Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Last Night In Town

Neuron flash in fifty watts pinpointing to the streetlight limbo.
Told me it was chemistry why I behave like this.
Why I move in misdirected impulse and speak in scrambled clusters of white
Noise.
Traction is not a term of endearment.
Death is an experiment best conducted face down.
Vertigo may not include spinning, but it ought to.
I am languid in the puddle, face full of concrete cellophane.
Don't say a single word unless you speak with a drowning tongue.
I am not listening. I am not focusing.
My eyes have sunk and set and I am invincible.
I'm water proof. someone said that heaven is just coincidental collision of
Electrons.
This is not the time for touching me.
I am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming televisions,
Conducting city spasms, shorting voltage like a fuse.
The elevating vibrations of hysteria, amplified by the armor of the tarn.
Flashing lights paint veins across the sky.
And everyone along the roadside just wants to see a saint.
The serenity of sirens, the allure of the femme fatale.
Her defibrillator hands can't stop me now.
I feel quite all right.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Hot Damn!

Tonight I'm coming home in a coma if it fucking kills me.
Listless but relieved, beaming like a newborn hostage.
Orphaned by an ambulance. I got this new black eye just for you.
Your hopeless romantic now helplessly rheumatic.
Poets grinding teeth to powder. All my vowels are getting lost in the gauze.
Misinterpret courting for the cursing of a drooling fool.
Here's to cheap sex and codeine in a hospital bed. And maybe I'd object, if I felt at all alive.
Everybody's dying to lay down with you. I got the order all wrong.
I must have bumped my head. Maybe I should quiet down.
Don't bet on another blackout. I'll be all right. There's an army at my window waiting to lose this fight.
I'm the king of this all night clinic. The fucking champion.
Tonight we'll feast like royalty in traction; happy and meticulous.
There's a delicate love song in this; kicked out and dripping in verse.
Go get your gun because God won't show. He sent a poet instead.
The Don Quixote of the ICU. Quite impressive for a cripple. Munchhausen by proxy of a muse.
Tempt not a desperate man. This split lip is for you. I traded it for an outdated tooth.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Hot Damn!

This isn't at all unpleasant. I'm enchanted by the lavish ballet,
And I'll whistle the tune all the way to the gallows that I heard at the cabaret.
At the sheriff's signal, the orchestra moves the floor.
Don't it make you feel wonderful?
Body twisting strictly ballroom. Criminally elegant, ideal postured Viennese waltzer.
I'm dressed to kill. I'm weightless and well rehearsed.
In my godless opera my character is canonized.
Uphand me. This is a musical and nothing goes wrong.
Can't keep the classics out of the head of the masochists. Strike up the band.
It's 245 beats for a measure or 5 beats per 6 steps on alternating feet.
The show must go on. Never mind the teeth and fingernails, the show must go on.
I don't feel at all like I thought I would, but I could probably go on like this forever.
Tonight, we dance, for tomorrow they release the dogs. 1,2,3. Keep it up.
1,2,3. Savor it.
(Where is my head? Where is my heart?) Everything vanishes.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Hot Damn!

What we're doing is so wrong, and what you're wearing is so right (it's so tight).
But I've never felt better so I'm going out to get her and I don't care what set of wheels I steal to get there.
Balance is a minor setback.
What she thinks is all right, and the way she looks is just fine.
She sure as hell ain't you, but lord knows she'll have to do.
She don't know I'm alive but neither do I so there's nothing left to lose.
If I could only make it make you want to want me. One more drink, I think, should do.
I wish that I could say I love to watch you walk away, but you probably
Won't be back in time to hear it.
So it's just as well. No one out there gets back in alive.
So I'll love the way you stand so close to a guy who we both know can't get near it.
Strike when ready. Burn the highway down.
Let me hear her high heels moan. I'm ready, set, go.
There's cocaine in the key that took us from the bar to her car to the bedroom.
Only the lonesome love us. Only the careless can handle us.
What's wrong with us that we're so unamused?

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Hot Damn!

Turns out I never had a thought at all.
I've been talking in my sleep, reciting teleprompted anthems -
A marionette strung tight to the executives upstairs.
I almost had myself convinced that I meant everything I said. What a shame.
Oh captain, my captain, you've been drinking. What happened?
I've been slurring my cadences and blacking out when I stand.
I know all about your son, who never did return from the war.
But there was poison in that bottle, I tell you.
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Tell the tower I've been hijacked
Tell the gunman this vehicle's been stolen
I'm coming out with my hands in the air. This is not my voice.
What you are hearing is not me.
There's been a horrible mistake. I'm a proud God-fearing registered democrat.
This is all the same elaborate scheme and it will be cleared up when the governor beckons for me.
He'll clear my name. It appears that the inmates have overrun the asylum.
There's a madman at the wheel. We are not even remotely capable of keeping our heads about us.
We've abandoned all semblance of presence. Dead bolted, buckled in. Keeping our word to the sinking ship.
Let the rats orchestrate the new mutiny. I'll meet you overboard.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Hot Damn!

Cut your break lines, brake your headlights and waited for you at the stop sign.
Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires, our smothered young.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.

Thank you lord:
1) for this oil slick.
2) for her car wreck.
3) for I'm lovesick.

Heaven sent us a hero, but Hell tried to his resolve. And when you thought we were done for.
I pulled through. While you rested your eyes in the driver seat, I sat and watched you.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.
Trust me.
We'll wait for it, pray for it, step on the brakes till we're over it, under it, screaming like bombs for it.
Oh dear me, I've done it again.

Thank you lord:
4) for the loaded gun.
5) for the bad aim.
6) for I'm lonesome.

God is smiling down on us, he shines his grace on everyone.

[p.s. - The greatest lovers were murderers first.]

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Hot Damn!

To my mistress the bridge, I don't feel well. I'll be leaving and you can't stop me.
We've been carrying on too long.
I'm sorry, but I'm gone. I've got a bad reputation to think about. I've been dirty, I've been wrong.
Maybe someday they'll find that I've washed up.
I'm stepping out to clear my head. I'm breathing in to fill my lungs. We're all dead.
Farewell scenic highway overpass.
It's better this way anyways. My lover the river makes a better soldier than a bride.
But I left my heart at the side of her bed and she's got the warmest body that I've ever had.
Drain the lake, you'll find it's full of love.
Bring the children to the water and let them see what heartache did.
This matrimony needs a witness, and you can teach them to swim.
Don't let your dreamers grow up to be dead men. Drown us at birth, save her some time.
Drifting on romantic holiday, breathless as her cold arms cover me. Drag the lake. You will find it is full of love.

-Sincerely mine. Finally.

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Album : Hot Damn!

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Hot Damn!

Boys: shoot to thrill from the hip. This time we put the "act" in action.
We've tricked the pigs into thinking that this auction is a pageant.
In no time there will be makeup on our new set of cutlery.
The livestock is star struck. They're all salivating like ravenous cartoons.
Goddamn animal. You'd better watch where you spit.
Squeal like soft music. If it helps, we'll dim the lights on the floor.
Neon bulbs are the cosmetics of swine.
Everybody looks quite dazzling, trussed up in their formal attire.
You'd make a great secret if I could keep you, but we all spill our guts.
We're locked and loaded. Drip fed and bloated.
Our trigger fingers snagged in the mouse trap of the moment.
Turn the lights off on us, like a moth left in the cold. In the dark, begging for more.
When the urgency strikes you, you'd better not lose your nerve.
It's the rush that the cockroaches get at the end of the world. It's alright.
There's a pail by the bed if you need one (but you're doing just fine).
When in Rome we shall do as the Romans, when in Hell we do shots at the bar.
Last call, kill it.
We don't think in terms of the morning afters, and we don't utter a single word of the night before.
In the meantime we're just thoughtless incessant buzzing apparatus.
Disillusioned and lonelier than the last man standing. It doesn't get any better than this so run like Hell.
This is a rock and roll takeover.
Living each day one night at a time.
There were mercy fucks, there was blood.
You should have been there by my side.
This is passion, this is red handed denial.
I have no lover and she hasn't the prettiest eyes. Last call, kill it.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Hot Damn!

