1. |
Take it to the Grave
04:01
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Take it to the Grave
Verse 1
Hold your breath and close your eyes
do not disturb the dead
that come from broken bottles
holding short lived dreams just overhead
give it up / surrender to / a juvenile / stray
and only struggle with appraising souls to sign a life away
and never take it to the grave
Verse 2
finding truth in fallacy
like growing old and caving
in to evil eyes and well told lies
leaves nothing more to save
dismissal / gives rebirth / to old life / and catapults a
juxtaposed relationship as child meets adult
CHORUS: and we can take it, take it to the grave
BRIDGE(GUITAR SOLO)
Verse 3
time and honor all but suffocate
in stigmatized productions
paling to the next big thing
what's A & R for anyway?
DIY/ 'til I die / kill the rules / they've
never yielded half as much as breaking them and dancing life away
CHORUS
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2. |
Morrigan
03:18
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MORRIGAN
Verse 1:
Jump through the fire (like a witch gone down in flames)
her tattered outstretched wings (eclipse the devil's grin)
the winged one is called to dam the river
and strike down those with evil hearts who try to take the lives of those who truly live.
Verse 2:
Killer and savior (is a title best left to one)
what life has spoiled here (becomes a new life through the son)
the winged one directs the crimson river
from the rotting souls of yesterday to tomorrow's life and..
CHORUS:
we call her Morrigan
at the garden of death is where I am and where I will ever be.
Had I know that it was you I would have not made you my sworn enemy.
Verse 3:
Angels and lovers (can be struck down just the same)
when affirmation's gone (and there's no life to reclaim)
the winged one is watching from the river
though ignorant, we're all on trial whether saved or damned...
CHORUS
life is on trial for death is the answer to killing for revenge is best served by no one can stand for your kings anymore reign is killing our world can no longer make life
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3. |
It's About Time
03:13
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It's About Time
Verse 1
There's nothing left unsaid when we're already dead
another target for death to come stalking
just a nicer way to say that life is a game
and we are just a couple dead girls walking
give it up, call it in, no such thing as a sin
with true delirium of my negation
beaten up, left for dead, dumb as dirt but well read
prone to toxic rage and indignation
CHORUS: It's about time
Verse 2
ash to ash dust to dust, it's the graveyard or bust
all the insight in the world cannot stop it
so take a shot, tie me down, banished to shantytown
malevolent got nothing on misanthropic
CHORUS
Verse 3
I'd survive sans you, we the brave and the few
holding noses up at what has led us here
persevere in distress any more is excess
when compassion is an understaffed career
break the wall heed the call, give it up, leave it all
six thousand years forged on a misunderstanding
ghost land roller war on my knees to a whore
I am not some holy sectarian plaything
CHORUS (+ to wake up)
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4. |
Lullaby
03:15
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Lullaby
intro:
the queen bee woke to screams of her undoing singing her own lullaby
verse 1:
the offer stands, if I make one more I'll stay
why stand for 'quit it now' when there's so much left to say
can't take it with you, might as well leave it all right here
we're laced with love and hope while waist deep in anger and fear
Chorus:
The queen bee ( fell asleep / made a stand / left this world ) singing her own lullaby
dissonant harmonies stretched out the midnight sky
mirages of what once was are now rotting down below
the queen bee woke to screams of her undoing singing her own lullaby
verse 2:
take it straight, take it for granted, take it to hell
take it to the depths and bring some sense where this other person dwells
it's hard to believe when belief itself is in question
can it be redefined? Is it worth the resurrection?
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5. |
Coffins and Crowbars
04:12
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Coffins and Crowbars
verse 1:
breathing through the fog the haze the burn the death
the rot the fire the only way is insane
let the statues fall
the stone the earth the trees the sky surround the last known
bit of my turning truth is focused on us
one and all
prechorus 1:
declaration, declaration
of the choices laid out upon the stone.
