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Dead Kings
01:41
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DEAD KINGS - Raise up the flags till they reach half mast, for the ones who have and the ones who will pass. There ain’t no going going back. We’ve put our souls at hazard. Stand in the rye with my arms spread wide while the innocents just run right by. There ain’t no going going back. We’ve put our souls at hazard. Sick to our stomachs from the nowhere talk, write it on the walls that the dead still walk. “This time I swear I’ll keep my nose clean,” another promise that you can’t keep. There ain’t no going going back. We’ve put our souls at hazard. If you’re calling people out, you better name fucking names, because making empty threats is a coward’s game. There ain’t no going going back. We’ve put our souls at hazard. Write it on the walls that the dead still walk.
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Diseases of the Blood
02:01
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DISEASES OF THE BLOOD - I know I’ll go through life hated for taking words on tips of tongues and spreading them in songs I’ve sung. With so much oxygen that’s wasted on niceties and wishing well and choking on truths that no one tells. Son, you gotta live your life in the trenches to understand how sweet revenge is. And if you wanna survive you better learn to love the coppery taste of your own blood. I know I’ll go through life hating, cause I pay through the nose for my sins while the rest of you fuckers are cashing in. The words we spoke lacerated our throats, and it’s just our luck to survive the cuts and succumb to the infection. Son, you gotta live your life in the trenches to understand how sweet revenge is. And if you wanna survive you better learn to love the coppery taste of your own blood. You better learn the love the taste of your own blood.
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We Are Forsaken
02:03
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WE ARE FORSAKEN - Bombs rain down on the ground around my feet, teeth break from the earthquake back beat. This is my every day. All the ways that we’ve been betrayed, from the womb to the fucking grave. Cling tight to your crucifix, cause I’m writing out psalm 666. Every week is seven nooses lined in a row, each one salivating for my throat. I guess some things never change. All the ways that we’ve been betrayed. From the womb to the fucking grave. Cling tight to your crucifix, cause I’m writing out psalm 666. It goes: “We are forsaken”
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Confidence Man
01:53
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CONFIDENCE MAN - You’ve been trading on our names. Parades of morbid sentiments, never really saying what you meant. You’ve been making some bold claims. Spilled you guts peppered with “maybes” and “buts,” But it all just sounds the same. Note to self: “You’re better off not knowing.” Note to self: “Cause if I’m going out, I’m going out in style.” I’ve been seeing through your games. So go and die your boring death, uttering bad poetry with your final breath. I’ve been tugging on the reigns. Stop this is ride I’m getting off, cause I won’t listen anymore. You’ve been trading on our names. You’ve been making some bold claims. Stop this is ride I’m getting off, cause I won’t listen anymore. Fuck that, I’m going out in style. Stop this is ride I’m getting off, cause I won’t listen anymore. Fuck that, I’m going out with my head held high.
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My Own Luca Brasi
02:16
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MY OWN LUCA BRASI - I don’t mourn for the skin that I shed, I’m fully aware that it’s already dead. So it goes. You just can’t walk these streets with anchors tied to around your feet. So it goes. For all you know I’m dead and gone. For all you know I’ll carry on. For all you know I’m gone. This should have been more grandiose but so it goes. Let’s dispense with pleasantries, cause I don’t give a fuck and I’m starting to see. So it goes. With all the clichéd scars on our backs, we slowly uncover the sordid facts. So it goes. Yes, I’m keenly aware of the fact that my funeral will be poorly attended. But I can sleep like the dead every night cause I stood up and fought when I could have surrendered. Cognizant of the fact that my funeral will be poorly attended. I sleep like the dead cause I stood up and fought when I could have surrendered.
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Somnambulist
01:15
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SOMNAMBULIST - Been forced to walk among the charlatans and hypocrites. Feasting on the fallen, happy as pigs in shit. Paid for mistakes I’ve made over and over and over again. Burn when it’s your turn, that’s the only way you’ll ever learn. This is the new sound of the blues, the new sound of nothing left to lose. Been forced to walk among the traitors thieves and parasites. Trading in piety for punishment I’ll tie your noose when its your time. Paid for mistakes I’ve made over and over and over again. Burn when it’s your turn. This is the new sound of the blues, the new sound of nothing left to lose.
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LAW OF DIMINISHING RETURNS - Salutations from your dear old friend, though I won’t be using that term again. Did you know that if you listen close, you can hear the hyenas cackling before they descend? We take our meals in much the same way. Dug the graves for the prices to be paid. Tonight we settle our debts. Cause we haven’t quite settled up yet. Former associates I have no choice; I cannot have double agents in my employ. Because a knife in the hands of a friend can surely come stabbing back at me in the end. Hang your head cause the time has come. You’ve gotta answer for the evil deeds you’ve done. Dug the graves for the prices to be paid. Tonight we settle our debts. Cause we haven’t quite settled up yet.