No man abandon his post. A gatecrasher has called us to arms. Take up your torch.
I want this ship cleaner than a hospital ward. A radical has polluted our ranks.
Slouch into position men, this is a war. Set the traps.
We'll have that criminal's head marched through the streets on a stick.
Someone will pay for this.
We'll squeeze his goddamn brains out.
Sleep with one knife open. You can't out think us, we've been out of thoughts for a while.
The warrior with the deadliest weapon is the one without an instruction manual for his gun.
This is a union of dunces and we are the new global menace.
Stalking the land, gnashing dull teeth, tapping our feet, sighing and humming and watching the clock.
That's what you get for fucking with us.
When we find you we will skin you alive, we'll pluck out your eyes
And the cannons will roar as we march to the capitol, dragging your hide.
Drooling polished jackboot monsters, tracking the scent of a sleeping child.
Your composure gave you away, next time it's best to cry havoc.
Keep marching, the bridge is ours. They're coming to get me. They're coming to take me away.
I'll never make love in this town again. Everyone on the dance floor is doomed. Hit the ground. Shut your mouth.
The prisoners have laid waste to the pulpit. You're in for it now. Are these helicopters for me?
Have I been appointed to speak? Then I'm going to Hell, and I'm taking the renaissance with me.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Hot Damn!

Tonight the cinema's the treatment clinic where the perverts seek the cure.
Show me the rape scene one more time for the cause.
And I promise we'll behave like perfect Christians.
We'll sing the glory of the gospel for some whiskey and a skin flick.
Hallelujah.
All rise. Hallow be my name. In this kingdom we came without calling.
Hallelujah.
The violence and the choir, the virgin and the fire. Up to her neck in tongues.
Lovely, so lovely is Ludwig Van. Electronic sonata pumped through the mud of a one-night stand.
The saints in regalia whistling while they rape. Lid clamps in vitamins.
Lift up her skirt and I'll be cured, like a junkie with a methadone addiction thinks he's clean.
I'll be cured.
Sit down and watch closely. All these whores have conceded the war.
She said, "you might be sick, but you feel alright to me."
That's enough. Turn it off. I promise I'm better. It's too much. Healed at the horror show.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Gutter Phenomenon

You got me right where you wanted me.
So what do we do if I can’t hold this pose for too long.
So we shoot again, or does this whole operation shut down and we go back to the board.
I practiced all my lines, oh yea I’d feed every child in the world.
But it’s a one night stand baby.
We gotta keep on.
If you got it all then you got it right.
I’m gonna do what you say and get way out of line.
Nobody’s gonna stop me now.
It’s not how it looks unless you say nothing
We all agree this proposal’s been sentenced to death.
Are we baiting the right hook to get your attention.
The media needs another blackout.
We’ve been calling.
Flooding hotlines.
We’ve applied mascara to the radio but that’s just a quick fix and we need a little more.
Does it matter to you at all.
Are you listening or have you tuned out.
We’ve gotta get it together.
But first we drink and we take it all apart.
Everywhere we go we’re the local boys and we’re back in town.
Well that’s the way it is.

It breaks my heart.
We’ve applied mascara to the radio, but that’s just a quick fix and we need a little more.
Does it matter to you at all.
Are you listening or have you tuned out.
Get by.
Get gone.
Get high.
Get wronged.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Gutter Phenomenon

Stutter step to the beat of a disparaged lover.
Dumb and pulsing we've become.
The bedroom door is an old black lung.
It's arrhythmic.
Uninviting and pliable.
With the noble irreverence of shrapnel she came for us.
Bore into our heads and found thoughtlessness.
Never minded the faithless courage of shame or the bravery of oblivion.
I'm on her mind, I'm never coming back.

If two timing is what it takes, then we both know one take is all we need
We're not equipped to stay, unloved,
But its all we've got and we're not at all alright.
Come on baby and give me the creeps.
Either you and I or both must go.
Either you and I or both must go.
I'm on her mind I'm never coming back.
If two timing is what it takes then we both know one take is all we need
We're not equipped to stay, unloved,
But its all we've got and we're not at all alright.
Theres no difference between being holy and alone.

That's why I'm eagerly fleeing the scene.
Lead footed.
Baby return the favor and leave somebody you love.
If they come back they're drunk and they're lonely.
We all get lonely.
God forbid we indulge when at sea.
Just the tempest, the temptress and me.
Naturally bored thriller.
Nobody knows the trouble I've been or the exacting improvement of sin.
I'm handling myself over.
I’m turning myself in.
War has no glory like a woman ignored.
So here's to the empires polluted with dead.
And the truckers wives who erected them.
I know the strippers real name.
Stop me if I'm wrong.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Gutter Phenomenon

I was wrong, close one.
I am wrong.
I said it.
It was wrong, I mean it.
Did it stick.
Come down from there.
I know it’s hard to swallow but mam, your head is overturned.
Hey there girls, I'm a cunt.
There was venom in the heart of the dagger.
They found a worm in your pearls saying prayers.
All is finally infested, unless we blossomed in the cankerous air.
Then only hell can help us, I got off.
Just once, you were right.
I admit it.
We weren't soft, just better.
Do you flinch.
Keep that radio dry, I'm sorry you were all mine.
Let the boys find your body.
Let love gnaw the meat from your bones.
Admit the arrows, suffer the hot flash.
We come together now.
All together now.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Gutter Phenomenon

Give the signal.
Advance the pill pushers.
Administer a change purse full of Thorazine.
Show this girl a little more bar courtesy and keep her senses clear of the scene.
We’ve found a gentleman caller who goes by the name she’s been weeping for.
Turn her over.
Easy in easy out.
We’ve nearly got this situation stabilized.
Just some winces to eradicate.
Take a deep breath.
Cut the blue wire.
Keep your fingers crossed and pray she’s been detached.
She stirs and I’m emasculated.
Doctor.
Doctor.
Give her the blues.

She got herself a varsity letter by loving you.
Breach and clear the abandoned back seat of the Cadillac.
We’ve been alerted by the local authorities that regret has been seen on the grounds
Teasing the dogs, making the rounds.
There’s a heart shaped bed in the honeymoon ward that circulates dust.
Twitches and vomits in fits like the damned.
Comforts none but the sloth.
Yet we pay by the hour for the bricklayers view.
Johnny, dream of your gun.
Godamnit it commander.
She’s a hopeless case.
Note the time she arrived.
I didn’t think we would lose another one to the sound.

There were too many fangs for us to tame.
Someone fetch her blue eyes.
From a restroom wall downtown.
She stirs.
We underestimated.
Doctor.
Doctor!
Give me the news.
She caught herself a case of the wilds by loving you.
She caught herself a bad case of the wilds and she flatlines.

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Album : Gutter Phenomenon

Bedneck your gowns in bricks.
There’s leeches stealing across the stage.

Come hell or ocean water I won’t end up without.
Applaud the gall of the black cloud groping a drunken teenage vow.
As saline drips from her prom dress, damp hands are desiccated.
There’s a wolf at the window of the second floor who kidnaps your date with a new car.
We both want the same thing.
Bad poetry and assaults at the bar.
Just try and stop me.
We are the only one in the world.
Prepare the ballroom.
Quicksand in front of the coat check.
Waltz with the scarecrow in the spotlight through the rye.
I was born a wanted man.
But I’ll die a sailor’s wife.
God help me pick the lock to her room I have to make this right.
Scream the hounds to sleep for me.
I’m creeping around in your head like a vine.
Your spit is the meat of the rose harvested by the dull.
Let fly the doves, unhook their leather wings from the fog.
Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam.
In a photo taken of us,
At the reception held at the jail lover boy is breaking up just off to the right side of me.
I will stop at nothing.
I am the siren that sings you home.
Is that clear.
I will stop at nothing.
I am the tooth in your jewelry box.
Is that clear.
Let pry the crows.
Unhinge their crooked beaks from the clock
Put your foot and mouth together for the sweethearts of Vietnam.
Bolt the gate and head for the ivory tower.
Adoration is cutting the phone lines to your heart.
Love is here.
I am the snarling and starry-eyed.
We both want the same thing.
Better aim at the stranger in our yard.
Just try to stop me.
I am the blinding light of your life.
Prepare the body.
I’ve been better but thanks for asking.
Wait with the scarecrow for the spotlight in the rye.
I’ll eat you alive.
The calm will come again.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Gutter Phenomenon

Baby you got me all wrong.
And maybe I’m not at all down and out.
I’m high and I’m in.
Don’t you know who I am.
I’m the jaded one with pop insensitivity.
When I finish struggling,
We can make our way to the dance floor and stand like strangers in an elevator
Stuck between stories.
I always find myself in the middle of your stories.
With the cameras as a witness I will suffer.
Everything I do is wrong.
But by god I do it right.

