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Fresh Kill
02:57
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Dying, Dying, Dead
Cold hearted til my very last breath
Sacrificial lambs, gunned down, quartered and bled
Lack of fear & respect, blatant disregard
Crimson painted blacktop, hang the yellow tape
Every shell case numbered, burner is in the lake
Goin, Going, Gone
Pitch Black over & done
Now the weldings over, the drop won’t take long
Now my hands are clean…….Redemption
55 gallon casket seals your fate
Pouring in the concrete, cops are on the take
Red dot found its zero, Job Done!
Stumbled to the asphalt, Bad Run!
You took your fucking chances and got spun!
It’s Over & Done
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Hoodwinked
02:44
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Your dirty little habit won’t let you die
It just consumes you while you vomit up the lie
You don’t deserve better, you are a dog, stay beat
You just one big fucking hole, on your knees, hit the street.
You bit the hand that fed you.
Premeditated pain continues
It’s self-inflicted shame that kills you
Not an ounce of fucking guilt runs through you
Another day, another sucker that pays you.
Get the money, fuck the needle then turn blue
It’s nothing but hell that saves you.
Gonna pay the final price when your soul is due.
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Flock
02:40
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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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Skinning Cats
03:14
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I’ve got you inside in your head, consumed in confusion, your misled.
Buried under one ton of lead
Driven under 16 tons of falling lead
Take the pain, choke it back
Total Self-control is what you lack
Obey the cross, they got your back
Take your silver savior, paint it black.
Out of misery, hanging from the rafters till your bled.
Falling weightless, hits the ground, you see red.
Lost in the lies where you hide
Doing what you are told gives you pride.
Found really safe inside your mind
Regret comes cheap is what you will find.
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5. |
Paradise
03:25
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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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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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