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To The Bone
03:26
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They scour
scour through the lunch room
“What the fuck are these legumes?”
“We won’t sink our sharpened teeth
in this tissue!”
“We kill and eat our feeble prey.
right to the bone”
They cower
cower at the thought of it
All the bovine throats being slit
“Those uneducated dimwits!”
“End the suffering, we pray.
Right to the bone.”
They clamour
A clamour thats perpetual
A he said-she-said-they-said cyclone
Ignoring all who see them as prey
Right to the bone.
But now it’s much too much too late
They gorge
gorge until they swell
A sick, twisted legion from the depths of hell
“The cannibals are here to stay!”
He screams from his skull-bound throne
“The ones who fight will surely pay!”
“Right to the bone”
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2. |
Treasure Chester
03:53
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Treasure Chester
Frozen skies of plum
Hazy memories
Searching for the ones
Who claimed their victories
They won’t see me from behind
Trekking through the snow
Life is on the line
Fire burns aglow
They feast and drink their wine
I’ll be waiting in the pines
Silently
Sharpening
Twist the knife
I’ll take what’s mine
C: What gives you the right?
To take these here treasures
From the very few that have survived
There’s no pride in war after war
I’m no white knight
In this icy paradox
I know the true meaning of fight or flight
I choose fight
I will loot them all
Beyond these frozen shores
I will never thaw
Corruption wins the war
Stash them in the polar brine
Silently
Stifling
hold your breath
I’ll take what's mine
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3. |
Ghost
03:28
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Ghost
Your breath is expired
Your eyes are like ice
Your soul has retired
We took your advice
That’s how I’ll always remember you
Frozen in time
And goodbye too
Leave me alone. Sleep with my ghost
Leave me alone. Sleep with my ghost
Your time has come
Forget what you did
Each day in the mirror
I have to face it
Captured frustration
He let me take the blame
This was her one and only life
Not some cruel game
That's how I’ll always remember you
Frozen in time
And goodbye too
Leave me alone. Sleep with my ghost
Leave me alone. Sleep with my ghost
Spidered and Spread. Infecting the host
Not til you're dead, will we miss you most
Leave me alone. Sleep with my ghost
Sleep Now
Some How
For good
Sleep Now
Some How
For Good
Sleep Now
Some How
For Good
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4. |
Chromatoast
04:28
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Chromatoast
I’m not prepared for the climb
My time ran out
In the daylight
Now I must fulfill
My given birthright
I’m not prepared for the climb
Like the grasshopper dancing on summer nights
I thought I was biding my time
But the ants are in the right
The mountain will erupt if I don’t free myself and escalate
My luxury has been unpaid in spades
With spears they point me up the trail into my sacrificial tomb
Will my spirit loom?
Those prepared for
Future twilight
Will not suffer.
Oh the hindsight.
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5. |
Your Mind Is Gold
03:44
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“There is no glass at all”
So drink your fill
right before the squall
He’ll take down one and all
Sink our ship
With all the weight you hold
Your cannonball
shoots ideas and takes them under your control
Your mind of gold
Soon you will find yourself alone
Captain of an empty kingdom
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6. |
I'll Wait For You
03:47
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WHOA Hey now girl
I’m gonna wait for you
You know that I'll wait In the morning
And the day time too
I’m gonna wait for you all my life
That’s what you’re gonna see
If you only had waited for me….
I seen three groundhogs walk this path
The grass keeps growin’
Storm done come and went today
But the wind keeps blowin’
There’s only one moss that I know about
It grows on the north side
And I’ll keep watching it rise on up
Till you come back to me
I’ll wait for you
The fly tape is cake with cigarette ash
Aint caught nothin in a long while
The stray cat struts (chasing down cicadas)
It’s been 17 years since we reconciled
My beard’s turnt grey since that fateful day
When you quit me on this front porch
And I ain’t movin from this here spot
Till you come back to me
I’ll wait for you
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7. |
Civil Storm
03:12
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Beware the extreme
Love lives somewhere in the middle
I can feel the east wind coming
The west will surely grab their pistol
Draw a line in the sand
Bury peace with every foolish rant
I can see the east wind blowing
The west will discount every chant
Level heads
End this flu before it spreads
the storm will roll
Swallowing the marrow whole
Revel’s fled
Watch your back and where you tread
Peace is done
Only til the balance overcomes
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8. |
Kick It
03:21
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She was thinkin’ bout the boy she used to prize
He only came around when the times were high
But when the goin’ got really tough
She looked around and saw that it was all a bluff
Brenda realized the boy was screwing around
A sticky, slimey player. A horny little hound.
And then the shit got really real
She kicked it off a cliff and decided to find a new deal
She said
Who’s gonna kick it?
Kick that shit with glee?
I just want someone
Who will sail the seven seas for me.
Someone who will laugh at the trouble
Pull me outta rubble that the player(hussy) piled on top of me
Kick the shit now
Kick the shit wit me
Bobby hung around this girl with polka dots
Every time she crossed the room his stomach went into knots
and when she had him for the second time
He discovered he was in a long long line.
A line of slime
He said
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9. |
Stinger
04:18
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The colony watches you
As you walk into their den
At the mercy of the frost giants
They want to feel warmth again
Cold wings hum to the rhythm
Of war drums
Deep in the catacombs
They sharpen their stingers…
The end has come
The end has come
Hostile nemeses attack
With waves of sound
Instruments of torture and affliction
So tightly wound
Broken wings shatter to the rhythm
Of the war drums
Sting your way through the harsh winter
Empty the chamber
You feel so numb
I feel so numb
We’ll wait through the frigid
Plotting, and grieving our dead
Retribution will live on
Command processing overhead
We’ll wait through the winter
Boiling a brewing our hate
Redemption will find us
Until the frost breaks……………...We wait
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Just Polished
Up My Chrome
Sun’s at high noon
I aint stayin home
Just polished
Off the beer
Gonna mount that hog
Gonna hit the road
Aint got no fear
Don't care
What you think
Gonna keep it under 55
Stay out of the clink
So what?
I stank
Papa gotta ride (Papa gotta ride!)
Papa gotta drank (papa gotta drink!)
Just finished
Up my chain
Greased it up
Stays lubed in the rain
Just finished
The last bottle
Gonna grab them handlebars
Pull back that throttle (c'mon c'mon lets go!)
Don't care
What you think
Gonna keep it under 55
Stay out of the clink
So what?
I stank
Papa gotta ride (Papa gotta ride!)
Papa gotta drank (papa gotta drink!)
Solo
Don't care
What you think
Gonna keep it over 55
Say fuck the clink
So what?
YOU stank
Papa gotta ride (Papa gotta ride!)
Papa gotta drank (papa gotta drink!)
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Today we got the news
brains are raw and bruised
Come to terms
Life wont stop preparing you
I finally found new friends
help me mend loose ends
Tonight is gone she said
Lets live on the edge
We’ll sleep when were dead
The truth always comes out
brain attached to mouth
Come to terms
Life has a way of scaring you
I finally have new friends
help me tie loose ends
Tonight im done she said
She lives on the edge
She’ll sleep when she’s dead
Step one was accepted
treatment is subjective
Come to terms
Life will not take care of you
You finally got best friends
help you burn at both ends
Tonight it’s on she said
I live on the edge
I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
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