1. |
vexed
01:28
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sever the hand that carries the torch
a prophet returned a sinner
throw the knife at the heart
of the righteous foundations
built gathering lie upon lie
this is prosperity
glaring obscurity
this is the crumbling greed
in the name of authority
pleading and begging for shelter
before the
hounds
of
war
sever the wings of the circuling vultures
who feed on the bound and the gagged
when the pillars of conscience
bear trophies of havoc
set gathering night after night
this is prosperity
glaring obscurity
this is the thunderous claim
in the name of uncertainty
the promising vow that revenge
will
have
no
bounds
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2. |
flaws
02:28
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dig dig deep
into the gold of my bones
the lead from your fangs
the weight on my spine
set to discord abuse
bring forth and wear me down
the lead from your fangs
the weight on my spine
the lead from your fangs
it weakens my jaded crown
and lacquers my soul
with the brightest crimson
the lead from your fangs
a treasure within the gold of my bones
i want to settle
void of cancer
free from corrosion
forever lifeless
and as the ghost abandons me
let these fragments of passion dwell
like buried commitment stem from the wretched
be brave beloved
and take root between the cracks on my skull
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3. |
the static
02:23
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in a room where guilt resides
blind to
dehumanize
i am the bitter taste of responsibility
i am fear of failure
i made a vicious choice
to look away hard-boiled
i am the common sense
judgmental
i am a grim blue face
like cable wires
spreading from the margin of our limbs
banded together
we are decaying daffodils
we hang our heads low
led by the sermon
we lay our loyalty in sorrow
like cable wires
spreading from the margin of our limbs
we are connected
we are decaying marionettes
we hang our heads low
led by the sermon
we lay our loyalty to miracles
this ship is sinking
these walls are caving in
to the beat of rats clawing steel
to the roar of rats gnawing coffins
to the mothers and their daughters
into early graves
and the bitter repellency
molding my intelligence
drown the mothers and drown their graves
to hell the battles with all their names
and the taste of salt
drown all hope
for the life of me
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4. |
the burden
01:56
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i’ve got five on it
and i've got five four three two one
but i sing
all the wrong songs
is it relevant
or is it useful to your cause
if i sing all the wrong words
are we committed
to formal templates
and caring chivalry
so preach by distance
or teach the immature
safe space sabotage
chasing ideas
missing contempt
out of our minds
we're out of here
if you don't dress the part
you will play the part
but rats will always be rats
plague will bring pain to the land
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5. |
latelovers / deadlovers
02:51
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keep dancing love keep dancing love
in a world of ash and dust
shun fears bright stars
alchemists turning wine into lust
straight into the morning sun
come forth wild hearts
shun fears bright stars
don't let the ghost of youth
before the river dries
for dirty kisses and crooked teeth
dirty skeletons and wet lips
with fear of heights and stage fright
you feed them cathode colors
before the embers freeze
before you put your put your eyes to sleep
for you can never end
a dream that wasn't meant to start
latelovers - deadlovers
shun fears bright future
keep dancing love
keep dancing love
before the river dries
before the embers freeze
keep dancing love
keep dancing love
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6. |
carcrasher
03:25
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i’ve been the face of deprivation
bulimic broken done
i took the offering of hurt
now there's no pride over our heads
i just want to close my eyes
take me for damaged scum
song and dance of fortitude
from a panicking heart
this mise en scène
iis living up
to its own prediction
that every picture
every song
every chance you had
and every time you felt
out of hand or out of breath
a wishful thinking suggestion to
die young and save yourselves
but we all drive our cars
through traffic lights
trophy scars
trapped inside
tragic lives
consuming time
burning carbs
burning food for thought
red means stop red means go
red means everything
but we all curse our lives
and we all punch the steering wheel
as if we could pretend
we did not bring ourselves here
cause we are not
where we thought we would be
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7. |
against all odds
03:12
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from knight sticks to knives
bright letters on armors
the symbols of power
a union of stones
we picture new riots
addressing blessed fortune
a blatant excuse
for cavemen with shields
so when the drums will call
a standoff a dead stop
all of that is to weaken
the enemy in strength
we will erase the lesson learned
a wound will soothe another wound
and chants of hope will soar
from both sides of the trenches
and daring songs will rise
along the barricade
over the ignorance of tribes
over the indifference of time
against all odds
with collapsing lungs
and broken bones
these are the words the world will carve
upon our barren monuments
death is greater than life
but love is greater
then death
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8. |
ten of swords
01:52
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in times of grief
in times of madness
in times of lunacy
in times of panic
and cruel nights
worthy of coward goodbyes
when every man destroys
everything he loves
what have you done
contending the injury
what have you done
persistent torture
what have you done
depressing burden
what have you done
cut to the quick
scapegoat and martyrs
but i am bitter blood
i am scorn and venom
for men in higher grounds
but i am calm as the water held
inside the palms of my hands
and i am trust before the rain
of the impending judgement day
but i am calm as the water held
inside the palms of my hands
and i am trust before the violence
of the oncoming downpour
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9. |
lower nature
01:41
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fierce and proud over confined reason
civilized by the forest mark
led by anger
blind to savior
bow to no one
but to myself
trade your skin with rags of grime
to the opening ceremony
misplacing our endeavor
surrendering our temper
it's the sight that shifts our hand
bends close to home
and shapes the spirit hollow
but was the pledge worth the scenery
when it took so long
for our flesh to understand
and it took so long
for our kind to realize
we are demons
of lower nature
led by anger
blind to savior
only aide
bow to none
from the cradle to the grave
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10. |
degrader
02:07
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i want my pieces back
i want to look at neon lights
and apathetic posters
marketing the damage
without self condemnation
and in the motionless recovery
recollect sweet nothing's
you trace a line over my spine
it fells estranged
it’s brittle backbone
spilling on the floor
it has the shape of mourning
and tastes like copper
it doesn't correspond
like long hair on my sweater
i want my pieces back
i want to look at neon lights
i don't want to hate this city anymore
and everyday she drags me
to the soil from the sand
and when we walk our feet
sink into the grass
i want to heal
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11. |
the bowery chamber
05:27
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out in the cold
storm that grazes skin
my feet are numb
they took us out of hell
a constant wish to say something
i barely part my lips
the road unfolds with trees
it's a curse
from here to the lowest point
this is no man's land
i can't bring to mind
the last time i stopped to catch my breath
i find shelter in scars
through ill weathers
i lighten fears
never mind the turmoils
knowing this will be over
never mind the wearing hail
knowing you won't wait for me
i can't bring to mind
t he last time i stopped to catch my breath
i find shelter in weightless days
through ill weathers
i lighten fears
grow old
grow cold
be no more
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