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Lightning Needles
01:53
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Sleeping with calamity and waking with sweet dreams of nauseous loves and shit soaked tongues
We only wanted salvation
To bite down and stumble up
We only wanted salvation
To fill this rusty fucking cup
Sleeping with calamity and waking with sweet dreams of lightning needles and sleepy kerosene
Sleeping with calamity and waking with sweet dreams of nauseous loves and shit soaked tongues
Wake, consume, abuse, repeat
Wake, consume, abuse, repeat
Wake, consume, abuse, repeat
Wake, consume, abuse, repeat
We only wanted salvation
We only wanted
Wake, consume, abuse, repeat
Wake, consume, abuse, and fucking repeat
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2. |
Heck
02:19
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A familiar face with the stench of transience has held its greeting too long
I've shared my secrets with a holy plagiarist
A haloed snake with no definition (no definition)
It's backwards righteousness with hopes of fuck
It trades it's face to be a head on a plate
It's backwards righteousness with hopes of fuck
It trades it's face to be a head on a plate
Head on a plate
I've shared with it my filthy hymns, coerced verse, and shame filled scriptures
Bring me his head
Bring me his head
The head of the plagiarist
I've shared with it my filthy hymns, coerced verse, and shame filled scriptures
Bring me his head
Bring me his head
The head of the plagiarist
A familiar face with the stench of transience has held its greeting too long
I've shared my secrets with a holy plagiarist
A haloed snake with no definition
Bring me his fucking head
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3. |
The Children Are Full
04:12
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Overwhelmed and medicated through an unforgiving flash
Never too late to pull the trigger through a filter of ash
We can see it
There's tangible fear here
We can see it
We can see it through each other's broken mirrors
Broken mirrors
Listen closely as the pills drop
Listen closely as the chamber is locked
Listen closely as the pills drop
Listen closely as the chambers lock
Overwhelmed and medicated through an unforgiving flash
It's never too late to pull the trigger through an unforgiving flash
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4. |
Feedback Years
02:44
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Looking back with intent on feedback years
Trading licks and laughs on dirty roads
Dirty roads
Looking down
The trash ain't as bad as it seems
Looking down
We fell in love with whatever stuck to our feet
Looking down
The trash ain't as bad as the rest
Looking down
We fell in love with whatever stuck to our feet
Looking back at feedback years
Smiling with thirst and blistered tongues
Laughing through bruises on every curb
It was never too much
All our houses will be haunted some day
But for now we've got the gutters to ourselves
Just you and I
So let's rejoice
Looking down
The trash ain't as bad as it seems
Looking down
We fell in love with whatever stuck to our feet
Looking down
The trash ain't as bad as the rest
Looking down
We fell in love with whatever
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It just can't be again
Not again already
Fuck
I swear I was just there
I was there already
These roads all go to the same place
Round and round, round and round
Here we fucking go again
Here we go
If I could turn the wheel just slightly
to hear the crash of glass and steel
To feel free, feel free, feel free
It just can't be again
Not again already
With just a small amount of courage
Just to press on the fucking gas
Slight turn left and again is never
And never again
If I could turn the wheel just slightly
To hear the smash of glass and steel
To feel free, feel free, feel free
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6. |
Jesus in Leather
02:15
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Straining your eyes for devils
Prophets to share the blame
You've been searching far and wide
For a saviour to call your king
Old and jealous gods to mend your wounds and forgive your sins
So lash your back while you sing your favorite fucking hymns
Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate
Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate
Straining your eyes for devils
A prophet to share the blame
You've been searching far and wide
For a saviour to call your king
Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate
Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate
Straining your eyes with doubt
No prophets to share the blame
You've found your fucking lies
An empty throne with no king
No love from gods to mend your wounds
To forgive your fucking sins
So keep lashing your back while you sing your favorite fucking hymns
The masochists dream of the divine
They pass the baskets to hold their place in line
The masochists dream of the divine
The masochists cover their sad, bad, black, blue, and broken hearts with Sunday's best
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7. |
The White Coats
02:51
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Reapers in white coats, with scythes and pads
pave the road with the sick and the dead
They've dug a hole where the scapegoats go to die
I've seen them all with their rolled back pretty eyes
Take my hand, we're going down
To see heaven's own hell
Heaven's own hell
Take my hand, we're going down
Where they are seen and never heard
Never heard
And I hope the trip is worth it
I hope the trip is worth it
To hear what they say when they swallow their tongues
To hear what they say when we swallow our tongues
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Insured Erections
02:18
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Plastic faces reach from the dark
Insured erections tear us apart
We're surrounded while the sick breed sick
The faces have come with a lust
to pass the flesh around
With a foreign and obscene warmth
They give us rope
They pass the flesh around
While the sick breed sick
They pass the flesh around
While the sick eat sick
When the faces have lost the lust for the world
they hand us rope
We sick slip the noose with a foreign and obscene warmth
Give us rope
Give us rope
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It was the second of March and death hadn't taught me a thing
All suicide, black and white, the bell rang serpentine
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
A lonely liar with chapped lipped apologies
I share my belt with dead friends
A staring contest that never ends
It never ends
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
I am mine
I am mine
I am mine
mine
On the second of March, Death hadn't taught me a thing
All suicide, black and white, the bell rang serpentine
There was no love lost as heaven lost it's sakes
No love lost through the sweats and the shakes
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
I am the hypocrite and the trouble I bring
A lonely liar with chapped lipped apologies
I share my belt with dead friends
A staring contest that never ends
It never ends
I am mine
I am mine
I am mine
mine
I am mine
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10. |
You Were Found Later
02:16
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Dear blue, bloated and alone
Insects in your temple, one thousand eyes roam
Dear blue, bloated and alone
In your burnt spoon tomb the rats have found their home
Once more, you're the center of it all
You gave yourself to the beasts so they may crawl into a liar's mouth
that spoke of triumph
Triumph and hope
Dear blue, bloated and alone
Insects in your temple, one thousand eyes roam
The beasts now nest in denial's glare
A blank stare no different from before
The beasts have found a use for you
The beasts sustain on blue
Dear blue, bloated and alone
In your burnt spoon tomb the rats have found their home
Dear blue
Dear blue
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11. |
Vicious and Dreaming
01:44
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Worthless dreamers
They've sent the leeches
They'll taste your home and so will I
They've staked their claim on my desperation
So to hell with moderation
I need a fix
I need it
I need a fix
I need it
I need it
Now here they are to gorge on dreamers guilt
Grinning wide with their bellies so full
They're caressing our insides
They whisper that it's okay
Keep cool (keep cool)
It's okay (it's okay)
Worthless dreamers
They've sent the leeches
They'll taste your home and so will I
They'll whisper nothings
They'll bleed you dry and so will I
So will I
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Shadow Snakes Syracuse, New York
Aaron, Jesse, and Graham from Ed Gein. Steve from Breather Resist. Jay from Architect. Aging hardcore veterans with no time for bullshit...and no time for touring.
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