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Paradise
03:32
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Paradise lost in these Bmore streets, No choice for you but pay the cost
Swinging my way out of mental breakdowns, struggling to fight my war
Snatching souls out of who I have to, Family members pray to their god
Complete fucking lack of empathy, See blood before my feet hit the floor
Chorus:
Balloons on the lightpost
Bottles line the walls
Fading memories
The game was your down fall
One regret= I can’t kill you again, Spill another 9 pints of blood
They wrote your name on the bricks where you stood, Then drug your fucking name through the mud
Feeling relief as I move to the next, Your breathing is what caused me pain.
Once I signed that bloody contract, Demons soaked in with the rain
Chorus:
Balloons on the lightpost
Bottles line the walls
Fading memories
The game was your down fall
Running from the sun, Trying to blot out all the light
Digging for my home, to clear my line of sight
Hungry for despair and broken dreams
Shattered hope and forgotten fiends
Running on razor blades
Blood is all that’s left of me
Repeat 2nd verse
Repeat Chorus
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2. |
Locked In
02:09
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Residing in flames, Sleeping in the ashes
All I see in life, is commas, dots, and dashes
Neck deep in grimey, I try to put this life behind me
Duck, dodge, and dip, but it always seems to find me
Chorus:
Efficiency over Morality
Suffering is reality
Efficiency over Morality
Death no doubt reality
Locked in a room, The silence won’t break me
Purple yellow bruising, The signs are never ending
Methodical plotting, to drop you where your standing
Contracts on my enemies, with a thousand still pending
Repeat Chorus
Cashing in my chips, It begins where it ends
I’ll haunt your every move, to push you off the ledge
Make you doubt your sanity, make you doubt what’s true
I’m living to die, And I won’t leave without you
Repeat Chorus
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Needs
04:09
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It’s all I need, Not hard for me to face it
Cut me open let me bleed, I can fucking take it
Don’t look now, It’s for your own good
I’m gonna burn this fucker down, Just to make it understood
It’s All Mine
Living for the dying, Desperate for the Bleeding
After all the killing, I’m the bloody second coming
My choice, my life, don’t mind if I do
I’ll take you for a ride; don’t take your conscious with you
It’s all mine, you can’t take it
My choice, when to end it
ALL PAIN, NO SHAME
IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER
ON MY WAY DOWN
HEADING UP A STEP LADDER
ONE ROPE, 3 STEPS, KICK AWAY
IT’S THE EASY WAY OUT, THAT’S WHAT THEY SAY
It’s all mine, you can’t take it
My choice, when to end it
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4. |
Dope God
02:19
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Slip into darkness as the others lead the way
You know your days are numbered but convincing them that you’re ok
Self medicate to make it through the day the farther you fall
Self medicate to make it through the day is the only way to cope
You don’t give a fuck even though there is no hope
You don’t give a fuck even though they think your lifes a joke
Chorus:
All your faith, and your god, fades away everyday
Get more fucked up just to try and numb the pain
Even though it never works and your body fades away
Get more and more high just to try and mask your shame
Depression sets in and you wanna cash out everyday
Repeat Chorus
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Flock
02:41
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Your minds a ball of clay, you let the others shape it
Can’t believe a word you say, they stripped you naked
Don’t know how to stand your ground
Follow or get beat down
Just another spineless clown
You’ll pay with blood even if they’re around
NO strength you flap in the breeze
Just cater to their needs
Lost soul, poisoned and diseased
Suck it up don’t whine you’ll never be free
You fight their battles, they’ll never be won
Been groomed by a flock of sheep, never found your way, the damage is DONE!
Chorus:
Put yourself in a world of shit
You’re fucking glass I can see through it
Kissin ass won’t get you back
You stuck your neck in the tourniquet
It doesn’t matter how hard you stare, your all image and talk
Those sheep can’t save you and your as soft as the flock
Repeat Chorus
3X
THOSE SHEEP CAN’T SAVE YOU AND YOU'RE AS SOFT AS THE FLOCK
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Butchers Hill Baltimore, Maryland
Vocals: Drew Evans
Guitar: Chris Andersen
Bass: Eric Vocke
Drums: Bryan Glaeser
Recorded at Oblivion Studios
By Mike Bossier
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