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Vendetta Kind Of Mood
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VENDETTA KIND OF MOOD - The crows have gathered at the foot of my bed, and they’ve gotten the sense I’m less alive than dead. My heart, my head, battered and bruised from the life that I’ve lead. Years down left my skin cracked, years kicking up dust has turned my eyes jet black. Every choice can turn to regret in hindsight that you haven’t seen yet. We’ve got a new flag to fly, we’ve got a new battle cry… We are switchblade knives at the throats of thieves, we are the beggars, done begging, done living on our knees. There’s an angel at the head of my bed, and if she falters my soul goes to the demons instead. My heart, my head, sutured and sewn by the things that she’s said. Years down have left my heart drained, years kicking up dust has turned my hate to distain. Every choice can turn to regret in hindsight that you haven’t seen yet. We went for broke and it damn near broke us. We’re merciless from what the world has shown us. We’ve got a new flag to fly, we’ve got a new battle cry… We are switchblade knives at the throats of thieves, we are the beggars, done begging, done living on our knees.
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Kings of Queens
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THE KINGS OF QUEENS - I’ve refused to let myself love, cause I’m not quite sure if you’re the sword or the dove. Spent years guarding empty safes, been taken by the things that I took on faith. This may be the day I dare to hope. My heart will keep on beating for the eastern coast. This may be the day I say goodbye. This may be the day I say… I’ve refused to let myself dream, cause I can’t decide what the fuck that means. Lived in my head till I found some truth, there’s no beauty so fleeting as the beauty of youth. Bury my heart on the eastern coast.
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Wolves
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WOLVES - We are wolves among sheep, getting our strength from the blood of the weak. We don’t close our eyes when we sleep, we don’t smile we just bear our teeth, We got skulls stitched in to our overcoats, hearts made of stone and we go for the throat… and if you don’t know, no one is safe, no mercy is shown. We are wolves, wolves. Skulls stitched in to our over coats. We are wolves, wolves. Hearts made of stone and we go for the throat. And if you don’t know, we’re ripping through flesh, splintering bones. No mercy is shown, we are wolves. We are predatory wallflowers, laying in wait as minutes bleed into hours. We don’t know retreat… get hit, we don’t bawl we just ball up our fists. We got skulls stitched in to our overcoats, hearts made of stone and we go for the throat… and if you don’t know, no one is safe, no mercy is shown. We are wolves, wolves. Skulls stitched in to our over coats. We are wolves, wolves. Hearts made of stone and we go for the throat. And if you don’t know, we’re ripping through flesh, splintering bones. No mercy is shown, we are wolves.
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Theme for Gotham
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THEME FOR GOTHAM - I was born with blood in my veins, but grew accustomed to the ice it became. Been as mean as a rattlesnake bite since being left for dead in the New York night.
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Crooked Numbers
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CROOKED NUMBERS - Born to raise hell, born to be reckless. Born to slit throats, born to burn bridges. Forget regret… forget regret. We cut off our noses to spite our faces. Pavement laid upon cobblestone, like the skin on our back covers the hate in our bones. Wound up in all the same fucking places. The storybook lives we’ll never know, the skin on our back covers the hate in our bones. Born to raise hell, born to be reckless. Born to slit throats, born to burn bridges. Forget regret… forget regret. Born to dissent, born to defy. “Gravel on our guts and spit in our eyes.” Forget regret… forget regret. Born to raise hell, born to be reckless. Born to slit throats, born to burn… We came up short on our all fathers dreams. Pavement laid upon cobblestone, like the skin on our back covers the hate in our bones. It’s just unreal how prudent violence seems. The storybook lives we’ll never know, the skin on our back covers the hate in our bones. Born to raise hell, born to be reckless. Born to slit throats, born to burn bridges. Forget regret… forget regret. Born to dissent, born to defy. “Gravel on our guts and spit in our eyes.” Forget regret… forget regret. Born to raise hell, born to be reckless. Born to slit throats, born to burn… The skin on our back covers the hate in our bones.
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