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The Gemini Lounge
00:47
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THE GEMINI LOUNGE - Bitter is the cold of the frost in the hearts of the damned.
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Honor Among Thieves
02:15
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HONOR AMONG THIEVES - The bones buried in your backyard, those bones you tried so hard to hide. They’re turning over in their shallow graves. The bones buried in your backyard will come back to haunt you heart. So let this burden weigh heavy on a head that can’t be saved. We’re too smart for the lies you’re telling, and too broke for the shit you’re selling. Savor the days when you get them singing your song, a chorus of, “poor poor you.” Those days run down and that fickle crowd sings a different tune. And you become the deeds you’ve done. The greatest liars have forked tongues. Retrace the things you said, every self pity filled word. Those sorry speeches won an army of the blind and naive. Retrace the things you said, and try to grow eyes in the back of your head. So you won’t have to turn around to see their retreat. We’re too smart for the lies you’re telling, and too broke for the shit you’re selling. Savor the days when you get them singing your song, a chorus of, “poor poor you.” Those days run down and that fickle crowd sings a different tune. The greatest liars have forked tongues.
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Bird of Prey
02:33
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BIRD OF PREY - “Now we lay ourselves down to sleep with x’s on our hands for the promises we keep, with daggers through our hearts for the times we fell apart.” These are all thing I’ve already thought. We’re chilled right down to the fucking bone. Sometimes a man’s got to make his peace despite the ever present vultures circling above. This is your backlash lashing right back. Cross my heart a cut out my tongue, for all the songs I’ve penned and never sung. For all the wars waged and the few we won. These are all things I’ve already done. It leaves me chilled the fucking bone. The songs of a dead man walking his line and doing his time, with the vultures still circling above. This is your backlash lashing right back. I hope you got a couple memories saved, cause there will be no return of the glory days. And if you slept, keep sleeping, there will be no encore. This is your backlash lashing right back.
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Martyrs
01:57
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MARTYRS - I ain’t no fucking martyr, there ain’t no holes in these hands. Betrayed by brothers, abandoned by friends, alone I stand. I ain’t no god damned savior, there ain’t no pity in this heart. I was born with the eyes of a shark, devoid of remorse, deadly and dark. If the godless go to hell I’d like to know. I’d like to have an inkling of the places that I’ll go. If the hollow holy rollers end up being saved, I’ll be digging ditches with the choices that I’ve made. But like they say, “You got to catch me if you want me to hang.” I ain’t no fucking prophet, and I’m not asking for your faith. I’ve seen this world in action, and there ain’t no one safe. I ain’t no god damned poet, and I don’t ask for sympathy. Among the things most over rated: catharsis and sincerity. If the godless go to hell I’d like to know. I’d like to have an inkling of the places that I’ll go. If the hollow holy rollers end up being saved, I’ll be digging ditches with the choices that I’ve made. But like they say, “You got to catch me if you want me to hang.”
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Our Pathogen
02:26
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OUR PATHOGEN - In the woods just on the outskirts of town, by the docks at the end of the streets where you shop, the body of a kid from around here was found under leaves, under brush, and in two weeks they’ll be clamoring for blood. Coming back from commercials in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. We just can’t sell the truth half as well as the shit that we shovel to pacify ourselves. We’re birthing demons. And pointing fingers at everyone else. In the woods just on the outskirts of town, by the docks at the end of the streets where you shop, hand covered mouths and finger pointing abounds. Cause we can't blame ourselves for the fucked up things that fester in our towns. Coming back from commercials in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. We just can’t sell the truth half as well as the shit that we shovel to pacify ourselves. We’re birthing demons. And pointing fingers at everyone else. Coming back from break in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. There are no devils or demons to be found in the woods by the docks at the end of the streets where you shop. Just some fucked up kids that everyone forgot in the woods by the docks at the end of the streets… in your backyard.
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Retire
02:55
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RETIRE - Hail to the upstart wide eyed reckless, smashing the glass of the broken down relics. Your time has come and gone. Hail to the upstarts spreading new pandemics, crushing the bones of the broken down relics. Your time has come and gone. Shrug off the curses that make us falter, that condemn us to repeat the mistakes of our fathers. We live between diagrams and definitions. Fuck all the things that have been said before, and all the rules that don’t apply anymore. We live between diagrams and definitions. If we have enough life left to bite the heads of the buzzards as they peck, We’ll bite away. Hail to the upstart wide eyed reckless. (As the weight of the crown drops your head to the ground.) Hail to the upstarts spreading new pandemics. (As the weight of the crown drops your head to the ground.)
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