1. |
Holy Roller
03:53
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I was struck blind
So something could move in me
Dark or Divine
It still remains to see
Trace back these veins
Learn the history
To find the origin of this misery
Call It A Takeover
We'll call it Rock and Roll
Walk with the Devil to keep a higher price
On my soul
The hounds of heaven
Would kill me where I stand
Between Messiah
And the Gospel of the dead
Reclaim the spear
That pierced His side
And use it to gouge out
His all seeing eyes
If my Creator isn't broken and bleeding
Then how the fuck am I in his image
You've got the shot
You'd better gun it
Cause when I get to hell
I'm gonna run it
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2. |
The Old Razzle Dazzle
02:21
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Working backwards from bastards
Second hand regurgitating
Nostalgia for cowards
Descended from pioneers
And swallowing garbage
There is no new black
We've never been the same
We are the cancer
You'll know our fucking name
No spiritual surrender
With spines on the floor
Bottom feeding diety
I want more
No sound
No fury
Not signifying shit
All the great artists are dead
And you'll live forever
Get Fucked
Die Slow
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3. |
Julius Seizure
04:03
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Never had much rhythm
But had plenty of blues
What's the value of a soul
When God don't talk to you?
what's the value of playing the same song
Over and over again?
When at the end of the night you'll still
Die in someone else's bed
So roll the dice on life support
Burn yourself to stay warm
Tighten your belt for them until you choke
Starve yourself to fill their plate
Beg for scraps to feed their hate
They're all laughing and you're the fucking joke
Never had much rhythm
But had plenty of blues
Beware when the well fed righteous
Point the finger at you
Pay no mind to the rings that you've kissed
Fight tooth and nail for your right to exist
I know the dice are loaded
I know the deck is stacked
I know the worst shit never happens behind your back
I know nothing trickles down
I know the deals they made
I know they should have every reason to be afraid
They declare war on you
So what the fuck are you gonna do?
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4. |
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Here I am
Back from the styx
Here to let you know that
Death wouldn't stick
So where will I be when the devil comes to collect
And he's learned of my habit of bouncing checks
Til the last man
Til the last breath
We'll be conquered by nothing
Not even death
I will bow to no one
On this side or the next
Here I am
Back from the styx
Left more on the other side
Than I'd care to admit
So where will I be when the devil comes to collect
And I've learned to love this noose
Around my neck
The Devil's hands
They make me do the Devil's work
Infected how I measure
Just Animals
With the illusion of control
Music can't save my mortal soul
From the sun
The Sun
The Sun
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5. |
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In a world of Stockholm Saints
I have this Sinners Syndrome
Coursing through my veins
If something's in there
Knock twice
Cast off your shell
And walk into the light
No Bark
No Bite
Only the gnashing of false teeth
Against dying light
Take my ribs
Take my heart
Take my bones
All I'm asking
Is for some proof I'm not here
All alone
If there's something in there
Knock twice
Cast off your skin
And walk into the Night
There's nothing in there
But loaded dice
Heaven and Hell
Are Equally Bright
Letters sent
To Latter Saints
What good is a cure for an unknowable pain?
Letters sent
To Latter Saints
What good is a cure with one foot in the grave?
You destroy what You can't control
All I feel is Nothing
And to Nothing
We'll Return
Life leaves us empty
But in death
We'll be whole
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6. |
Mission Accomplished
02:28
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Swear I've heard
These drums before
You dance lock step
To a beat you never forgot
And how many times did I hear you all swear
Never again
Never Again
Black Sky
Bled Dry
You'll wash your hands
As you twist the knife
Blank eyes
Lost time
You'll face the end
And wonder why
How many deserts will we raze
In the name of an unquenchable thirst
How many bodies across the horizon
Will make you see we're the curse
And how many times did I hear you all swear
Never again
Never again
Spent a generation at war
Reaping now safety
Only unspeakable horror
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7. |
Sacrifice Zone
03:19
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We are the wolves at your back
The All American heart attack
The kids you forgot about
Didn't forget you
We are the wolves at your back
In the valley of the blind
The one eyed man reigns supreme
Infinite cellular division
Until we find our new king
Don't let your empty pockets tell you
You've got no friends
Because we've always been a means
To their ends
Entitled only to their original sins
Silence the Silent Majority
Thin line the thin blue line
Until every prison burns empty
Until they pay for their crimes
We are the wolves at your back
The All American heart attack
The kids you forgot about
Didn't forget you
We are the wolves at your back
When everything comes crashing down
Let this be the final sound
The kids you forgot about
Didn't forget you
We are the wolves at your back
There's no heaven
There's no hell
I'm a rabid dog
Put me down
There's no salvation coming
There's none that we deserve
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It's the end of days
It's the shadow of Rome
In the calm between the crash
We build our homes
If just the air was more poison
We could finally choke
A suicide attempt on two legs
A living reminder of the end of days
A funeral march without the hearse
Proof that it gets fucking worse
Born Ready
Born to Die
Born to Lose
Born to Survive
Rumored salvation
Exaggerated at best
But I found shelter
In the Shadow of death
We better become that city on the hill soon
because we're minutes from being underwater
Place coins on both of your eyes
In the end that's all they had to offer
Cut each other open for safety
but there's never enough blood for the altar
It's Just You
And Your Anger
And Your Hope
That this world can give you more
Than just a rope
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9. |
Self-Inflicted
05:16
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I was a quiet kid
Bit the insides til I bled
Let the words die in my mouth
Loved imagination
Loved other worlds
Anywhere not be with myself
Other people confused me
And isolation didn't help
Until mental crept slowly but surely
And the other kids they could tell
An easy target
A cheap shot
Until depression and vitriol finally made a shell
A devil to protect what little was left of me
And he protected it well
But you make deals with the devil
You never hear about what he sells
Open my veins
Bring a gun to school
That's the only way out
But I fought of those urges
I drowned out those voices
I made a place in a world of fake peace
That you only broke me for war in
I exist in a vision of hell
Forced to inflict pain on others
To feel less pain myself
I learned to recognize the teeth in a smile
before the lips could move
I learned how to slit your throat
Before you entered the room
I learned to live by having empathy
Bled out of me by you
The only impulse left was
Cut them before they cut you
I don't know where I got the impression
That this world gives a shit
It's just pain
And a grave
And what you take between it
I can hear the devil calling again
"Son make up your mind soon"
"Either kill yourself or don't"
"Boy you better cut yourself before they cut you"
It's just you
And your anger
And your hope
That this world can give you more than just a rope
And a promise for a chair
Kick it out and leave you swinging there
It's just you
And your anger
And your hope
Death Drive
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