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Rhythm of Control
02:47
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Venom finds shelter at the back of my throat.
Through these words I provoke.
I'll constrict your neck, force you to choke.
Sold to the sorrows of your soul.
And your heart will sing what your lips won't say.
A pause, a fraction of mind to sit and prey.
Damn, I'm dancing again.
Sold to the rhythm of control.
I drag this line from the pit of my lungs; "My death stare, a revenge tipped spear aimed straight at the ones I fear."
I know you cherish god, but soon you'll curse my name.
Savior of your empty shell.
And the shit we did... lets just say we're revered in hell.
Noose like love, home to mud, I guess it's just in our blood.
Control!
Naughty by nature, mischief my major.
Tried being good but that just wasn't my flavor.
Life's a cycle of staying dry while waiting to drown.
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In a tomb, on a hill, I toss and turn contemplating sleep.
Forever restless, I strum the strings of my withered heart.
Forever falling, gravity becomes my art.
I fucking trip over myself.
My words.
My wisdom.
Immortal is a prison.
Chained to the world we live in.
Constant conflict in my head.
Old corrupted soul, no where to go.
Five feet dead in relation, thorn in-my-side sensation.
Drag me from an early grave, that'll be the last mistake you make.
Why stand tall when the trench is all I know?
All I know!
Siding with the dark-side, wronging the right.
Anger is a plight and we're all diseased.
I'm siding with the dark-side, wronging the right.
Anger is a plight and we're all diseased.
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough.
Fuck this fame, this game, it means nothing to us.
All the money in the world couldn't buy you love.
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Amerikkkan Tradition
02:52
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Born with a god-like justice and a vision of the high above.
Fortunate son of the system, force a careless shrug.
We are saints in war yet mongrels of peace.
Vicariously curious of destruction among the weak.
1984!
Black boots at my door!
1984!
Head down on the floor.
This is what we want!
Please, give us more.
Another bomb dropped, a cancer, a plague for you and me.
Lions can't be bothered by the suffering of sheep.
American tradition, push the poor into the mud.
American tradition, the folks forgot how to love.
American tradition, this is how it always was.
American tradition, pay the price in blood.
In blood!
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Voice & Vinegar
02:51
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When the moment finally comes, the court of the dead will judge my head.
Until then, I sit atop an angel's shoulders speaking in tongues.
Oppositional defiant disorder.
Hypnotized and swallowed.
Don't you feel so hallow, for this moment can't be borrowed.
Hypnotized and swallowed.
Hypnotized and swallowed.
As beautiful as this hole is, I need to climb out.
I need to climb out to find my fucking self.
I'm a soulless attraction for the soulful.
Stuck on a warpath, achieved nirvana at last.
As the roses kiss my grave.
Life is not measured in years... only in deeds.
So fuck off if you dare confuse emotional with weak, I'll slit your throat with tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Is this waking life or a dying dream?"
With a scream sweeter than honey, tell me where it went wrong.
Point a swollen tongue at the moon and pray for the sun.
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The Line
04:03
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Silence is a scream to someone else.
Pushed or pulled, we'll never know what brought us to the edge of..
Over and over it plays inside my head, this self-constructed hell.. I can't lay to rest.
Put me down!
(How did you survive..)
Who says I did..
(With a whisper for a mission?)
I'll push further from extraction, closer towards the abyss.
White phosphorous. (47 victims found..)
Burden me with a cold soul..
My only warmth comes from fires of old.
Till I bear the nightmare I brought..
Repeat death or cancel life... I have complete control.
Feel like a hero yet?
In this desert of mess, I hang myself above the rest.
No water, no shade, another glorious day.
I'm fucking up..
It takes a strong man to deny whats right in front of him.
Death toll... too many...
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6. |
H.Z.Y. (Demo)
03:59
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Demo.
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7. |
The Line (Demo)
03:55
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Demo.
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8. |
Our God is a War (Demo)
03:07
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Demo.
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DirtLogic Agawam, Massachusetts
There's a bit of Jimmy in all of us.
All DIY. Mixed/Mastered by Dave Osip.
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