We don’t dance no no no.
We got class.
No we don’t have any fun at all.
It’s the new style and we know it.
We’re not stunning, we’re just stunned and we’re lying for a living.
Don’t you know who I am.
I’m the real thing with low-key sensibilities.
I don’t need what I’ve got half as much as everyone covets it.
If loving me is wrong, then god damn you do it right, it turns us on to turn you down.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Gutter Phenomenon

We drew a crowd.
The crowd drew blood.
Fawning swindlers.
There’s a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized.
Who let the flatterer, into the gallery, on our sweet sixteen.
Take him against the wall for the witness.

This is doom in a borrowed suit.
It's a pick up line at a funeral.
Cannibals along side the catwalk.
But its ok we've got old blood and our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again.
New love is tasteless.
We're wearing down.

This is the year of the party crasher.
What is charm.
Where are the heroics.

What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics.
Designer Imposters find us twitching in the claws of the snake.
A fin is circling around in the floor.
It appears we've lost our way.
The tide is swelling and we've fallen asleep on the shore.
Get inside.
Someone’s yelling fire in the theater.
Oh dear God.
Everybody stay calm.
Tell your husband that his screaming just invited it in.
The horsemen are crashing through the gates.
Crashing through the gates.
We had better learn to play dead.
Our hands are reeking of rapture.
It's dripping from our chin.
The tragedy of infant hearts.
But it's ok
We've got old blood and our hair is woven to the same hotel again.
We're wearing down.
This is the year of the party crasher.
It's you and me for the first time, in history.
We're history.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Gutter Phenomenon

Pull the car over you’re frightening the kids.
What did you promise us about grinning in the rear view without your fake teeth in.
Keep your glass eye glued on the end of the highway up ahead of us.
The collision is always licking its lips.
You weren’t supposed to open the door.
Just keep the plan from drifting of course.
We’ll attend to the terrified first class convinced there’s a hoof print on the bow.
All hail the wounded heart contingents
Who’ve given us something more than faultlessness to sing about.
Long live the prosthetic live wires.
The faulty mechanism of hope has disintegrated.

Your captain nailed his feet to someone else’s ship at the sight of me.
Do what your mother tells you and put down the sheriff’s horse.
The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly, singing hallelujah the king is dead.
The king is dead.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Gutter Phenomenon

This is a cause for celebration here in the belly of the swarm.
The situation demands that we raise our glasses in honour of the spokesman
We’ve fixated to the floor.
Give us your headline hymns and your saddest verse.

You’re not partnered with the half-hearted anymore.
Out legs are spread wide open,
Our weary heads are splitting at the seams
And we all know you’re proficient in the idioms of grief.
We are capable of the kind of love about which only the petrified can speak.
Concede him the microphone let him sing the triumph of the frauds to all his loyal sycofanatics.
We all cater to the fire, once the walls come rushing down for shame.
I can say it better than you felt it.
And I can be it bigger than you needed it.
I haven’t lived a day of my life apart from the one that everyone’s read about.
I’ll spark de-evolution.
I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines.

I’ve been fatted up for the guillotines.
Sweet talker, you’re godamn right I’m a blessed lamb.
I can show you all how to have a good time.
I know why you came here, but neither of us will get what you want out of me.
This room has one too many laureates so I’m keeping my peace.
Every candidate ends his life with a cliché,
And the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the grave.

I’ve been spoiled rotten.
Every thought I’ve authorised had curdled.
Not everything is poetry but I can’t convince you of that,
I’ve been drawn and quartered.
I’ve been twice picked over.
And it’s sickening what you’ve come here today to celebrate.
Fuck yeah we’re gonna party tonight.
I am capable of the kind of love about which
Only the intoxicated and the California bound can weep.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Gutter Phenomenon

Drifting on rescue, parade through the town square.
Waving to the families of victims of the flood.
Straddling the front door of a catholic orphanage.

I decorated it myself.
Thank you, you’re too much.
Honestly, it was nothing.

We should all just thank god I’m alive.
Don’t shout I get a little confused sometimes.
I can’t make out a word you’re saying.
I’ve got a 21 gun salute playing over and over and over in my head.
Can’t it wait.
I’m on call to be somewhere.
Somewhere I’m not.
In case the cleaning lady has found my head.

Forgive my delay lieutenant, I’m the man the whole country requires.
Take your gun out of my mouth.
You are ruining my appetite.
Get your bear trap off of my neck.
I’m already running late.
You’re distress is confounding the tightrope walker.
Just so we’re clear, you’re saying we’re all lost.
Maybe I’m wrong but weren’t we just dancing.
Oh, the way that we moved had every marauder curious.
Sniffing at the trash in our shoes.
Sharpening knives on the grindstone watch gears.
I don’t miss that much about anything you said.

After all, we’ve never met.
I’ll get it right, and stick my tongue down the throat of the moon.

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Album : Gutter Phenomenon

The great American mischief had muted our hearts
And our rhythms are met with the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars.
It’s all but too much.

Still nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved.
Everybody get fed up.
My baby better get high, I’ve got something I need to confess.
The dead mean talking are longing for so much more than simply the obvious.
Cut us off.
We’re suffering, hysterical, lighting flares from the foot of her bed.

I’ve been begging you for less mercy than this.
But the only thing you need to know is that you never wanted to know.
Take it off, take it back or take the cover because we’re nearing a nerve.
Death is wasted on the patient, so make haste and head for the wake.
Now the hornets inhabit the hearts we’ve abandoned.
We are the gone.
Cast aside clothes like funeral roses, and dance straight through the psalm.
I’m dead in the water.
Don’t come here for me.
I was once alive in the deserts eyes on the day it wed the sea.
I drew a chalk outline around your city.
Hushed the sobs in your halls.
But we both know it’s a killer, baby he will outrun them all.
There is so much shame in how little we’ve gained for so long.
Now the sky is falling.
And you’re just repeating every word I say.
You are not listening close enough.
It’s a catastrophe.
You have not been concentrating.
Pay attention there will be an exam.
Build an ark.
Come bring us back to the ruin.
Drifting out of our heads.
Taped off the sky above your city.
Dusted for prints on the chapel wall.
But we all know that it’s a killer, baby I will outrun them all.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : The Big Dirty

we've drained full confession booths
polluted drinking wells with our repentances and then stood
grinning with our arms around shoulder of a rotting child.
hold that pose. provisional, arrogant little pigs who devour their siblings
shoot that dog if you can't afford to feed.
famine fathered a moth.
famine fathered a moth that begot our fathers.
keep your voices down I'm sneaking out.
hey! what's the big idea? keep your fucking hands off the insight
that rat has got it's mother's eyes. breeding ad nauseam, they are pouring themselves into the sea.
stop. thief.
leave your drunken accident at the prom. it'll grow to mend your broken heart.
don't sign the dotted line (every house is a little bit of Hollywood).
the world is too incredible to bring such ugliness into it
the artist is sneaking down the hall to impregnate the last of its kin.
indiscernible mute in a swarm of derivatives.
and I deny any part. I deny any part. a deadbeat godfather.
bite your tongue. who taught you those words?
blaspheme! when you are under my roof don't ever say "rock and roll".

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oh lord, I am saved. judge says I'm fit to swing. 'bout time, I have prayed
my woman just might wear my ring.
oh you know I'm no good. you know I'm no good at court ordered goodbyes
but when I'm gone you'll see I'll be a better man yet. for the dispossessed get taken back into your arms
better keep me close to your heart. you'd better keep me close to your heart.
the divine had me cornered in a storm and let me walk out the front door at the scene of the crime.
hang 'em high. keep your vows brief
let him swing. make his swindle an art.
and if you still believe that men guilty of love can survive, then hang 'em high or not at all
oh you know it gets hard. it just gets so hard going limp in your arms.
I am clutching a smoking gun. there's no chance of me walking out of here alive.
this is all very literal. I can't bring myself around to write an excuse this time.
we're liberated by the hearts that imprison us. we're take hostage by the ones we break
throw the book.
you had me strung up by the tail and you put me back.
hang 'em high. keep your vows brief. let 'em swing.make his swindle an art.
and if you still believe that men guilty of love can survive, then hang 'em high or not at all.
where did you get the privilege to pardon me?

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marched from a burning ship into a rained out parade. with a bottle and a bible the dregs are armed to the teeth.
we traded distinction and praise for the tedious claim that we were wed in the trenches while college boys pine for loveless exchange.
we carry the fragments from detonated eyes embedded under our bones.
we've spilled blood for the sake of fitting skin to the frame but our moneys is no good here and our memorial has veered off the road.
the locals will bury my wandering eyes at the docks of the potters field where the rifles of ranking men are equipped with 21 silencers.
at 'em boys. give 'er the gun
at 'em boys. give 'er the gun
I'm the richest man in town.
I'm the richest man in town.
faith, stand down. five your wings to the boredom that resurrected my soul.
crash the car. if the motor won't turn over, glory be to god.
jumped from the disloyal waves back up to the bridge.
renounced the warmth of the turbulent grave.
I found blood on my lips from a covetous kiss and I hope that my home tips its glass to it.

