me you're in me feel me scream force it in you're my sin you're in me feel me scream
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