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Foreward (2011)
02:00
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A weak self-proclaimed introspective
just spit in the face of the common collective
men who would die (unselected!)
you've covered your tracks
the oil in the gears of your old beast
Sparking that gas soaked heart up in flames
to blister a void through your hollowed out cave
try to get some sleep, I fear your pulse dying out
come put me in my place when you finally come around
We ain't counting on taking the blame
God damn, you've corroded your poor father's name
come around dead man, muster up!
Oh I can wait till you reap what you've sewn
Chasing the grave, Chasing the grave
You got the devil inside you heart
You got that fire inside you
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Smokestack (2011)
04:05
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I lost sight by coveting, NIGHT CRAWLERS! Silence your voice
it serves to conquer impassive hearts which suck life
out of of their humble distorter
It feeds on hope, gave birth to this disorder
young man, so young
what gives you the right to cast us all to hell Blood (how to crave it)
Suck it dry, sharpen the fangs to harness the blood
tell love to retreat to an innocent time This is the fallout, everyone where has got a bit of radiation sickness
they hide theirs and condemn you for yours, don't let them get away with it! Don't embrace the fallout (Animal)
shed your skin, shed it!
The radiation burns
shed your skin, shed your skin, shed it! (Animal)
They still still watch you so close (let 'em all)
Death defy your death, man
Judgement undertow, it drags you back to sea and pays the debt for life
It's comical... Listen close
my son if you give in, understand there can be no repentance
by the grace of God. By the will of faith, you claim your righteousness
and under false pretense, you go to bed with it (you devil)
claimed God casts a shadow and burns all the children he claims he loves
a poisonous offering to justify your self doubt! You have lost you will!!
To the gallows, marching hand in hand
Walk proud to gallows, marching hand in hand
(Theyll send us all) covered in burns, radiation burns
(be proud!) night crawlers, night crawlers
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Traildragger (2011)
05:03
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(Ladies and Gentlemen, we got quite the show for you. Strange, Bizarre, sights and sounds)
Flood in the banquet, bask them in fleas
The cowards consuming, drink by decree
I hit the trail, without their consent
Valor by choice, but martyred in social resent (But how did I fail?)
Black cat crossed my trail, it came from the swamp
We met at the cross roads, to raise hell
part man, part beast
The fucking missing link
Stop your ways, they won't hold when your feet start to sink How am I left still breathing?
amongst thieves who drop like flies
done all I can to avoid to the crawl
even when it meant not standing at all!
I'm not standing at all! (step right up, don't be shy, see the caged beast in all its horror) My darling, I won't let you go
My only hope down the loneliest roads
Oh, they may resent us but they will never know
(but all I see are vultures, circling, trying to take bites out of us) They found our trail, Light up the sky!
Infected waste of life, entitled opinions leaching the ground that they walk on!
Kill them all! Brain Dead!
You kids breed death!
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Sea Is For Sailors Nashville, Tennessee
All Recordings Produced, Performed, & Written by Sammy Mitchell.
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