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Liquid Gold
02:07
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Wake up, wake up
Why do you digress, you need a shakeup
The drugs are good, life is good
Hate us, hate us
You want an argument, why don't you face us
I am drenched and poorly styled
You're dressed in fur and feel alive
Grab onto the hand of a miser
You grab it tight, don't take it, take it
I can see self-doubt in your plans
Eat from their skulls, repeat until full
Take this, take this
It's your body's holes filled with liquid gold, you are shameless
Drain them slowly, drain them slowly
The floor is stained with red and gold
Grab onto the hand of a miser
You grab it tight, don't take it, take it
I can see self-doubt in your plans
Eat from their skulls, repeat until full
Retreat to the fold, disgracefully cold
Satiate, cull, repeat.
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2. |
Black Dog
03:00
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Take this black dog, it's latched on deep
Double rows of sharpened teeth
It pins me down, numbs my face and fogs my mind
I can't replace it
This takes me back to a time, now I am blind
I can't replace it
Triggered by a simple argument
I get so bogged down with the misanthropy
This takes me back to a time, now I am blind
I can't replace it
Eyes open, clear mind
Take my energy, this light is just for you
Let's fuse them together, the bright and fearless few
Take this fire we share and make it something new
Or we'll drift through, drift through, drift through
I can't replace it
It's the Black dog, It's the black dog
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3. |
Cold Man's World
02:24
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Pulling teeth from the bite of a larger beast
Cold eyes accept it
Bleeding out, this world’s infected!
As the grip tightens around your throat,
Will you fight for life or stand faceless, grey with guilt?
It's a cold man's world
It's a cold man's world
Looking down from the highest tower
Claiming wealth, land and power
Their stomach's empty but we're alive
You force-feed liberation, cold bodies intertwined
All these closed-handed gestures
You were our last hope, our last hope
Take another chunk of sorrow
Insert it in our lives
You’re our last hope
You’re our last hope
You’re our last hope
This ain't right!
You can't purloin our properties,
Devout, let's face our enemies
Don't believe the media, accept the facts
We're war-torn ‘cause of money
We fall short ‘cause of money
It's them!
All these closed-handed gestures
You were our last hope, our last hope
Take another chunk of sorrow
Insert it in our lives
You’re our last hope
You’re our last hope
You’re our last hope…
To survive
Don’t beg, don’t borrow, just watch the others follow.
It's a cold man's world
Cold man's world
Cold man's world
Cold man's world
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Blackness
01:26
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Kidnapped, and trapped in
Against his will, he crawls in the box
Accused him of trespassing
Assault him, threaten death to him
Just run, just run, just run
Tripped into dirt, cable ties bound his hands
He screams forgiveness, just for walking the land
The sadness, hear his sadness
It's the blackness, this is madness
Come on! Come on! We want to throw the petrol
Come, come! Let's throw the petrol on
There’s room in the box, put a snake in there
You can try fight back, but you wouldn't dare
Cry like a pussy, what are you scared?
Your life is fuckin worthless, you'll see.
He cries out for help, it just falls on deaf ears
The two stand emotionless, bemused by his fears
Blackness! The fucking blackness!
Takes the form of two filled with
Madness! Fucking madness!
All this for just walking the land?
Come come, come come
Torture won't end this divide
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Witch's Grip
01:59
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What the hell!
Is this a trick, my mind is sick and slowly sinking
Under the fear, from voices clear, twisting my meanings
I can't join these souls
The witch’s curse is left untold
Cut the throat of life
Scraping mould from blunt knives
It falls in threes, two shattered knees
No one to catch me, broken spine
Crawling through the past, into the black and hazy, fawn shrine
The fawn cries!
Cut the throat of life
Scraping mould from blunt knives
This witch’s grip is deep, like cancer
The witch’s grip is deep,
This witch’s grip is deep,
This necromancer's Grip is deep
Why won't you take off this spell?
Why won't you take off this spell?
The witch’s grip is deep, this witch's grip is deep
The witch’s grip is deep, this witch’s grip is deep
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CREATURE Birmingham, UK
Pulling teeth from the bite of a larger beast.
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