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turn the lights off, turn the lights off, your daddy better lock up his girls.
say a prayer boy, call on the cross because you ain't got no more when the music comes on.
board up the doors and windows and keep your crying under your breath.
I smell a drop of beer in a ten gallon tank and I'm moving in for the kill.
yea. in the wild kingdom you don't live until you're ready to die.
which one of you sons of bitches is gonna make me feel alive?
which one of you motherfuckers is gonna get inside me heart (attack)?
it's a full moon, denim is tight, and my flannel shirt is freaking out.
run for your life, cover your eyes, I don't want you to see me party this hard.
I've got a bone to pick with the morning sun and the first last call but I didn't put my hair in a pony tail for nothing,
so if I'm going home alone I ain't going at all.
yea. I'm the wild kingdom you don't live until you're ready to die.
which one of you sons of bitches is gonna make me feel alive?
which one of you motherfuckers if gonna get inside my heart?
is gonna give me a heart attack?
look away it's too much to bear.
I've been bitten by the party animal.
save yourself.
save yourself.
tell my baby that I love her so.
don't cry. don't cry.
I gave the world one hell of a time and I don't regret a thing except for the time that I got caught givin' it.
I never thought it would take. I had thick blood and cynical skin.
to where are you supposed to escape, from the creature is lurking inside of you?

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sound the bells and take to the streets in arms.
we're descending fast, a pox on your house of cards.
dry your eyes, your daughters have lost their faith and started feeding upon the bait that we wear on our sleeve.
promise us you won't tell the public the fury with which we despoil.
I've got a wife and kids and a hybrid car. I've got a good life and I can't risk losing.
if you can keep it a secret then me and the boys will bring pale hell to this town.
we're trouble bound and we summon the devil electric.
prey on the faint of heart.
we sing praises of the rebels who went by the book.
gravitate to teenagers artlessness' and sing it aloud.
the content is trivial. its pillow talk is plagiarized by the gadgets of lust.
just go to sleep, leave the gestures and customs to us.
cry fraud and let play the anthem of ear. cry fraud and let play the anthem of war
boys stand your ground. keep the delicate fingers but wrath in your white knuckled grip.
the film is loaded and it's aimed at the whites in their eyes.
you put out to get in. and we slipped right past the guards in the belly of a horse.
we sunk our fangs into the pulp of a desperate angst. we're powerless just until we're invited inside.
if you can keep it a secret then me and the boys will bring pale hell to this town.
we're trouble bound and we summon the devil electric.
prey on the faint of heart. we owe thanks to the revels who went by the book.
don't give up the ship. we'd rather sink than admit it. don't give up the ship.
we only have one night in town.

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play with the bow at the bridge. tune your voices to minor chords.
this is the lowest we've ever been until we bend for the offering.
we're giving a knee jerk response to the awe. we come strapped to the bed, on display from the duty of tour.
they picked up the signals we tapped to the visitors
our sea legs were lost on the march from the graves to the cross.
we brandish the plague of the middleman's heart.
sing the rats through the gate.
I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car.
but I met the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born.
our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones.
if I'm a stranger still just move the severed pieces around. so course is the world.
we're going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust.
we'll never make it home alive.
play with the bow at the bridge.
all girls buy the enemy line. woe. such remarkable woe. hold sight of him.
point him out.I was still in one piece when they tied me to the back of the car.
but I met with the road and I've slept with thousands of miles since the day I was born our shoes are milled to the sole and our souls are skin and bones.
if I'm a stranger still just move the severed pieces around. so course is the world.
we're going back and forth and back and forth grinding our bodies into dust.
war. come with us home.

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you'd better shove another piece of what's left into your mouth while the gettin' is good.
because you know the highs are running low, and every new is getting old.
lord, I've been down since you've been seeing another boy.
me and my girl are gonna smoke the cigarettes that we find in another man's tray.
we're gonna pick all the meat from the big city bones because the hot is getting cold.
lord, I'm not proud. keep you chin up the water will boil, the comet will come for us all.
so make amends with anything you've ever loved and open your arms to the swarm.
we have salted the earth. raid hell. raid hell.
you'd better drink up, get your sorrows in, because we're coming upon where the ending begins.
the nickel city's new church says "no one allowed" since all the lights are going out.
the end is near. I will be delivered. we've filled our bellies with so much repulsive flair I'll explode if I'm not forgiven.
make amends with anything you've ever loved and open your arms to the swarm.
we have salted the earth. raid hell. raid hell.
you'd better get it while the gettin' is good, corner boy. you know the highs are running low.
you'd better shove another piece of what is left into your mouth. we need to learn to go without.
there is no plan for the dutiful. we dried the country making room for our grave. but my time is sure taking it's time running out.

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vague men tied to a stake. gather round your little ones.
feast your eyes. steady your arm. behold!
we hit shore dragging miles of verse. poisoned food on the line, we're throwing it back.
thought the meat of this kill would feed starving artists for centuries.
skin him! gut him!
this is not what we bargained for. he is worthless unless he is whole.
make bait. food for thought. spit back every hound. spit back every hound.
all that we hunt for, we are.
plastic rabbits and white elephants.
an unclothed singularity is the fox that the dogs couldn't reach.
skin him! guy him!
the contaminated repast for the head of the bachelor band. make bait. food for thought.
you have no idea what you're up against. you have no idea.
I chewed off my very own head to get me out of this trap.
bring me the tongue. everything else is fat. salvage the tongue. discard the rest of him.
bring me the tongue. everything else is fat. salvage the tongue. everything else is fat.
bring me the tongue. throw back the rest of him.

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I tied the devil to the tracks
(can you hear the train coming?).
I served him papers with a seal from the governor.
The spoiler throwing voices, the vapors that they built this city on.
But he don't write much for me anymore.

When we keep hell in our hearts,
We make no excuse for our genius.
So what's my excuse now that hell has abandoned me?
I enticed the devil out with a bottle.
But maybe it was he who lured me out instead.
When we slept in penitent beds,
We awoke in the loving arms of attrition.
So what's my excuse that hell isn't courting me?

Give me the strength to be widowed now that the honeymoon's over.
Grant me the privileges saved for the sailors.
Condemned with you all.
Goddamn you all.

I marched across the muddied stream,
Illuminated from beneath.
The lock was picked with the church's key we found on the belt of the veteran
To open bar tabs in the taverns assembled in levels by the damned and fanatic for me.

We never loved ourselves so well as when we lusted after another.
We hummed along to electric guitars and the standard "whoa oh oh oh's"
And we drank each other under the covers.

I eased the devil back with the throttle,
Because I'd rather live my life in regret than not take part in it.
If the devil don't mind, well it's alright with me.
So what do I do when the devil don't notice me?

Give me the strength to be widowed now that the honeymoon's over
Grant me the privileges saved for the sailors.
Condemned with you all.
Goddamn you all.

(And in my 27th year, I was dragged kicking and screaming into the
Light. I looked at god in the face and I said, I said god I said, "I
Thought I was in heaven the whole time")

I tied the devil to the tracks
(can you hear the train coming?)
And I tied the tracks in a lover's knot around the finger of a beautiful girl.
I'll keep hell if hell will have me.

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trained in the art of devastating the arts be remaining unmoved in their midst.
we came down, down, down from that high and now we're looking for more.
we're bloodless now, and we are uninterrupted by the majesty of it all.
we're passed around, around, around like the currency of the friendless roads.
one trick pony. and the parlor isn't big enough for the both of us.
'til death do we rock?
we're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you keep buying it.
'til death do we rock?
you're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you're still buying it.
the closed circuit of stimulus that runs between fashion and guilt is winding tighter around the heart.
our orbits are collapsing upon themselves. we're retreating into the vogue where we're sucking the blood from the necks of guitars.
beg for the scraps of prose that piled up behind the bar. though we try and try and try we get the melody wrong but we remember the words.
we're the parasites but we are delicate in the way we bring each other down. we were oh so close to the start when they finished us.
aim the mast at the ground.
aim the mast at the ground
sail us to the belly of the whale
'til death do we rock!
we're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you keep buying it.
the closed circuit of stimulus that runs between fashion and guilt is winding tighter around the heart.
our orbits are collapsing upon themselves but we stand in the traffic indifferent to the grand histrionics of god. unmoved.