The air calls out it's slaves from where the darkness shone
holding nothing more than dusty splintered shards of bone
the anger is my own
bridge
all the voices have worth because it's all a compromise
and the graves team with gravity and conspire when we can't decide
which side of the line is the black and the white
are these gray capsules simply a clever disguise
tread heavy with one foot trampling on fairy tales
and the other in the abyss
there's no wonder siren poetry
has carried us down to this
hearts split straight down through the middle yield
half hearted attempts at a death pact sealed with a kiss
verse 2:
my veins have not been poisoned yet by dirty spells in
dark vignettes set fire to fate's strings
I am no marionette
I've walked too many paths alone without sin what's there
to atone the crown is make believe when I covet
not the throne
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6. |
Now or Never
03:14
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Now or Never
say a prayer for lack of basic human rights
long has this world believed in something we can't see
(hold on to me)
before I tumble into obscurity
I raise my hand to only call upon myself
(I answer in tongues)
Who can believe the human catastrophe
of letting fate control the plans that have been made
Chorus:
Here's to forever Nah Nah Na Nah Nah
what will you remember when I go?
Here's to now or never Nah Nah Na Nah Nah
the moment's quicker than we know
a pen drags behind us inking good or bad
cataloging lessons learned or writing better days
(keep pen to pad)
to honor open life's philosophy
pawns of adventure call out for a reckless king
(play 'em all)
our only legacy is worthy stories that we leave
make 'em fun, make 'em crazy, make 'em now
chorus
fear of tomorrow and regret for yesterday
are thieving twins, don't let them rob you of today
chorus
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7. |
Body of Work
04:12
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Body of Work
verse 1:
the past has just passed spinning trails of never been there
never had it never felt it never knew it never cared
the spikes broke the skin and the love broke the soul
fabled reclamation: youth reclaiming youth has never been told.
I'll miss you the day that the past misses me
regret is a mindful wicked dirty disease
verse 2:
present is no present as the razor unfolds
a little dance on the edge means an ounce of control
sing lo and count it 3-2-1
oh, false start, my old savior, I will not be outdone
evolution of solution this is no place to stop
pick the spot, swing true, don't look back, cue fade, the final curtain drops.
Chorus:
Blood runs red up the arm of the hated
memories alone: only lonely passers by
recalling trials of the failed and the jaded
body lies unfinished, alone
verse 3:
plans, future plans no demands, no perchance taking chances
break the heartbroken romances
living day to day and night to nightmare killing empty blank stares
cutting ties to all cares for a life doused in unfair
breathe and exhale
I can't catch my breath sweet caress of one last death
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8. |
Hands Up, Chin Down
04:43
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Hands Up, Chin Down
verse 1
Call me zina with a “z” i'm a western academic
made from dust, made from ribs, made for you
I'm just a shadow of a man, just a veil behind a curtain
do as i'm told, do as you say to do
verse 2
brought to me was a lifelong love
manifested as a human man
strong in stature and fair in dealings, he came to stake his territory
but he wandered into a hostile land
gagged sold veiled
raped crippled beaten
broken staked groped
maimed bound mugged
bullied burned buried
drugged
chorus
(hey, hands up, chin down)
no warning he who covets the crown
no quarter given, none to be found
on Judas Cradle stripped bare and bound
no Wilhelm scream, hands up and chin down
liberate the madness
desecrate the man
substantiate the anger
make one last last stand
verse 3
devins-guerisseurs born of lust and raised on trial
judge and jury take the stand against a fire breathing smile
sisters raise the tempest, oh one sweet last caress
I bind you from doing harm to others and I sentence you to death.
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9. |
One More Mile
03:08
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One More Mile
Chorus:
Get me one more mile out of these (wheels keep turning)
get me one more song out of that (8 track radio)
get me one more dream away from what I used to call my home
get me (one more mile on down the road.)
Rushing steel on this highway cruisin'
haulin' dreams straight through misfortune
I guess this road's the only one she's ever know (only road we've known)
getting us one more mile away from home.
Chorus
full moon nights we've had stories unspoken
straight through storms we've kept on rollin'
these memories will not die alone (will not die alone)
one more mile on down the road.
Chorus
and these dreams we never realized
they'd take us oh so far from here
we've taken on so many wrong turns and dead ends
we always seem to persevere.
Chorus x 2
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