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Backhand of God
04:20
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But I can’t see his hand
I don’t know if you feel the same as me, so burn that page - as it doesn’t serve you well
So drain it from your mind - and turn your back on me and my friends
With eyes upon us - fade away
And I can’t control myself anymore
With all my family and friends; they’re falling into sin
But if you pull that page from flame - he is not permitted to sin
So rest your back and I shall quote my friend
“God is dead”
I see it now - why I can’t feel it anymore
Backhand knocking at my door
And though you may feel him - you are not permitted to sin
Never been one of his kin
Or wore his name upon your skin
Why I can’t feel it anymore
Know that I once felt the same
Though will and nill hath burned his name
Along with the page torn from the flame
I’ll quote it now, it reads: God is dead.
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Bloodlust
04:13
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Detest
Malevolent, I’ll find you, I know just where I’ll hide you
The pavement, keeps beating, I hear the maggots feeding
Look me in the eyes and tell me it’s all the same; the same
Pat me on the back, convince me it’s still the same; the same
Grab you by the throat and show you it’s not the same; the same
Watch me rip your fucking heart out and now it’s the same; the same
Abhorrent, I scorn you - no fools left to adore you
Teeth shattered, bones broken, this beast you have awoken
Look me in the eyes and tell me it’s all the same; the same
Pat me on the back, convince me it’s still the same; the same
Grab you by the throat and show you it’s not the same; the same
Watch me rip your fucking heart out and now it’s the same; the same
Hold your fucking tongue you monster
Sleep will not avoid you for much longer
When I find you; I will show you
Where I hide you; they won’t find you
Repugnant, I loathe you - a custom noose to fit you
My demons are seething - just give me one good reason
But you know I wouldn’t leave you out in the cold so I made you a bed and dug you a hole.
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Open Graves
04:21
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There is no god, there is no hope
Pray for salvation, and pray ‘cuz you don’t have a clue
Self induced trauma grovelling fools
Preaching their plan; promises of entry through
The golden gates
I am not a believer
I am only a sinner
None righteous, none good - quell the world by way of flood
Their throats are open graves - their tongues practice deceit
Dear father I question your good book and his existence
And if it turns out he exists, then your god is nothing but a monster
I am not a believer, I am only a - tainted black flesh, watch me burn with the rest
None righteous, none good - quell the world by way of flood
Their throats are open graves - their tongues practice deceit
I am my own god
As they lay six feet deep, they will rot just like the rest of us
They will rot just like the rest of us
I wish to repent my lord and cleanse my soul to make me pure
Ignorance will blissfully soothe and help you cowards hide out from the truth
They will rot
Just like us
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The Great Decay
04:02
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Woke up to fix my face and step out in the sun
Delusions of grandeur by killing everyone
I am, what’s not
It’s a, mystery
Although it creeps
And fucking breathes
It festers and it rots
But it’s still me
It still creeps
It’s still me
I am, what’s not
It’s a, mystery
I feel it clawing at the inside of my cheek
It splits through my lips, but it’s still me
It still creeps
It’s still me
Eating from the devils hands while brain cells spoil and all feeling dies
Sunsets fade and turn to black while laughter drowns out all the screaming
Desecrate my fucking grave, I’m nothing but a selfish pig
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Ghost
04:05
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She owns this fucking corner, proud to serve all the working husbands
But don’t confuse your sadness, with the pity that she doesn’t want from you
Wake up and medicate, thirty seven with an education
Dressed like she aims to kill, bloody knuckles made to match her fake red nails
Oh but I fell in love with a street temptress smeared in mud and make up
Built like an ivory tower, so how’d she crumble like a brick fucking wall
Every pill and every puff
Every line and every fuck
She had it all and it wasn’t enough
Now the streets are home and she wanders all alone into the very next day
She’s only here ‘cuz I need her to stay
I cannot resist her
Voice of an angel, but her hands are so rough
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Vancouver’s rugged outdoors-metallers, The Mountain Man, deliver a diverse blend of hard-hitting music, paying homage to the Sasquatch through crushing riffs and blaring drums. This band is all Canadian; celebrating camping, plaid, beer, and above all else energetic metal. ... more
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