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Modern Times
02:43
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A black veil falls when you turn on the news and I'm hanging from the ceiling from a double knot noose and I know, this is not what I wanted for me.
And at night when I walk these halls, echoes of silence in the darkness they bounce off these walls, but don't you know, the denial of death is a life philosophy.
Oh, Modern Times are getting to me.
Oh, Modern Times are getting to me, they're getting to me.
The irony of a man made disease, is that the ripper in this story is advanced technology. But it's hindsight 20/20, so close to dying we're not ready to go.
Oh, Modern Times are getting to me.
Oh, Modern Times are getting to me, they're getting to me.
Someday your pain will be useful to you.
There's a light at the end of the tunnel it's a freight train coming.
Oh, Modern Times are getting to me.
Oh, Modern TImes are getting to me, you're getting to me.
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Freedom Tour
02:37
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Oh my god we've been fed all these lies, some say the truth is harder to swallow.
Butterfly switchblade archaic devices, they takeover the words it's just so much easier.
Oh so what if she's a night walker, cruising the city looking for vices. Yeah all the boys they really love her, I bet your thoughts are much more twisted.
The local shops are no longer open, who the hell knows where Margaret is hiding. My memories are plastered in Neon Black, the motorcycle boy is never coming back.
On the wrong side of those tracks I stand with dirty fingernails, my hands are nailed to your cross. A thousand failed attempts and a puddle of blood.
A story with no ending but when did it start, a fiend without a face and a blackened heart. Youth with no future cut their fingers off, the thief of limbs is already gone on his Freedom Tour.
Oh my god you've been fed all these lies.
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Ripper
02:01
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They call me names but they don't know just who I really am
Shadow's a friend in there I hide becomes a guiding light
Believe in ghosts they'll never know
That I'm the one that purges this streets cause god chose me to sort them out and forgive their sins
Death has an eve
Bent on the arrival
Of a wave that cleans
And what really burns my blood to a boil
Newspaper saying that they've never seen a stranger thing.
I ride alone a fire born from hell in my eye
Devise is a ruse desperate for truth somewhere somebody lies.
Victims of hope
You learn to cope
Until one day you repent and realize
Six months from now
Then what's the difference
If its your knife or mine.
Death has an eve
Bent on the arrival
Of a wave that cleans
And what really burns my blood to a boil
Newspaper saying that they've never seen a stranger thing.
I've killed five but you've killed over a million (Listen to the voice of reason) x3
Why would you call me a villain when....
Death has an eve
Bent on the arrival
Of a wave that cleans
And what really burns my blood to a boil
Newspaper saying that they've never seen a stranger thing.
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Gaslighting
03:08
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Let's just close this hatch and strike a match on this house
What to us is a blazing glory to another a flare flickering from a far away
It's all a jaded perspective to someone with a different state of mind
Looking back in the same direction as us
Everything seems better from the distance and the scars from your past
with your makeup, although it fades in your features it hurts to even fake a smile
It's all a jaded perspective to someone with a different state of mind
Looking back in the same direction as us
When the lights go out we'll swim and then we'll drown in the shadows
It's all gaslighting moments when you're a child
The fine line between victim and a abuser just depends where your standing
It's all gaslighting moments when you grow up we're going down
We'll crash and burn anyway
It's all a jaded perspective to someone with a different state of mind
Looking back in the same direction as us
It's all gaslighting moments.
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The truth about life and death is everything goes on.
So ride your carcass with your flesh that's rotting , it will be a blank December, long live this hell.
So lets sell this inventory.
You bring the knife Ill bring my liver, you and I can make a crimson river.
Turn off the lights and lock the door, lets mutilate the past like we've done this before.
And in the after-burn of regret with all the thoughts that were never said and the dead have never spoken.
This is the end.
Hell yes Ill drink to that.
Don't be a trend, - the selfless advice from a dying man.
So when the ship goes down and your dreams have all drowned, the writing on your tombstone has faded its dawned.
