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Weathermen
03:20
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On the day of the coming storm,
You will be asked what you came here for.
Take your place down on your knees,
And rightfully begin to worship thieves.
When the cloud blocks out the sun,
Will you fight, fuck, or eat your gun?
When the dust starts to settle in,
Who will survive? What will be left of them?
Feel the flesh on your tongue.
Drink the blood, drink The Son.
Confess every single deed.
Upon shame, your savior feeds.
Gospel of The Weathermen,
Tell us where to begin.
Baptized in the flood.
Wash away all the sinful blood.
On the day of the coming storm,
Lay facedown on the floor.
Grab your siblings hand in hand,
And embrace the final days of man.
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Carrion
06:28
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High upon the altar,
High upon the noose.
I have had your daughters.
I have tasted youth.
Clawing at the bedpost,
You have called my name.
When you held me close,
The face was not the same.
Laid upon the pulpit,
Raised up by the choir.
Led by burning passion.
Ignoring signs of fire.
Rolling through the blackouts,
They have heard her pleas.
Blamed for all the actions,
Wishing for release.
Lies will always falter.
No longer the truth.
Serving every master,
Never have to choose.
Let them all inside you,
to touch upon your soul.
No longer recognize,
The pieces of the whole.
High upon the altar,
High upon the noose.
I have had your daughters,
I have tasted youth.
Clawing at the bedpost,
They have called my name.
When they held me close,
My face was not the same.
Carry on,
Carry on.
It's not like me to interrupt.
You never got to know me,
You gave me the trophy.
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3. |
F.Y.A.A.
00:21
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4. |
Take It Back
04:04
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All loss,
They left with nothing.
Keep suffering,
Keep murdering.
The cost,
Of infested clothing.
Sleep restfully,
Eternally.
They doctored up the truth.
They fed us drugs to ease our minds.
They doctored up the truth.
They made up gods to cover lies.
Two paths,
Never intersecting.
But ending at,
The same place.
These hands,
Capable of hunting.
Too broken,
To give chase.
They doctored up the truth.
They fed us drugs to ease our minds.
They doctored up the truth.
They made up gods to cover lies.
It's not a gift,
It wasn't given.
It's time we take it back.
Crimes of the past,
Not forgiven.
It's time we take it back.
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