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Chaos Eternal
02:51
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Bury your broken bones at sea. All I've ever known has been torn from me. Dead roses shape this wreath, last sentimental steps to the sea. Crosses hang empty and all the mourners have been set free. Chased by fiery angels left to scorch the earth of need, leaving jackass to whore these souls gripped in fear. Mark my words, you'll fucking bleed. Mark my fucking words - You have been deceived .
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Slowboat to Pasadena
00:55
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Cavalcade of red pick up trucks, friendly faces from tiny places, where a difference of opinion is a reason... They've never noticed outside their windows, 'cause lill things amuse lill minds. Like a fiery cross that keeps these homes warm. Found myself on the action end of a noose on a slow boat called Pasadena! Their bodies wave like flags, strung from the highest bow, left to rot in this home of the brave. A voice of reason, sutured shut, left to die where it fought to belong.
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More Nails For Dumbies
01:16
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I must of missed that burning bush, while drinking water that reeked of wine. As you washed your hands in the blood of angels to build this shrine. Pillars to mark the disparity, between fact and fantasy. Monuments to an omnipotent being with a inherent low self-esteem. Who confused Sodom for Babel? Leaving Abraham to carve out dedication to this fable. I can't believe in a fable. I won't believe in a fucking fable.
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Great White Feeding Hour
01:07
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Yesterday's fist fights to keggers gone bye are now Toadies back road naps. Middle class archangel defending property values, chime inn to form a chorus of shields and helmets - to serve and protect. Cowards with reflective glasses just shouldn't wear a badge, they never understood why you shouldn't grow a moustache I fought you in high school, I'll fight fight you the rest of my life. Sorry excuse for positive authority. I fought you pin high school, I'll fight you the rest of my life. Why do the ones with guns live in fear?
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Call this a fuse, a wake up call for those willing to breathe. While loved ones, dance with the dead. We've lived our lives feathered to a corpse some jackass put on parade. Open your mouth - prove your alive. No standing still on a moving train! Never give in! Carve this "X" in your hand!
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Trilogy
03:12
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Atop of your throne, head held high. emperor of all you survey, ruler of the nest of flies, colony of lies. Crown forged by blind hands. Homecoming cadences dutifully calculated. Steel hand cupping an iron fists but the blood now stops at the wrists. So children rally round as the battle lines are drawn. So callow, you quiver....at a red dawn. As Helen's trumpets blaze, the sky false from within. Empty bellies equal raised fists, with the walls crumbling before desire to level the paying field with the heads of oppressors. Go gather, gather children round this cleansing fire to kill this demon within. As the throne burns this tyranny will end.
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Chairman of the Bored
00:47
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Requiem for St. Jude
01:01
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Another day with a bullet between my teeth. wearing a noose like an old friends sweater. Yesterday's curses are todays blessings the smiling face of god's right hand man. Like a beggar at the gates of Bounty (I look in); in search of a garden of eden I got buried in sin. Placid faces burn under the weight of St. Jude and on calloused knees I thought of you.... and I pray for a moment of peace and I pray for a chance to sleep... just one moment of peace. Lost in your cold words a coroner's smile is the last thing I'll embrace.
Let this martyr's life not be forgotten cause the life you chose to fuck, wasn't yours to lose.
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Hollow earmarks stain provisional restitution. Peace offerings granted from a market viable rebellion. Satiated by candles, by puppets and harsh letters. Public displays of masturbation seeping from iron gated communities; spilling forth on the lamb of laissez faire. Will this provide you solace - As we arm hungry! Will this comfort you in your sanctuary - As we raise the wretched from the earth! Will this strip you inequities - As we rally the troops at your door!
As we mount the steps for every Winter Palace.
Underneath a thousand points of light, stamped envelopes offer solidarity for others head wounds. Lives raped by economic degradation. So unfurl the flag the masquerade behind. While jackals still guard their glass palaces. As they raise every levy they've every waged..... We Will No Longer Be Denied!
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Till The End
01:25
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Take a look around, this is your life. Is it all you hopped it would be? Day in day out it always stays the same. Is this your path to glory? Primrose vision from A to B. Life without consequence, provided with soulless ambiguity. Take a look around, this is your life. Is it all you hoped it would be? Day in day outfit always stays the same... another day closer to the fucking end.
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Death of Optimism
01:14
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Breath reeking of a 1000 confessions. Philistines like lighthouses perch on pyres of filth. So let the angels sing to the corpses stacked ten deep cause I'll - Be - Fucking - Damned! If you can pump blood through theses hearts! Allow the meek to finally have their say! Part the seas and transverse this divide! Raise Lazarus for just One Last Time!
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The Killing Saint John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
The Killing were a Straight Edge Hardcore band from St. John's, NL, Can that ran a terror campaign on clubs and fans a like from their first show at the Republic Nov. 11, 2000 - the last show at Primers Oct. 31, 2004 Members were: Michael Gruchy, Gavin Chubbs, Stephen Musgrave, Dave Munro, Dominic Rosa-Bian, Marie Tite, Pete Ball, Adam Young and Michael Morgan ... more
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