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Death Drive

by American Slang

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1.
Holy Roller 03:53
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
2.
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
3.
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?
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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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released May 22, 2020

Produced and Mixed by Chris Galvez
Additional Production by Steve Carey
Mastered by Alan Douches

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Rob Henriksen
Adam Bevel
Aaron Kubisak
Chris Prunotto
Tyler Grier
Hunter Borchardt

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