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No Insignia
03:59
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Border of pride, lifetime of ache and strife. Farewell to this empire and good night to this promise. Gnaw on the bones of the fascist skeleton, or watch their stomach grow while thousands lie in ashes. Some never flinch upon an order cold and cruel -- painted in the color of a blade in the back of our neighbor. No remorse. No compassion. No insignia. No peace found in this last breath. (With a cosmos in our veins) Run weary tonight, you've pulled the strings and opened our veins. I'm wearing your eyes and I hate what I see. No peace found in this last breath. Under the last thread of night we collapse. Patience is a virtue best left for the rats of mercy. Throw faster, hit harder (hit harder). Thousands of miles away ache comes to pass. With a cosmos in our veins we are all god and this is hell. Run weary tonight, you've pulled the strings and opened our veins. I'm wearing your eyes and I hate what I see.
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No Headline
03:04
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Carried out underneath a sun so mysterious with no remorse and no rest for the dead. Carried out underneath a sun so mysterious. Never a headline, never your concern. This isn't something I'll turn away from. I hope it makes you sick. This is starvation for the greed of wealthy men. I won't play a role again. Black market workforce/candelit vigil, they were you, there is no divide. Shouting "sister save us, sister save us." Black market workforce/candlelit vigil. They are you. There is no divide. Shouting "I'm all full of old blood". But there was a holy ghost who cleared the dirt from her throat. And could see the evil sons by the split of their tongues. Not one more stitch, never again a human life in your ditch. Not one more god damn stitch, never your flag for human starvation. No divide.
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Hearse Song
02:16
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This is not the heart, this is just your only state of mind. Aching for equality, no bloodied hands or tired eyes. This is not the heart, this is just the place we choose to die. Lay our heads, lie our heads off, take what we need to get by. I've become a hearse with a flat tire always willing to deliver the bad news. Much too fragile to carry out the task. I've become reliant on these crimes, payment due in the form of your first born. Much too fragile to finish the job. Much too fragile to finish me off. This is not the heart, this is just your only state of mind. There is no equality, just bloodied hands or tired eyes. This is not the heart, this is just the place we chose to die. Lay our heads, lie our heads off, take what we need to get by.
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Year of the Gnat
03:33
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We all wear a mask -- unremovable and ugly as fuck. And we all hold a grudge -- irrevocable and bitter as hell. Call this what you will, a greener hill to die on, a naive sense of pride. Placing our bets on each other, you and I. Holding our breath under water 'til our eyes burst. You plus I equals a procession of black cars. Them plus you perpetuates a chain of martyrs. A nihilist through and through because I was born a hypocrite just like you. 365 we're all living a lie, but what words rhyme with buried alive? This truly is the year of the gnat and I'll never convince you to take off your mask. If we took this advice and crucified the insincere tonight, we'd all be hanging from nails in our wrists before the sun would show its face. This truly is the year of the gnat but you'll never convince me to take off my mask. Never convince me. Never.
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Doubleghost
02:21
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Hit for hit we are all swimming backwards. Purge and spit, we all drown in the fire. You're now painted in tides, sinking fast. Awaiting your company. But no one followed you in quivering. Gambling with my air off shore. An open hand doesn't always mean something. My name is jury: the fucking judge. You're now painted in tides, sinking fast. Awaiting your company. So the next in line has died fearing the worst. What was it worth? What a shame when all you need to get by is just a little bit of faith and not to open your eyes. If you're not trembling then you've given up. You accept the way things are, the hand that everyone was dealt. We all drown together, or not at all.
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I Saw Rats
02:11
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I saw rats feeding on where your heart should have been. Ear to ear I saw knives in your smile. Vicious eyes, vagrant heart. Draw out your blurred lines and then cross them all. Cold nights remind her. May they always haunt. You've instilled fear, guilt and shame into the heart of another. Every day that you awake, just know that you're unforgiven. Awake and every promise is broken, so farther from you I wait. You've instilled fear, guilt and shame into the heart of another. What is the mark of a coward and how long would you endure it? Awake and every promise is broken. So closer to you I'll wait. I won't forget the time that I saw rats...I saw knives. So I saw rats feeding on where your heart should have been. For as long as my bones are solid there is a curse on your name.
