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Black Alley Sacrament
01:53
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preacher
open a path
creatures
assembly of one
each time
none comes through
last one
is nothing new
who are the ones with the robes
who are the ones with the book
who are the ones that died
who are the ones that count
who are the ones that left
who are the good guys now
who are we working for
who are the ones before
cursed coven callous and crass
each one lower than the last
never again
who are we meant to be
who are the ones left free
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Cultural Blight
01:52
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this smile was just dead on release
it held no significance or any worth
I keep laughing when I'm down on my knees
and write down the feeling in rhymes
it pains to question how the universe is held together
keep it going we're not going to be there forever
lying there getting warm around it all together
swimming blindly in an ocean made of screams of terror
this smile was just dead on release
it held no significance for what it's worth
I keep laughing when I'm down on my knees
and write down the feeling in rhymes
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3. |
Wild Blue Yonder
02:54
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buried into the ground
trying to sink down in the hole
lying there I'm learning to see
only barely
a game to trick time
trying to sink down in the hole
lying there I'm learning to see
only barely
fears run wild
brain-dead untill I learn to survive
a game to trick time
trying to sink down in the hole
lying there I'm learning to see
only barely
buried into the ground
trying to sink down in the hole
lying there I'm learning to see
only barely
fears run wild
brain-dead untill I learn to survive
lured into the light
trapped into to the sound
a merry-go-round
of these images I find
these thoughts I've heard before deep down
I'll face these fiends when I'm ready to go
I really feel there is nothing to know
buried deep we are moving too slow
it's only dreams all around
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4. |
Loather
02:09
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signs of the time
the worn and divine
violence from inside
way out of line
all meanwhile the pigs are running away
crime after crime
disgusting disguise
i died waiting in line
withered in time
all meanwhile the pigs are running away home
raising cattle on dead ground
feeding them
one last time
praising gods with guns and crown
losing those left behind
signs of the time
we're burning without
an army to go out
disgusting disguise
all meanwhile the pigs are running away
fuck 'em
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5. |
Nerveweb
03:40
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the praise is mine
the shiver is true
it's fine
I'm alone with you
out of time
and out of clues
think fast
it's the least you can do
the fear alone
it comes from you
but it's mine
a price is due
these restless chimes
can seen cruel
remember
what they conclude
pulling light right off the moon
you're a pleasing soul
painting night out of the doom
art and crafts
for the fools
dead set
on something crude
lost inside
the maze that is you
curses
the end is noon
light right off the moon
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6. |
Pipe Dog
03:08
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abstruse pyre vulgar mountain of bones
both menacing and rich emerge from behind the dunes
green lights moaning through de thundery desert
scorching the flesh beneath the heat of the sun
men came to wonder how the sky turned to dust
how the many fractured forms would rise from the light
submerged in a sea as dry as stone
the crowd in order scrapped the salt in their eyes
clenching to the facts they were led to believe
remaining are the ones who were allowed to breathe
mountain tops grieve the fallen dynasties
remains have somehow made it through
the flames were burning the disease
all around stacked before us were human remains
gathered very neatly where we could not explain
the short comings of age were the last of their kind
should we have waited for a powerful sign
due in part to its mysterious nature
last touch with the civilised world
clenching to the facts they were led to believe
remaining are the ones who were allowed to breathe
mountain tops grieve the fallen dynasties
remains have somehow made it through
the flames were burning the disease
relieved from the past
we're left all alone
all hope is gone
everything's all right
your time has passed
so spectacular
violence grows pouring blood in the streets
no one seemed to grasp the affairs of the eve
maybe someday we'll let the others explain
maybe someone will be left in the end
the ground turned soft when the silence returned
a slight breeze passing through and raising concern
it's home for wolves but it's beginning anew
none of you feel like salt in your eyes
clenching to the facts they we led to believe
remaining are the ones who were allowed to breathe
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7. |
Widow Maker
02:16
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toxic crowd
enraging me
human race
consuming me
widow maker
righteous traitor
strange fruits grow
out in the streets
burning witches
for their riches
garbage racer
human drifter
crisis in your mind
heavy lies the pride
panic sets well in your eyes
hoping for a way to gain sight
time
it's time
let them down
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Dreadnaught
03:13
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cold world it's fine but I think I'll just burn
cold world feeding fire
do we ever conspire
I forget only I was made to suffer
watching men eat coal and cold ember
clinging on to the life of a sinner
birthing monsters out of sheer terror
what is worth
trade a lie for a lie when I thought I was dead
expecting gloomier times
they were already there
when we attack the machine we'll know the moment is right
being born with a name we know it doesn't have
when we're howling the words we know we cannot keep
when you're thinking we care
we never do so please just let me go to hell
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Racer
03:43
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fast cars
how they accelerate
fuck standing about
dark tracks
no need to stick around
so far
far away for good
no sign of all of you
fast cars
start running back
just stay if you must
there's no road here anyway
I'm gone away
I left for good
loud and wild
one fast lane
forward fire
I'm not here to stay
time and time again
making room
ruthless introspect
just starting over
long way to go
a reminder of how many days
so far too long
to try
again
loud and wild
one fast lane
forward fire
I'm not here to stay
eat the dust
of my mechanical lust
I'm not sorry
I'm just going away
the iron thrusts
break free of the rust
I'm long gone
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10. |
Obscurantist
01:45
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we're left standing around
we did the time
sure made a mess
I'm good
we usually lose
pretend to be good
pull on the rope
slow down
fever relieved
ready to go all night
I did figure it out
trying to shake it
it will define us
and then you too
I'm gone
easier said than done
bringing back all the bad breeds
I might be back sometimes
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11. |
Harvester
06:47
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wolf den
plenty to deceive
big lies way too easy to believe
don't care too much if it's good
me and them we got it very understood
big men ready to perceive
clawing hands at the throat of thieves
when the time to harvest is right
leave them on the floor and stab them with the spike
I love them but they're alway so rude
wolf den
plenty to deceive
big lies way too easy to believe
getting sick is faster
good times are over
everyone is a loser
bad luck forever
I love them but they're alway so rude
with silver in kind
they shackle the blind
death to the knights
only gold is allowed to shine
hunters and dogs fled the scene of the crime
a broken design left a scar in their mind
the sleep is so light the image stuck to their eyes
for a while
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12. |
Eschewal
01:55
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