1. |
Blackout
02:43
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Wide awake,
I can't take it no more.
skin and bones with my knees to the floor.
A plague of devils made their way through the door
and they broke my back.
Wide awake,
I can't take it no more.
skin and bones with my knees to the floor.
My former life showed it's face at the door and I want it back.
I was born just to suffer.
I am an animal!
I'll bite the hand that feeds me.
And now I'm heading for a
Blackout!
Blackout!
Blackout!
Blackout!
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2. |
Concrete Jungle Warfare
02:11
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Stack the bodies as high as steeples.
A few graves soon grew to a crowd.
All the mothers who buried their wombs
tried pleading with people but they turned their heads.
Shrouded in darkness, it's a way of life for them.
To live and die in this hell seems so wrong.
It's a shame,
they'll aim for the back of your head.
Survival.
Blink and you might end up dead.
Concrete Jungle Warfare
Concrete Jungle Warfare
Concrete Jungle Warfare
Flames crept skyward as high as steeples.
A single spark soon grew to a cloud.
All the mothers who buried their wombs
tried pleading with people but they turned their heads.
Shrouded in darkness, it's a way of life for them.
To live and die in this hell seems so wrong.
It's a shame,
they'll aim for the back of your head.
Survival.
Blink and you might end up dead.
Concrete Jungle Warfare
Concrete Jungle Warfare
Concrete Jungle Warfare
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3. |
Killers
02:19
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Set them all on fire.
Burn them all alive.
Kill the liars first.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
Info overload
My brain is feeling like it will explode
Can't read another line.
It's the same thing every goddamn time
They're killers
We're freaks
Let's spill their blood
Show no mercy!
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4. |
Dance of the Snakes
03:15
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Just how long can we stay
tangled up in this place?
One heart as black as a spade,
a tongue as sharp as a blade.
Just how long can we stay
tangled up in this place?
one heart as black as a spade,
one heart that's been torn away.
Piss, love, blood, and hate.
We dance like hissing snakes.
Venom for the pain.
We dance like hissing snakes.
How much pain can you take
and make it back from this place?
A simple test of your faith,
how much pain can you take?
Just how long can we stay,
tangled up in this place?
Two hearts torn away,
how much pain can you take?
Piss, love, blood, and hate.
We dance like hissing snakes.
Venom for the pain.
We dance like hissing snakes.
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5. |
Toy Guns
02:12
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Hands up
Open fire
Toy gun and badge.
They'll rob you of your fucking life child.
Hands up
Serve and protect
Resist arrest
Post mortem dead to fucking rites
Shots fired
Bleeding out
Full restraints
Hands up
Open fire
Resist arrest
They wanna take your fucking life from you
Hands up
Open fire
Boots on your neck
They'll do it with a fucking smile.
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6. |
Death Breath
02:09
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The cancer is spreading
We don't have much time
Morphine drip is blurring the lines
The radiation is burning my skin
Fragile and lifeless, newspaper thin
The smell of death
on your breath
if I could take your pain away
I'd kill myself
The treatment is working
It bought us some time
no food, no drink, no semblance of life.
The hate for myself it grows from within
With God as your will
Atone for your sins
The smell of death
on your breath
If I could take your pain away
I'd kill myself
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7. |
Falling In
02:19
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We wear sins of our fathers
No shame, perverse and hallow
Imprints, dna models
Live fast and die by their hands
Am I following or falling in?
I'm not following, I'm falling.
We wear sins of our fathers
Untamed, perverse and shallow
Imprints, dna models
Live fast, die by the bottle
We fear sins of our fathers
Echoes through time have traveled
Imprints, dna models
Live fast and die by your hand
Am I following or falling in?
I'm not following, I'm falling in.
Am I following or falling?
I'm not following, I'M FALLING!
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8. |
Bones
02:20
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Suicide
Final penance
Third act
Unforgiven
Relapse
Remission
Sleep forever now
A loss of words
A total blur
Been here before
Escape it all
Bury my head
At the liquor store
Relapse
Remission
Last call
Unforgiven
Suicide
Final penance
Sleep forever now
A loss of words
A total blur
Been here before
Escape it all
Bury my head
At the liquor store
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9. |
Winds of Desolation
02:07
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No light and my bones all ache
I don't think I can take it
We'll drive til the wheels fall off
But I don't think that we'll make it
Strung out in the back of the van
Don't know where we're going
Redline to the heart of the South
Will it ever stop snowing
I hear winds pick up outside
White out everything in sight
Untamed, wild of the night
The Winds of Desolation have arrived
No light and my bones all ache
I don't think I can take it
We'll drive til the wheels fall off
But I don't think that we'll make it.
Bloodbath in the back of the van
Don't know where we're going
Redline to the heart of the South
Will it ever stop snowing?
I hear winds pick up outside
White out everything in sight
Untamed, wild of the night
The Winds of Desolation have arrived
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NightFreak Chicago, Illinois
Feral Punk.
Chicago, Il
New LP 2024 on Big Neck Records.
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