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we're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls. the less you breathe the more you see of it all.
the lions share is courting the teen one hand holds them back while the other is holding me. we don't connect though we're both disconnected.
oh, oh yea we're so in love or else we're waving unloaded guns in the air. but it's the same thing ain't it?
I'm only here to give you someone to leave when you get bored but the first mistake so good it'll only ensure another.
oh, oh yea you look so good or you're just saving your flaws for the tight lipped lover. it's the same thing, ain't it?
we're lost.
profound.
and we are bound by the secrets we keep from each other.
pick up your heels or dig them in. it don't matter when the void is ravenous.
it's too late for us now anyway. it's too late for us now.
this confession is a lost cause- cause we got dead before we arrive.
we're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls.
so grab your old lady and dance into the breach. yea lets dance one more time into the breach.
oh, oh yea we're so in love or else we're just waving unloaded guns into the air. but it's the same thing ain't it?
divine light speaks from a severed wire, so we hit the town like our parachutes failed.
we're lost.
profound.
and we are bound by the same dichotomy.

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Don't try to resist, you're coming with us.
provisions are made, accommodations are met.
your words are recoded in the bleak genetics of the mob.
praise apocrypha-omitted offense,
to relieve us of guilt but not of our sin
we've sacrificed discourse at the feet of your clever turn-of-phrase.
now you owe it to us, we demand to be taken aback,
to be showed the revival of hope, for which your words are responsible.

Oh, it's the end of the line,
I'm cornered by a precedent; the sneering public eye
My job here is done.
My job here is done (you're fucking welcome).

retract the accolade, the candid acclaim
inspiration is cutting its loss
regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art
You've been fooled again, the red herring's a joke.

I've tried so hard to tell you that I tapped the well dry,
but there's no word
stay wistful and young
the affected are banking on oblivion in the drone of embittered hope,
and we're sold by the way they wrote it.

Oh, it's the end of the line,
I'm cornered by a precedent; the sneering public eye
My job here is done.
My job here is done

it is better to destroy than to create what is meaningless,
so the picture will not be finished.

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We cut our teeth in the bedroom.
We slit our wrists in our costumes.
All of them, witches, witches, witches, witches!

We are the death of the party.
We are the life of the funeral.
All of us, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen!

I want the ripened fruit.
I want the fresh meat.
I want the first born.
I want the down beat.

We traded vows on the front line.
They ushered us through the stop sign.
All of them witches, witches, witches, witches!

We found our way in the blackout.
We are the ghosts in the lighthouse.
All of us, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen!

I want the open wound.
I want the dark street.
I want the virgin blood.
I want that wet heat.

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How ironic
I'm nailed to the cross
while the vultures stuff their mouths.
God and the devil are split by a thin white line

Six feet from an early grave
nine inches from being saved
eighteen hundred miles of skeletons on the interstate

Why do I give myself away
Why do I bleed so easily
Why do I give myself away
To be yours

Six feet from an early grave
nine inches from being saved
eighteen hundred miles of skeletons on the interstate

Why do I give myself away
Why do I bleed so easily
Why do I give myself away

If death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick
or I'm all yours

Why do I give myself away
Why do I bleed so easily
Why do I give myself away
To be yours

Her clothes will crack and peel off
A hard stance that a habit made soft
I am eaten of worms until I give up the ghost

If death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick
If death's coming it best come quick
or I'm all yours

TAKE ME HOME

How ironic
I'm nailed to the cross
while the vultures stuff their mouths.
God and the devil are split by a thin white line

Why do I give myself away
Why do I bleed so easily
Why do I give myself away

I'm worth nothing to me

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Wait until they send your son home in a box.
See if you're dancing when water is everywhere.
Anguish is endless but deaths unambiguous.
Wave as it carries him off and pose while it fits you in hospital gowns.
Flirt with the men dressed in white.
Slip into bed with the fire that consumes our house.
Sing on your surveillance tape.
Smile in your autopsy photo for once.
Phone up the boys that have buried your bones.
Where do you get off loving life? As if it's done any of us any good

You're going to wish you were me when the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves and you're standing on the edge holding a rose.
Dead where we stand and you concern yourself with such things as your status and what's in fashion?
Don't say you can't be this bothered.
Death becomes us all.
You've got some never having hope in this ghost town port of call.

Someday your insides will turn themselves out.
Tell me what purpose our efforts have served when we end up in the ground?
More acts will follow the roles we have played.
Everything loved will expire. I've seen it all and I'm worse off because of it.
Good men have died in my arms.
I've been everywhere yet we'll end up at the same depth.
What's the point?

You're going to wish you were me when the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves and you're are on the edge holding a rose.
You're standing on the edge holding a rose.
Don't say you can't be this bothered.
Death becomes us all.
You've got some nerve having hope in this ghost town port of call.

There's nothing to see here. And nothing gazes back at me.
There's nothing to see here. And that nothing looks back at us.

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I've drowned my conscience and cast another stone.
I took to preaching while dancing on the code.
I can't see where I've been and only god knows where I'll be.
But there must be a place for a wretch like me.

Oh, lord knows I'm tired,
But I, I, I won't rest my head until I'm home.
And if my hands find themselves another body, well,
You can't blame them for trying to keep warm.

Morals are simply a matter of time,
And where you lay your head's a question of pride.
But when it's said and done you'll find in the light,
That privilege and wit make me misfortune's child.

Can't tell collapse that it needs to slow down.
Can't tell death that it shouldn't come around.
And when they take my head and put it on a stake,
I know that guilt and disgrace keep the dead man awake.
Bartering your figure for a paralyzing love,
What have you done?
What have you done?

I tipped the scaffold and laughed until I fell.
Girl if you need me, grab another from the well.
I can't imagine what hell has in store,
But I know if I'm there I won't wander anymore.

Oh, lord knows I'm tired,
But I, I, I won't rest my head until I'm home.
And if my hands find themselves another body, well
You can't blame them for trying to keep warm.

Oh, lord knows I'm weak,
But I, I, I can't clear my head if I'm asleep.

Morals are simply a matter of tide,
And where you lay your head's a question of pride.
But when it's said and done you'll find in the light
That privilege and wit make me misfortune's child

Can't tell collapse that it needs to slow down.
Can't tell death that it shouldn't come around.
And when they take my head and put it on a stake,
I know that guilt and disgrace keep the dead man awake.

We've lived under this dark cloud forever.
Waited for the bad light to break.

Just let me tell that one again,
With a little more feeling.
We slept at the crossroads together,
Tried to make an honest mistake.
Just let me tell that one more time,
Without a smile on my face.

And now the road is empty.
As every promise is.
If life is pointless then point taken, say amen.
So light another candle and point my body out to sea,
Because your heart is no place for a wretch like me.

Another stranger passing.
A common dissonance.
If life is pointless then point taken, say amen.
So light another candle and point my body out to sea,
Because your side is no place for a wretch like me.

When they unearth these passages,
Will I appear to be proud?
Not if you're listening close enough.
Not if you're sounding it out.

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God knows I've longed to feel something but now's not the time.
I'm caught up in the heartless disorder of a Friday night.
Focused on staying distracted until I lose sight of the tiresome and clinical patterns of my life.
I will cherish this love for the rest of my night.
One day I'll find myself facing the firing line.
Serves me right.
For the record I've written my crimes.
I will cherish this love for the rest of my night.

[Chorus:]
Lord have mercy on my soul.
I've had a good run but I can't run anymore.
Just put me down.
Lord have mercy on my soul.
I've had a good run but I can't run anymore.
Just put me down.
Can't sidestep the long arm for too long with this paper trail.
I've let them devour my heart for some material.
But I'm a drunkard, a coward, a crook. I ought to change my ways.
Face the music. Carry the can. Etcetera. Etcetera.

What's next?
Trust me, I'm still with you somewhere. I just wish it was here.
Someday I'm bound to feel guilty but now's not the time.
I'm sure I'll get what I'm due.
Everything will be fine.
Hell bent on finding the next fix in the fog.
You're in a cab on the way to your house. Change the locks.
I will cherish this love for the rest of the night.

[Chorus]

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Put me to rest before it spreads.
It's not long until the bugs eat through to the castle wall and besiege my noble heart.
New flags are raised.
Cut off the gangrened limb.
In case it begins at the neck.
Save yourself from me.
Save yourself from me.

Please, once and for all.
The impact is dead ahead so take the gun and apply the brakes.
I can feel the onset of lust course through my veins.

Help me let go. Hell in holding on.
Help me let go. Hell is holding on.

