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Old Rope
02:15
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You give off violence like a storm brews
(RAIN DOWN ON ME)
So sick of hiding your abhorred views
(SO SICK, SO SICK)
It’s time for check-mate as this game ensues
(ALWAYS THE SAME)
Played by the leeches and the dead dudes
(RAIN DOWN ON ME)
Hands that fight, teeth that bite, wolves at night.
Always the same, never we replace, change your face.
Envy, always, envy,
Rain down on me…Sinking boat!
Give money for old rope
(MEANS NOTHING, MEANS NOTHING TO ME)
Give money for old rope
(MEANS NOTHING, MEANS NOTHING TO ME)
Give money for old rope
(YEAH, YEAH, YEAH)
Give money, give money, give-give-give-give-give money.
You give off violence like a storm brews
(RAIN DOWN ON ME)
So sick of hiding your abhorred views
(SO SICK, SO SICK)
It’s time for check-mate as this game ensues
(ALWAYS THE SAME)
Played by the leeches and the dead dudes
Rain down on me.
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2. |
Fair Fight
02:14
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The radio waves will educate us
Of all the horror that can befall us
Every day they fill the air with torture
Forgotten ways, shelter your sons and daughters
This is the life we never knew
Hiding all your enemies in view
They will take and give nothing to you
Now it’s only tearing you in two
I wanted a fair fight
I wanted to live this life remote
But it pulled me back
and the words we’re never spoke.
This depth of solitude is further than we had hoped but all my fears are back to tie the rope.
I hate suburbia so I will leave when I can
And get back to basics
In a barren fucking land.
No way
We will never go
No, we will never go
x2
Fair Fight / Leave this life
Fair Fight / Leave this life
I wanted a fair fight
I wanted a fair fight
Leave this life.
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3. |
Sink Ship. Sink!
01:31
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See we’ve always been the same
Find you’re own way through this maze,
We search for the liars
Hunt them til’ they tire.
Set course for the battle you seek
Run steadfast
Stay back from the enemy ship
Keep distance
Breach when they’re getting weak
Strike at last
Strike at last
Run steadfast
Strike at last
We carry all our burdens
We carry everything
We run forwards uncertain
Choices that we take
Sink Ship!
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4. |
Berkowitz
02:44
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Crestfallen shadows of man
(WE ARE THE BLOOD RECEIVERS)
Palms open waiting for the damned
(BRING BACK THE DEAD BELIEVERS)
Black crescent in my hand
I am the Son of Sam
(STEEPLES FOR TRUE CULT LEADERS)
This is a call to Arms with words that can invoke
Deep fear when you read them
The last one who did never spoke.
For all these troubled years
The rut of discontent
Is no more a path of virtue
For which we repent.
Crestfallen shadows of man
(WE ARE THE BLOOD RECEIVERS)
Palms open waiting for the damned
(BRING BACK THE DEAD BELIEVERS)
Black crescent in my hand
I am in the Son of Sam
(STEEPLES FOR TRUE CULT LEADERS)
Where we do we go when we leave today?
Always complain when we mean to stay:
Never alone / Buried alive
6 VICTIMS
A man an a gun
6 VICTIMS
Are holding on
6 VICTIMS
Are waiting to feed
6 VICTIMS
Determined by teeth
6 VICTIMS
Who wanted more
6 VICTIMS
Are on the floor
6 VICTIMS
Will never be freed.
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Face in the dark!
Prey, for the perfect moment.
Never to go
This place will freeze in motion.
Terrain that holds
The secrets of misfortune
The search is on to find the one
Who tortured the disappeared.
Fire Walk With Me!
The owls are not what they seem
We drift into a dream
A nightmare in a town with Peaks.
They say she never made it?
I think they talk too much.
So here lies Laura Palmer
Frozen to the touch.
This is a deadly tale
A game she cannot win.
No looking back the realist
She will endure your sins.
God give me the strength
To make it through the night
The owls will descend
And expose THE LIES!
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6. |
Lead For Brains
02:26
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My name is Iron Tongue
They call me Venom Kiss
I drink the poison in the hope it kills the blood
(BLOOD)
From my damaged wrists.
Slice through another vein
A claret trails streaks down my shaking claws
With each cut the weakness stops
And hawk eyes awaits the final drop
As we wait for crimson floods upon this floor
With an iron tongue, a venom kiss and serpent’s claw.
Iron Tongue
Venom Kiss
Serpent Claw
Final Drop
She settled down and searched for the pit
Defied over it and sifts through the shit of now
We’re only turning down
For Iron Tongue’s kiss to the ground
And the claws come break us down.
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7. |
Cost Of Living
01:50
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Worthless.
Love lost.
What cost?
This is worthless.
No more purpose?
“DOWN THIS!”
Can’t make anything
If you have nothing to give
Or the tools to believe
In the place we deceive.
Now I’m sitting here
Waiting for the clear
No new routes to take
So few minds to break
So we sit in wake
Of the mess we made.
Worthless ones of Thee Callous Sons.
Love lost.
What cost?
This is worthless.
No more purpose?
“DOWN THIS!”
Take by default!
Never gonna settle
For what we have to leave
My mind is over-raged!
Take by default!
This is down the road
There’s nowhere for to go
A fortitude of Love
Take by default!
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8. |
Maths, Maths, Maths.
01:37
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Please dispose
Of your waste
Keep in mind
The space it takes
Please refrain from leaving seats
The end is near the dead will speak.
Too much ignorance is bliss
Fight the masses with clenched fists.
With clenched fists!
He made his riches now this place is overrun by fools.
No fairness in this country every suckers bending rules.
You can’t afford the upkeep?
(HEY)
You pay back every pound
Reluctant owners, homeless, sleeping on the ground.
You’ve got the money
To save the world
But you just keep it
To save yourself
SAVE
YOUR
SELF
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I won’t give anything
And I won’t feel ashamed
No friend to me you’ll be
Only yourself to blame.
We’ve got a habit
Still standing strong
Run like a target!
You just play dead in the mornings
With your own feeble lives
The way you live ain’t working
This is your suicide.
This is the wrong way down!
Running along this is the wrong way
Making your waves when we all felt so strong
Losing control this is the wrong way.
Riding along this the wrong way now
Making them waves this is the wrong way
Losing control
This is the dead way.
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