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Suicide Nets
03:44
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Cast away my skin and bones. I wonder when they'll find my ghost. Cryptic messages found in everything you hold. Is this the cost of a bath in another's tepid blood? May nothing last? May nothing ever be sacred? Cast away my skin and bones. I wonder when they'll find my ghost. Disregard the long hours, the lack of windows, and the overseer. When it's over, when it's 18 in the ground and we call this fair, what can't be justified? It's never over, anarchy is dead and what a miserable funeral. Wake up. Disregard your aching fingers, your starving family and a visit from the CEO. When it's over, when it's the money exchanging hands so birth and death become their only right. It's never over, there's always a living, breathing, premature mass grave stabbing toward the sky. Forced out onto the ledge they'll sing these words: "may nothing last? May nothing ever be sacred?" Forced out onto the ledge, below is salvation. Cast away my skin and bones. I wonder when they'll find my ghost. Cryptic messages found and now that you know the truth, will you let it haunt you like I let it haunt me too? Cryptic messages found in everything you hold. We force our own to the ledge. Anarchy is dead.
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The Devil
02:14
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Healed. We are healed again. Built of frail minds, sinking lungs and bodies aching. This is a match for every empty skull of the families with gasoline eyes. The smoke is choking me out, but I love it. Don't you love it? When hands guide the hands that hold the throat of our own dissapointment, we're all set to choke and we're the ones who all made the appointment. Repent. React. Forget your promise of Heaven, spitting out what you've taken. Now it's got you running. Now it's louder, but we need it in our lives. We've run out of ground to turn up for the health deprived. Louder always louder. You need this in your life, you've run out of legs to stand on. Eat what I prescribe. Healed, we are healed. You are the devil and you love it. Healed, we are healed. I am the devil and I'm sick of it. Sick of it.
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No one is listening. We don't hear it. This isn't happening until you fear it. Respect existence or expect resistance. Respect existence, gently shake the world, or expect it. When it's a gun in your hand or a gun to your head (only foot prints are left in the dirt). Every day is the same, no one is singing. Erode all vessels of abuse. And if your fight is righteous, eat the hearts of your enemies. Bleed it on me. Bleed it all out on me. Keep me warm only when necessary. Respect existence, gently shake the world or expect it. When it's a gun in your hand or a gun to your head (only foot prints are left in the dirt). Every day is the same, no one is singing. Shake the world. We won't suffer your dagger. I won't suffer a noose.
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The Wires That Hang
02:30
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"I've committed no crime" said the man who looks nothing like you. "I'm too young to lose this much blood" he cried as he died in the streets of your hood, alone. There are scavengers of human misery. There is a disdain for this pattern of history. No tolerance for your heart of ill consent. No tolerance for your tough guy bull shit. All the names of the innocent dead could fill another book. No more murderers, no more getting off the hook. No tolerance for your heart of ill consent. No tolerance for your tough guy bull shit. The wires that hang keep the blood running cold. This is a corrupt tradition, a sadistic ritual. This mentality fears no witness. Arrogance may pull the trigger. The wires that hang keep the blood running cold. This is a corrupt tradition, a disturbing rite of passage. No contest, no conviction, no noose tightly fashioned from the wires that hang. "I've committed no crime" said the man who looks nothing like you. "I'm too young to lose this much blood" he cried as he dies in the streets of your hood, alone.
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Comrades
03:23
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You stand by the door, a phrase leaves your lips. Your body is frozen stiff. A heart hits the floor, your tears undeserved. Wasted time and words. There's never a way, you cannot repay, and you can't make me stay. I wasn't built for this. There is no flawed design. I think it's about time to ride out. I'm not young and new, didn't matter to you. A child in my arms. We opened a door, and now for a whore. You crush it like this. You explain an attempt to remedy or subside. Contempt for you resides within me. You should live with the shame and bare all the weight. But I can't bare to try what you feel is fair game. I'm not that way. The answers are suicide. We say our goodbyes. A kiss on the cheek. A group of men wait outside. They approach in a way we deny we are gay and then we suffocate. There's no more air to survive.They'll bury us alive. There's no more air.
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Bed of Fire
05:38
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You're free to be loved at last. I will never burden you again. Your tears were undeserved. The jar of notes you wrote might as well be a jar of teeth. Though beautiful, they haunt my room. I could never bare to read another word. The blinds are still broken, the sun creeps in, illuminates and outline of you. I knew an angel. She suffered loss, yet I made her wounds large enough for me to crawl in. I knew an angel, she forgot my name. I did it to myself. She was never to blame. I knew an angel who forgot my face. Her bed was fire and my body kerosene. So I wouldn't lay there and risk another life. We'd diffuse bombs. We'd walk marathons. We'd take on whatever together, but I have her no longer. This is for you: I will close my eyes, let got of the wheel, count to ten. Close my eyes, let go of the wheel, let it end.
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Taking the long way home. Where I go, you don't know. Never ever leave me alone.
I knew an angel. She forgot my name. Because I took the wings from her back. I'm the one to blame. I knew an angel. She forgot my face. Because I clipped the wings from her back. I'm the one to blame.
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