So relieve me of life.
Give me what I came here to get.
I'm not coming home.
Not coming home.
Not coming home.

Be it undead or dogs, they will come for what's mine.
Though I put up no fight at all it's not my fault.
And so on.
And so on.
And so on.
And so on.
This is not me. This is not me.

You can't mute the virus once it screams your name.
I've changed the guards at the gate for the sake of the king.
This plea is old hat.
These bites are old hat.
This song is old hat.
Every word is old hat.

I'm not coming home.
Not coming home.
Not coming home.

Be it undead or dogs, they will come for what's mine.
Through I put up no fight at all, it's not my fault.
Happy dagger. Make it brief.
Happy dagger. Be brief.
Happy dagger. Make it brief.
Happy dagger. Be brief.

Start the chemical fires.
Chimneys bleed white smoke.
Before the worms even find me the crowd is given new hope.

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I have lived every day of my life
Thinking only of what I should think
When I read back at everything
That I have written
On how I lived my life

And in the process of doing so
I have started the chance to feel alive.
Just to stay an observer of an impartial observer.

Here I go again. I'm chasing my tail around the sun.
Standing beneath a tortoise under an elephant under the world.
The gravity of the battle means nothing to those at peace.
I can't believe I thought my thoughts meant anything.

When we think we've reached the end, we're only back where we begin.
When we think we've reached the end, we're only back where we begin.
Superman. Superman. Superman.

We are starving to death on full stomachs.
Running miles, new hearts on old legs.
If I had known all the howls were false alarms,
Oh just imagine the ammo we'd save.

Here we go again.
I'll come to your party if it goes until 4 question marks at least.
3 or less and it's not worth my time at all.
On nights like those my absence trumps my company.

When we think we've reached the end, we're only back where we begin.
When we think we've reached the end, we're only back where we being.
Superman. Superman. Superman.

I truly believe I'll be remembered and that even this sentence will be studied.
Will you think I am wise because I'm aware of that?
Or am I just killing myself before they get me?

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You've heard the voice of God, solely.
Everything is so clear to you.
Reload for the greater good.
Focus.
Throw us at the feet of the fools.
You don't know how lucky you are that your life is so characterless.
All the worlds a cage and we are animals pounding at the glass.
Housebroken, declawed. Unaware of the threat.
Bull hooks that keep us in line while cameras flash and we play while the trespassers plot to collect on their debts.
There were eyes everywhere that I went.
You'll be found.
Mark my words.
You will be found.
Stripped down and held to the light.
You will be found.
They will narrow their eyes, take aim and bring the world to its knees.
You'll be found.
Mark my words.
You will be found.
Just because you have figured it out.
Doesn't mean it won't happen to you.
Just because you have figured it out.
Doesn't mean it won't happen to you.
All the worlds a maze and they are scientists plotting every move.
Big brother will keep us in line with his snipers on the roof.
Though I'm cautious not to draw the attention of the fiends, I'm the happiest sadist around once surrendered to the drink.
There was fire everywhere that I stood.

There was fire everywhere that I stood.
Just because you're afraid of the dark doesn't mean that its frightened of you.
Just because you're afraid of the dark doesn't mean that its frightened of you.

You've heard the voice of God, solely.
Everything is so clear to you.
Slow down your racing heart.
Steady.
Quickly or it moves out of frame.
We are nothing more than mannequins.
Everyone is put of display.
This will not pass in time.
The moment will not pass.
Caught in the act for our lives.
The moment will not pass.
The dark doesn't flinch.
Take heed.
The moment will not pass.
Cover your tracks.
We're sitting ducks.
The moment will not pass.
We are nothing more than mannequins.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : New Junk Aesthetic

My cancer came knocking. It was dressed to the nines.
So I peeled back my skin and I let it come inside.
But it won't leave, though the guests have gone.
No, it pours a drink and requests another song.
Now it sleeps in between us.
Splits and doubles in size.
Apes my nuances of desertion, lust and arrogant pride.
And it drags me out of my head.
And it drags me out of my head.
The plague is now empowered.
My cancer waved torches.
Broke the lock on my door,
but I was powerless to refuse it anymore.
Is everyone comfortable? Is everyone having a good time?
My friends are all vampires. Come to drain and transform.
I keep the window cracked and the light on.

Kept the leftovers warm.
...maybe I make myself sick.
Make me give a damn and I will be with you everywhere.
I will open the sky.
I will follow you into hell
Kill everyone in our way.

Open your heart to the snake oil peddlers.
Open your heart to the snake oil peddlers.

"Make me give a damn and I will be with you everywhere.
I will open the sky.
Kill everyone in our way."
Most romantic lines ever.

Snake oil peddlers are people who sell "medicine" but are fraudulent and/or ineffective.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : New Junk Aesthetic

Cleaned up the mess I'm in, now I am born again.
Naked, spotless motion without strings.
I've flushed the filth to sea, the limbs and sharp debris but if that water rises woe is me.
Hearts aren't beating they're counting down.
Breaths aren't stolen they're groomed and given out.
The closet is teeming with broken bones.
I'll be driven out and swallowed whole.
I walk a crooked mile with the devil on my back puppeteering, schemes with every step.
But I once could walk through walls and drift above it all, pursuing endless love to endless depths.
Hearts aren't beating they're counting down.
Breaths aren't stolen they're groomed and given out.
The closet is teeming with broken bones.
I'll be driven out and swallowed whole.
Object all you want but I am not done with you.
Lives will be lost.
Children will grieve.
Entire nations will crumble and blood will run deep, but we will be redeemed.
You and I will be weightless.
We'll stay unborn so death can't start the clock and love can seep through our pores.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : New Junk Aesthetic

Yea I know I look worse for the wear.
But I have everything at my fingertips.
I've been infantilized by a pat on the back and an endless go-ahead.
Ain't nothing gonna break my stride.
Ain't nothing gonna slow me down.
Oh no. When there's no one disapproving.

Yet its women not lack of ambition that keeps good men bedridden.
Jesus Christ I am forever making the same mistakes
Yet its women not lack of ambition that keeps good men bedridden.
Jesus Christ I am forever making the same mistakes.

I continue to stumble around as long as everyone cheers me on.
Am I the only one without the weapon to end the war?
Ain't nothing gonna break my stride.
Ain't nothing gonna slow me down.
Oh no. When there's no one disapproving.

Yet its women not lack of ambition that keeps good men bedridden.
Jesus Christ I am forever making the same mistakes
Yet its women not lack of ambition that keeps good men bedridden.
Jesus Christ I am forever making the same mistakes

Deaf men in the city of sirens.
Blind men in the presence of snakes.
But I'm adrift in a sea of temptation.
A newborn with inadequate skills.
Turn the party up, honestly be damned.
How fucking pathetic of me.
I can't go this way.
Not when I have your heart.
Oh what a childish life I have led.
God, what a wicked man I have been.
But ain't nothing gonna break my stride.
Ain't nothing gonna slow me down.
Oh no. When there's no on disapproving

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : New Junk Aesthetic

Despite what you think
I can offer you nothing
I'm seasick and strung out and tired of adjusting
Hands on the dashboard where I can see them
Hands on the dashboard where I can see them
Let me think
Let me think
I'm all backed up
Just let me think
If you would be my bride
The smoke and mirrors of blissful lives
Will throw the hounds off the scent
Learn the lines
Learn the lines
It's all I'm asking
We steal what we need and the rest we call love
We steal what we need and the rest we call love
Take back the night
Drug the captors and run for your life
This is not what it seems
Stockholm syndromes just excessive grief
If you leave me
I'm coming with you I promise you that
If you leave me
I'm coming with you I promise you that
Get out while you're still god's child
We are deer in the headlights
Motionless til we're ripped to shreds
Stop following me around
Stop following me around
Learn to lie
Learn to lie
Learn to lie
Learn to lie
That's all I'm asking
We steal what we need and the rest we call love
We steal what we need and the rest we call love
Take back the night
Drug the captors and run for your life
This is not what it seems
Stockholm syndromes just excessive grief
If you leave me
I'm coming with you I promise you that
If you leave me
I'm coming with you I promise you that
Get out while you're still god's child
Hands on the dashboard where I can see them
Hands on the dashboard where I can see them
Don't look up
The cheap thrill of our impending doom is all I have
The cheap thrill of our impending doom is all I have
The cheap thrill of our impending doom is all I have
The cheap thrill of our impending doom is all I have

