1. |
The Urge
04:04
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Got these urges when I walk around
Mental pictures in my brain
What do I know 'bout my master plan
Not a clue but it's insane
Nail him to a wall
The urge in control
Watch him take a fall
Hear these voices when I sleep at night
Have you found the yellow sign?
Sounds so crazy, but I can’t resist
Is this evil or divine?
I despise these blackened skies
Nail him to a wall
The urge in control
Watch him take a fall
Bow
This king will never bow
Bow
He doesn’t know how
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2. |
The Collapse
06:17
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Faster pace
Master race
Young and old
Come and see
Them not me
Coming through
Don’t you run
Damage done
Demon’s eye
Hidin’ the truth tell a lie
Will you shoot
Feel the boot
Scrape the curve
Get what you fucking deserve
Better believe it
The shit’s stuck on you
Out of my way kid
Face will turn blue
End of days
We will pay
Holy ghost
So derailed
Thoughts impaled
Eat the sun
You resist
Coexist
From above
Sucking out all of the love
You erase
Endless chase
Wild hunt
All of our knives will be blunt
Better believe it
The shit’s stuck on you
Out of my way kid
Face will turn blue
Watch these cities as they are crumbling
The well is drenched, the deed is done
Watch this horseman when he speaks to you
His blade all set to cut you down
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3. |
Body Like A Battle Axe
03:59
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She’s got us all
Under her spell
When she arrives
She takes us to hell
Hypnotizing
Mesmerizing
Wickedly bad
She clips our wings
Her heart made of stone
We should have known
She eats our sins
Asks for a ride
You better run
Or you better hide
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4. |
I Hedonist
04:19
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Surrounded by a world of pleasure
This caveman has evolved
Decadence, my greatest treasure
No moral code involved
Living on the edge
Counting down from ten
Hear me take my pledge
Boy becomes man
This hazy trip is never ending
A binge without a goal
Why are you so condescending?
We are on a role
Sucked into a black hole
Aiming at my wrist
Try to catch my dead soul
I, Hedonist
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5. |
Knives & Lint
04:25
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Born from pain, so damaged
Hatred in heart, head and veins
From ear to ear, no joking
Embraces the art of the knives
See what’s in there?
(Nothing but) knives & lint
Be all prepared
Deceased are who sinned
Mad, in fact, he owns you
Clutched to the root of his vengeance
No bullets, no hitmen, no play cards
Persistence engraved in his blade
See what’s in there?
(Nothing but) knives & lint
Be all prepared
Deceased are who sinned
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6. |
Black Lungs
05:19
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Standing on the edge of, standing on the edge of time
Losing it all just to build it back up, relentless minds
A blessing nor a curse, harmoniously on a roll
Descendants of Cimmerians, through the night our blood runs strong
Down far below the surface, down to the underground
Become the dirt you swallow, no gods around now
A blessing nor a curse, harmoniously on a roll
Descendants of Cimmerians, through the night our blood runs strong
The eyes of our fathers burned in our skull
Ready to suffer black lungs
Standing on the edge of, standing on the edge of time
Losing it all just to build it back up, relentless minds
The eyes of our fathers, burned in our skull
Ready to suffer, black lungs
Down far below the surface, down to the underground
Become the dirt you swallow, no gods around
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7. |
Beecher
07:27
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Hey Mr Beecher, what have you done?
A drunken mistake, now you won’t see the sun
For fifteen long years, you’ll be in this jail
With nothing but villains to see you derail
The rope is an option, both tempting and quick
An easy solution, the simplest trick
This place will break you, this place will win
Unless you’re a king who embraces his sin
Hey Ms Beecher, what has he done?
Leaving your daughter, yourself and your son
Twice the offender with booze in his veins
You’re all alone now, going insane
The hell he resides in drives you apart
You’re trying to cope, but you’re fooling your heart
The man you once knew is now losing his mind
Becoming a monster, betraying his kind
Hey Beecher Junior, what has dad done?
Cut from your life, your hero is gone
Your head full of questions, your mommy in tears
Alone in this dark place, trapped with your fears
In a cage behind bars, his world seems so cold
In with the new one, out with the old
Daddy is slipping, slipping away
Seeing all colors turn into grey
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