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Tooth Over Claw
03:13
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Avarice, pumps his heart,
Foul blood runs gold.
Never enough,
More to be sold.
No more, no more,
This ends tonight.
We feast, drink deep,
Revolt in sight.
No way to break out, no way to win.
Saving yourself, saving your skin.
Servce grasping hand, fear pending mob,
Hand over fist, tooth over claw.
Bloated with self import,
Garnished with fear,
White eyes, widening,
Terror draws near.
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Unblooded
02:30
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A two-bit crook,
In a three-piece suit,
A thirsty tongue,
Searches for a boot.
Given up, given in,
Rack 'em up, by their skin.
And I know I can't be saved,
I've made my bed I've made my grave.
Where have you gone?
No spine, no tongue.
I never thought,
I'd cave this hard.
Promises bought,
Sold by the yard.
Unblooded, Doombound,
Mayor of my own ghost town.
Broke every promise, that I've made
To myself, I'm my vice's slave.
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Cliffracer
02:56
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We've gone, too far, I'm done.
We failed, the monsters won.
What will, it take, to rise,
From this rest built on lies.
So sick of counting on nothing.
Among the din and the frothing.
We'll never learn, not trying,
Only drawing breath to spite dying.
Don't stop me.
Don't tell me what I want or what I need.
Spite drives me.
It's all I have it's everything to me,
You're never gonna change my mind.
You can't tell me that things are they way they were meant to be.
You can't tell me that this is the best that we have.
You can't tell me you're happy to wallow in apathy.
Stand for something or stand aside let the wave pass.
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Swarm
02:36
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They died in glen and glade,
Their blood our future made.
Still here, can't bury it, still here.
We owe nothing to the past,
No debt no pound of flesh,
Still here, can't bury us, still here.
Yet you think that your forefather's wishes had planned for this,
Yet you cling to the hate that's been tempered by time.
You usurper, thieves of progress,
Sum of all that you claim fosters distress,
We'll push forward united in spite of your spite.
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Hive
01:43
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6. |
Engines to Dust
04:47
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Foot to the floor,
Breakneck hands aching for more.
Deaf to the sirens,
Decadent silence.
Never say Die.
Never back down or they'll feast on what's mine.
Abandon the fort and unhand what you thought was your destiny.
(Ran out of sand.)
We don't have much time,
So long we lost sight of the line.
Run out of time.
Shameless and proud.
Stoic when facing the crowd.
Flash without sound.
When you bury me, pray not far from my home,
Live through war and strife,
Dead under stars and stone.
Savour it, savour it,
Feed your Engines, till they grind to dust.
Savour it, savour it,
Air thick as blood, thick as thieves of trust.
Savour it, savour it,
We've been forewarned and warned, glad embrace of death.
Savour it, savour it,
Headfirst into the hell of the heating death.
Deserved and delivered, fitting punishment.
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Crash
04:50
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Forever stalling under gaze of unfaltering eyes.
Forever stalling, can't choose what mountain to climb.
Unmoving, unwavering poise,
Facing the chaos, fettered by choice,
Bound.
Unmatched and unshakeable fear,
Weighed down by too many bearings to bear,
Bound.
My feet are frozen, despite the kiss of the flame.
Trapped in amber, from the inside it all looks the same.
The road will have it's say.
Fate will have it's way.
That long, winding road,
I swear I've never been so cold.
Gotta pick a mountain.
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8. |
The Drowning
03:21
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Too much, too much of the chalice by far, too much.
Don't wait, for me, catch you boys at the bar, don't wait.
Empty chest and empty glass,
I'm not in hell yet but I'm treading the path,
Scenic route but terrified to open my eyes.
It's how we cope but it doesn't take,
Hundreds of us buried in the wake,
We're all sick the same, we're all sick the same.
Downbeat, the only thing in my head, downbeat,
Don't speak, or it might happen again, don't speak.
Drown me,
In the floodlights,
In the glamour,
In the sound.
Blur it all away,
Another problem,
Another round.
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Vehemence
05:39
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Vehemence pounds against my breast.
Cage of bone in an ancient war chest.
My mind, the chaos, of venom and bile,
Vision in crimson, falling in style.
Clouded skies and clouded thoughts,
Can't see the cliff since we fell from the top,
Racing blindly just to kill the heat,
Wringing my hands, wringing my neck, so damn weak.
Light your own way.
Demons to pay.
Shallow breaths and setting sun,
Fallow fields and man made scum.
Laid to rest in the beds we've made,
Never complacent, always depraved.
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