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : New Junk Aesthetic

Amidst the most barren scene how are we lost?
Lost?
Lost?
You've got to be fucking kidding me
Shut up
Just give me the wheel and I'll drive
You are not yet fit to speak on my behalf
We deserve to be moved by more than force alone
Instead I've been witness to loss
Upon loss
Upon loss
I'm assailed by the thoughtless who sing to their own
Caught in the middle
I'm pinned between the egos and the drones
Skill has been called to arms
Goddamn kids have grown up to let down
All around us are dissonant sounds
We're misplaced and we'll never be found
All these kids have grown up to let down
I'll be spinning in my grave for the rest of my life
Have I taught you children nothing all this time?
This labyrinth that we're puzzled by
Is nothing but a straight line
But sometimes those are even harder to navigate
We deserve to be moved by more than force alone
Instead I've been witness to loss
Upon loss
Upon loss
I'm assailed by the thoughtless who sing to their own
Caught in the middle
I'm pinned between the egos and the drones
Pride has been called to arms
Goddamn kids have grown up to let down
All around us are dissonant sounds
We're misplaced and we'll never be found
All these kids have grown up to let down
If this is the state of my art
Then I secede
If this is the state of my art
Then I secede
We're walking Spanish down a plank that stretches miles
You are not yet fit to speak on my behalf
What a shame we're forced
To suffer this senselessness and insanity

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

I want to be dead with my friends,
I want to be dead with my friends.
Wide-eyed, brilliant, tie them in rags.
I want to be dead with my friends.
I want to be dead with my friends.

When the iron sharpens the iron.
When the iron sharpens the iron.
When the iron sharpens the iron.
sharpens the iron.

I want to be dead with my friends
I want to be dead with my friends
Mother load, unforgettable end [?]
I want to be dead with my friends

Let boredom cease the beating of our purple hearts,
Against this, even gods fight violently in vain,
What chance could we have stood?
We're the last of the lost,
but now we're the first of the fashionably late.

Loved ones decompose,
You'll dance around their bones
Most of us are holy ghosts
All of us are holy ghosts
[x2]

We made the scene when we made a scene
And though it was brief, it meant everything.
Oh what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints.
Oh what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints.

Against this, even boys fight violently in vain,
What chance could we have stood?
We're the last of the lost,
but now we're the first of the fashionably late.

I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave
I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave
I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave

You were all there with me
You were all there with me
You were all there with me

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

Insect lust or insect love. There's no telling them apart if you're not a
bug. But from down here I can see the gears the guts of the watches, molecular
tiers. Now if you're a bug in insect love then you only do things with other
bugs. But if it's lust (and survival is a must) then the things that you do are
to other bugs. There are laws built into the nest and this is the crux of it.
But how do you apply this to the world? We are given too much room to be
expected to do only good. We are more curious than bold and we were quiet
before we went cold. Animal art or animal shit? Boot legged thoughts or
collegiate wit? It all looks the same if it ain't holy writ. But from up here I
can see the gears, where the guts of the clocks mimic heavenly spheres. Our
mathematics and our faith are just ways of devouring space while we continue to
devolve. Separate hearts are the whole of the law.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

Old black tusks ripped off of the beast at the bank of the swamp and carved
into statues of arthritic Gods or the handles of blunt swords that you'll one
day run upon, with your eyes covered in moss. Shot down in it's sleep. The big
game of the world wide garbage heap. You mounted it's head on your wall. The
prize? Hollowed out eyes, mold in the cracks of it's skull. The fur is matted
with blood and it's tongue wet with mother's milk. Gates opened wide and bedlam
came. Wise men were forced into a layman's trade. With nothing but time, chaos
reigns. A great quiet has followed you to here. A blustering wind with nothing
of worth in it's heart or hands. Your legacy is "a dull catalogue of common
things." You've never even seen the blood you've drawn or looked in the eyes of
the kill you claim was yours before taking your picture with it.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

I need a new rock bottom. I've got to find a beloved back alley. I'm bored
as hell in Soddom and Eden is just another dry county. The local haunts have
been blessed, all their spirits dispossessed. Even our bed is the second best
and the end isn't near it is now. These drugs won't even bring me down. I wanna
dance but I don't hear a sound. You can't fuck when your friends are around but
my slow death drew a crowd. Can't take two sins off of one ox. Pile them on
because she won't spare the rod. You don't drown faster the deeper you sink so
you best make peace and take in the sea. Nurse that stray black dog. Stay low.
Keep digging. Divine light continued to shine for so long that the battery died
and no spark can be seen in my eyes so it waved death down. The rapture came
and it went while my faith was treading cement. I'm hell bound but I'm heaven
sent so I'm lifted back into the ground. I've ascended back into the ground.
There was whiskey in the Devil's blood and there was blood in my cup so I will
make me a better grave. I will find my own way.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

I'd rather beg your forgiveness 
Than solicit permission
I'd rather know that it broke your heart
Than doubt that it will

Every time we divide
We put zeroes under the line  
And we publish it as our proof
That nothingness is divine

I can't find a way to grind your heart to a halt
It was probably just the wind
I don't ruin you like I did.

I would rather be a jealous man
Than an off-duty cop
I tried to be a babe-in-arms,
Not a bull in a china shop
A sheep in wolfs clothes

I'm a hangman without a rope.
Who am I trying to kid?
I don't ruin you like I did.

When you live your life being scared to death
Then you might as well be wounded.
If you spend your nights being short of breath
Then I'll keep these shadows moving

(If only you could see me now.)
If you could only see me 
I'll take what I can get even if it's restraining orders.

Hold
Your
Fire

What do you take me for?
What do you take me for?
Did you think I could garner attention with tact?
What do you take me for?

What am I trying to prove?
What have I done to you?
Left at the altar and asked for a bed.
What did I expect you to do?

Give me an audience
Black loveless eyes
I have hundreds of costumes, but not one disguise.

Places everyone
Fangs out

I'd rather beg your forgiveness 
Than solicit permission
I'd rather know that it broke your heart
Than doubt that it will

I would rather be a jealous man
Than an off-duty cop
I tried to be a babe-in-arms.
Not a bull in a china shop

I will see 
You in the dark
I will see 
You in the dark

Castrated stranger with candy hearts.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

At the bottom of the first drink I found my nerve. At the bottom of the next
one I met my girl. At the bottom of the third drink I found a fourth and at the
bottom of that one was a trojan horse that carried in demons who brought their
brides and they tempted darkness where I lost my mind. Well the fifth drink
found it and carried it home where my girl was waiting one foot out the door.
Another night spent gathering dust. Mug shot of a marble bust. Ruination leaves
the lantern lit so I know where the good lovin' is. I used to be a goddamn
saint. I said my prayers and handled snakes until the road introduced me to
sin. I only shook hands with drink but he had friends with him. I curse the day
we raised our glass up like a bridge to let the Devil pass because he ain't
ever left this town and only beaten and unborn are living with him now. I used
to be a holy man. "Once put an onion in a beggar's hand." But now I'd rather
not believe. How can a man I've never met be so cruel to me? At least I'm in
good company. I'll drink to that. Dash the cup. Fifteen years has been long
enough. Put the child in an unmarked grave and burn the black book, page by
page. Go alone, there is your road. For once, I'm awake and I will not serve
madness. I am not the company I keep. Dash the cup. Fifteen years has been long
enough put the child in an unmarked grave and burn the black book, page by
page.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

Wherever I go, there too shall be grief (my love) doting on me, tenderly.
Vacant praise for her hollow man. Such poise. What loyalty, what elegance.
Inspired lust in a languid tongue (saved love) and found me where there once
was none. So I burned the bridge she'd have taken to leave. Each one. She's all
I have left. C'est la vie. The more it spreads the closer I come. (Better off
behind your back) where we consummate in the presence of none (dead weight
don't wait) for the violent and endless stream (a spineless yet supporting
cast) of charmless that are harming me. From the cradle to the grave it has
been a walk of shame. What did you think that your absence could bring, old
friend? My heart, it bursts with cavities. A slur couldn't rouse the sadness
I've seen look close. That beauty is life and she's with me. Flaunted
indifference is cheap cologne. Actor, you speak of me in formal tones. To the
gutless dogs that cried mutiny know this: marooned with grief, I'm richer than
kings. From the cradle to the grave has been a walk of shame. I am dead, what
is one less worm? Seconds off of a prisoners term? This is hell. You brought a
candle to burn? I am death. And you have marked my words.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

Thanks lord, but I don't need anymore poor advice, poor advice.

I caught in the cannon with a one way ticket.
Four riders in a town with one horse.
I wagered a sure thing,
Against what was behind the first door.
Stack the chips, ready to ride.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It's fool-proof and it won't do,
To make safe bets while I'm towing the line.