We'll never be a vital sign in the heart of history.
You bring the knife I'll bring my liver.
This is the end.
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Nightmares
01:13
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I am the stranger in your nightmares
The cause of your sleepless nights
Like a ship going down with its captain
Sinks to the bottom with a heavy heart
And in the light gives birth to form but in the darkness you find yourself
Into this life we came deformed
But you never shared your hell
As of now you remain broken
Like shattered glass underneath my skin.
Vacancy sign in this hotel
It remains empty just like me
And at a lose for words
I hear you faintly calling death (me)
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Young Turks
03:38
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We march through boardwalks, trails of dust turn to dirt.
Smoking hand rolled cigarettes, let's pretend this won't hurt.
When the days become night, at night we come to life, and it all falls apart and it flashes like a suicide bomb.
If everyone's sad when the party's over, then why do they turn on the goddam light. Nobody said that this would last forever, so when its gone why do you act surprised.
Young Turks.
We die out on sidewalks, but nobody cares. Just make sure the pictures
framed, share it through your shallow grave.
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Vultures
02:36
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Save Satan Faust he's found a gun he's gone insane and wants to kill the angel of death.
Leave me in a corner playing a lonely pinball machine.Reminds me how we're just cogs in this clock minutes from midnight.
So lets pretend this life's a dream.
As the page turns paper turns to ash, skulls with cracks. Oh! I'm stepping on brains.
As this world burns, black smoke rises I inhale we're desperate for air. There's no god left to save your queen.
So leave me in a corner playing a lonely pinball machine, reminds me how we're just cogs in this clock closer to midnight.
So lets pretend this life's a dream.
Dead bodies walking among us, old sins casting long shadows.
Too tough to die but slowly we decompose. Leave my remains where only vultures roam.
Save Satan Faust he's found a gun he's gone insane and wants to kill the angel of death.
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Strong Walls
02:51
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Strong walls are vibrating
Strong walls are vibrating
(Wo oooo ohhh)
Strong walls are vibrating
The devil has to many faces
For you to face him on your own
Even if we're resting six feet under
Every body needs a home
Who you call a whore was once a virgin
Currency exchanged in misery
Locked inside a room without a window
Where's god's apology
Where's god's apology
Then Lay the hammer down
The nail rusts inside my skin
One day you put the fire out
The apple rots far from the tree
The devil has to many faces
One of them is my own
And the hate that was conceded
It burned down my home
The caves of hell I've seen them
But, who dare I show
Can't you feel it as it all caves in
It falls apart as
Strong walls are vibrating
Strong walls are vibrating
Strong walls are vibrating
(Rife with vice and violence)
Strong walls are vibrating
(Rife with vice and violence)
Strong walls are vibrating
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The Sea
03:17
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Old mans married to the sea
But he drowns in his pain
To bottom out and then release
A fight against fate ingrate
Communication breaks-down
Lost voices with words meant to inveigh
Burn the bridge and toll house
No one goes in or out
Heat drops a rise in pressure
We are all left in denial
Communication breaks-down
Fake idols shaking idle hands
Seems I've lost my mind
Snakes in suits feels like cannibals picking at my brain
Leave it all behind
To find my true north in the great beyond
Synthetic and depressive
We all came here to bleed
Melted plastic sounds divisive
Factory made for mass appeal
Communication breaks-down
When we assume then we give in
Seems I've lost my mind
Snakes in suits feels like cannibals picking at my brain
Leave it all behind
To find my true north in the great beyond
Its been more years that have gone by
motionless as it turns to let it be doesn't seem right
And now your waiting for a chance
to cross those tracks but the wagons
Will forever keep passing by.
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Blood bond broken
To lust for lies
Floors paved with corpses rotting with flies
When all that's human feels alien
And the answers cannot be found
To watch the house of the holy burn
It really starts when it ends
If mountain choirs guide us to the edge
I'll make that leap
Straight to the bottom (head first)
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