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Genghis Thrash Khan
02:27
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We watch our sun burn,
'til it explodes.
We keep our passions in our heads,
Until they erode.
The castles are falling, they crash through the heavens,
Shredding the clouds in the sky.
Impending disaster, nothing grows faster,
Than the guilt of the kings in disguise.
Our skin holds us in 'til we're ready to burst,
We stifle our passions for all that we're worth.
Now that I'm married to death in her church,
Pronounce me a martyr for better or worse.
We watch our sun burn,
Until it explodes.
We keep our passions,
Locked down below.
We’re on fire, but we’re cold as ice,
We place ourselves upon the pyre as a sacrifice.
And we burn.
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Cinders
03:14
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We want the same things,
Rushing forth and pushing through; it blinds me.
Would you fall from the beaten path,
With tired eyes and broken hands?
My heart is tethered to the skyline of the great divide,
We'll fly the banner for disaster without knowing why.
My heart is tethered to the sky. (x4)
I won't regret these years to come.
This past year's burned a hole in me,
Sulphur fumes, every breath I breathe.
My cinder heart has ceased to beat,
You stoked the flames beneath my feet.
These soles, cut to flesh and bone,
Downtrodden by this debt I owe myself,
Won't be burned again,
I swear I won't be burned again.
Charcoal veins, we bleed the same,
New light, blunt memories remain.
Tight chest, distress,
Homebound, I've got nothing left.
Cease fire, grand flames,
Ransacked souls, we're all the same.
Gutterlung, unsung,
I won't regret these years to come.
I won't regret these years to come.
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N.O.V.A.
05:48
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I’m in a tomb of companions,
I pray the walls are thick enough to block out the bile.
I’m consumed by blindness,
The vultures claw at the ground, talons torn to the bone.
Block out,
The sun,
Block out.
I won’t,
Get dragged,
Back to the fields of war.
My body’s burnt and left for dead,
I’ll sleep amongst my dying friends.
I’m rooted down, I’m rooted down beneath the ground.
Smothered in earth we’ve made our beds,
In this crypt of dirt, we lay our heads.
And I pray, I pray I won’t go back again.
Our souls are trampled by a king without a crown,
I’ll lead by example; I’ll run this world into the ground.
My body’s burnt and left for dead,
I’ll sleep amongst my dying friends.
I’m rooted down, I’m rooted down beneath the ground.
Smothered in earth we’ve made our beds,
In this crypt of dirt, we lay our heads.
And I pray, I pray I won’t go back again.
Skies shatter; we come to a halt,
Ash falls; the sun’s burning out.
We run for cover, make our homes from the corpse of the land.
We have never been so resilient,
As when the embers burned through our skin.
Now we can burn, hand in hand,
As darkness closes in.
(I pray I won’t go back again)
Don’t set your sights,
Don’t set your sights to North.
Because beyond our graves, the world is torrid, scarred and scorched.
I pray I won’t go back again.
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