Thanks lord, but I don't need anymore poor advice, poor advice.

I had a lock on a dirty little secret,
A raging bull who was fixed to fall down.
I've been waiting at ringside my whole life but still swinging on.

I got debts piling high.
I got addictions and ex-wives
But I've stayed true, so I thank you
For bearing witness while I waste my fucking life.

I'm ready to pay the judge, to pay the judge, to pay the judge now
I need to tip the scales, some sort of bribery, I'm not waiting this out.
I'm ready to pay the judge, to pay the judge, to pay the judge.
I need to grease a palm, some sort of certainty, I'm sick of waiting this out.

I should have learned a more noble craft,
Out of the library into the lab.
And "Will the machine gunner please step forth?"
There's only room on the rescue boat,
For butchers and bakers and men with hope.
And And will machine gunners please step forth?
Will machine gunners please step forth.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

A proud hush had taken hold and you worshipped at its feet, but calm was
not long for this world. I took up arms and you begged I let it be, but reason
don't live here no more. Step aside, It's not worth your life. What is this
"peace" that you sneak off to at night? What sacred spot will I be buried in
when I have covered every inch of land in terribleness? I have declared a war
on the silence before the storm. Don't stop to think. Just end all good things
while you can. Ruin all the love that you have or that god damned thing is
bound to come back. In spades. Step aside, it's not worth your life. I am the
fear that drags you into the light. I've covered every inch of land in
terribleness by leading a war on the silence before the storm. Take the
stillness out back and put it on its knees. Stop your crying, who do you love
anyway? Who do you love? What does he have that I don't except you?

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

The stand in will suffice, I suppose. A tunnel painted on a brick wall.
When the crowd arrives in droves, they don't question the depth at all. I got a
weak heart, so I've heard. I wouldn't know because it hasn't said a word. All
these winters, not a sound. It probably never had a chance to thaw out. You
don't touch what you want to survive, so this distance is keeping me alive
until the ones that have loved me are dead. I will hold my breath. And pray
that my aim is true. The meat sits in my blind spot. The maze around it is the
meal I want. The meat sits in my blind spot. Hallelujah, got a trophy kill.
Maybe the flesh will have its day. Maybe the meaning will not get in the way.
God saves every third person, but he won't help us if we help ourselves I only
marvel at existence in the language existence permits. Most hearts make
terrible sounds, so I laugh. An army of images stalks the land in search of
ideas. I am struck only when I think to step back. So a stand will suffice, I
suppose. A tunnel paint on a brick wall. When the crowd arrives in droves, they
don't question the depth at all.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

No broken hearted people, no crash, no flame, no sermon at a casket nor a
howl into the grave. Every bone was in position, every hair was in position.
Every hair was in its place. A light comes. Pulled off a dark country road. New
roman suicide note. All the way closed. So it goes. No organs to be salvaged,
no teeth to be compared, we asked for no police involvement because we knew you
weren't there. We threw a birthday party and at the table in your chair, a
lightness. Pulled off a dark country road. New roman suicide note. All the way
closed. So it goes. As long as your name is on my list or your story written in
the choruses then true death couldn't get you. But when its spoken for the last
time, the weight is lifted. A third eye. So I make a vow to forget you.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

Deaf, blind granite block content to graze with familiar stock. A local
lard not an english black, we don't venture into the fog. Homeward bound and
gagged not twenty steps from the door. Dispensable as cooks at sea or
journalists sent to war. No one found me spellbinding, no one offered me a
drink. But by crippled hands at the potters wheel, I was given shape and
insects appeal. Sent to work the graveryard shift at heaven's JDC. A legend to
the peasants there, but lights had caught me unaware. I've wandered into your
graces, so how do I get out? It's been quiet for too long, but pompous phrases
and alarms can't help you now. And every pervert outside of every fence has had
his fill of your kids. He's clocking out. Such indecisive crusaders. A martyr
made into a scenic blur. A lookout into a left behind. What wounded pride. No
one finds me spellbinding. No ones buying me a drink. I've been to the lions.
Left high and dry by the 8th circle of hell. Where are the spoils? I want the
ticker tape parade. Damn these filthy rats.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

Blood letting just to slake the lust of the little fangs writhing around
the trough. Oh how they run. While my love, back home at our infirmary, is
drying up. Her heart beat is on hold so if tomorrow finds her dead, I'll blame
the ones that "loved" me best; that worthless lying crowd of snakes and the
committee of pigs that suck on the breast of a pregnant pen and shit out
promises. I'm chastened by a spiteful and unrelenting "gift" like a horse at
the end of a whip, yet still holding up. But my love, she doesn't reap what I
sow. We cannot dine on bread alone. Give me the fuck what I am owed. Because
daddy needs a new pair of shoes and my girl is to be blue. I have given you
everything but it is never enough. My heart beat is on hold.

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Artist : EVERY TIME I DIE
Album : Ex-Lives

Still balancing the bar, stiff-necked. Withstanding change like a tragic
play or holy war between the sects. The carnival stands but the cities will
tend to move. Like planets around a star, or water circling the drain? Sould
less potboilers. Avant guardian angels on the wrong page of the map. Avant
guardian angel I am heartache, let me pass. Still holding up the wall. Still
life. A landmark placed for the photo op. He's got no teeth, he doesn't bite an
empire falls but the cockroaches stay to breed. Is it superior genes, or won't
death collect such awful things? Yes it's garbage, but does that mean that it's
art? Gourmet carnage, a pulse without a heart. If you leave it hanging long
enough, someone will be amazed and just because it's personal doesn't mean it's
not cliché. If it doesn't look like something now, steal it before it does.
Avant guardian angel on the wrong page of the map. Avant guardian angel I am
heartache, let me pass I will be there to help straighten out the frame that so
proudly displays my own death certificate.

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Artist : FLAME
Album : Flame
(feat. Thi'sl)

[Chorus x2]
Dawg the truth a travel
When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks

[Verse One: Flame and Thi'sl]
[Flame:] A yo
The I, I see our generation is fallen
Sick like Mardi Gras and we don't live in New Orleans
Real like '95 when bloods and crips was bangin'
When my homie said "Flame forget school I'm slangin'"

[Thi'sl:] They skip school they bangin
Roc choppin' and slangin', posted up they hangin'
Till he hit wit a banga

[Flame:] Now he's covered in blood but not the blood of Christ
His ice is bloody and not even his diamonds shine

[Thi'sl:] His soul is lifted, the sad part he wasn't gifted
With the gift of life through Christ we're given

[Flame:] STOP! Better yet go straight to the cross
The cross of Christ who came just to quicken the lost listen

[Thi'sl:] The word says He's the judge of the quick and the dead
The healing hands that restores us we sick in the head

[Flame:] Bless the one that bled, when our hearts were hard
He called us forth, and visit our spiritual grave yard Father

[Chorus x2]
Dawg the truth a travel
When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks

[Verse Two: Flame]
We're the Christians that witness out on the front line
And if we losin' our breath its not from runnin' from one time
It's from grindin' shinin' and spitin' bars of truth
Exhaustin' our whole heart to school yards of youth
Feel like I'm fastin' cuz dirty I ain't ate in a while
We been preachin' while heathens are fakin' a smile
They not happy knowin' your daddy is locked up
He snorted so much coke his nose is stopped up
Ya mommy got knocked up, ya homie got chopped up
Yet he still poppin' them rocs and you throwin' ya block up
We spit Jesus dirty for more reasons than one
Cuz time is leakin' even more of a reason to run
Call me Flame cuz my temperature's 209
I feel the fire preachin' Jesus before we run outta time
It's one Christ one hope one life for real
And since we all gotta die hope I die in the field

[Chorus x2]
Dawg the truth a travel
When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks

[Verse Three: Thi'sl]
No doubt fam where I stand with the team
I'm a runnin' back the head coach Christ the King
John 1 shows us how Christ esteems
We champions now through Him despite the ring
Like Aragon He comin' back like "Return of the King"
Like Sam I'm walkin' with Flame to carry the ring
Opposin' squad hate to come through and bury your dreams
But like John man my eyes have seen some scarier things
But we take it to the streets because they need the truth
Break bread and fellowship and go and feed the truth
Drop seeds and intercede that they heed the truth
Edify and strengthen them so they don't leave the truth
Flame fam I'd bleed for you- but that goes without sayin'
Cause I know Christ He breathes through you
No doubt what we came to do, what we about to do
Hit the roof tops and shout the truth

[Chorus x2]
Dawg the truth a travel
When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks

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