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Dead Birds
03:50
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Down in the city, the prince stands, his heart bound in gold. The swallow sails to the square of his love. Fly through the streets, lie and his feet, tell him of people unable to eat. The happy prince, the man of gold, sees his people starving and cold. The call goes out, the swallow flies, while in his square the good prince cries. The happy prince, the man of lead, finds at his feet the swallow dead. My sword, my eyes, my skin. Closing your eyes, dream of the day, our eyes open smiling today. See her smiling, hope in the eyes, a daughter born knowing the strength of her voice. The heart of the city should beat for the best when now it lies in the treasury's chest. The heart of lead, broken in two, the Happy prince with eyes of blue. My sword, my eyes, my skin. And God called for sword, eyes, skin. And God called for the prince's heart. "Take it, my sword. Take them, my eyes. Take it, my skin. Take it, my heart. Tearing down my body to make room for building up your idols." And God saw the prince cry. And God saw the prince cry. And God let the prince die. The Prince's heart, a pile of trash. The swallow dead, a pile of ash. The call went out, God sent his man, claiming to be the prince's fan. A life of heartbreak and tears rewarded with songs sung for God's ears. The prince and bird, love in death. A broken bird and a broken chest.
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Pandemic
02:16
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Doctors and nurses burned unto death. Biblical curses - Plague fills your chest.
Choke on your own blood. Doctors and nurses dying in a hospital ward. Father bury children out in the front yard. Toxic winds swell to choke us on blood and bile. Your lungs will pour through the rotten grating of your smile. Social law dissolving, bodies lie in daylight. Burial forgotten, the funeral pyres burn bright. The overwhelmed doctors, the unsupplied medics, the dying sons and daughters, the coming epidemic. The clouds rain down acid, the planet dies screaming, the corpse smoke burns acrid, the fevered unseeing. Death comes on the wings of plague. Crack another fucking bottle. Remedicate. Fathers screaming, children weeping. "Mom? Dad? Where are you? I'm blind."
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Walk through the door, finding him there, a knife to her throat (she's tied to the chair). He's there, she's there. He's holding one of her knives. You can see the fear in her eyes. He smiles and says "let's play a game". You beg and plead "why us? why us?" And then it hit's you--that you're alone. And dreams of safety don't follow you home. And all your hopes, and all your fears are ending in tears. Every killer has neighbours, people just like you. Every killer fools his neighbour, people just like you. Every killer lies to his neighbours, people just like you. So we're back here, back with the knives. He says "let's go, let's make a choice." So hell came back. So hell came home. Your faith's destroyed everything you own. No one's house was safe, No one's but yours. No one's door was locked as well as yours. You though you were safe behind closed doors. When did you replace your faith and hands with a locked front door and well laid plans. "You better start digging a grave out in the front yard, 'cause as the current rate, you're not getting far."
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Scouts Honor
03:48
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Spirits made of glass and boots made of steel. Small hearts bound in brass, children forced to kneel. The neon fuhrer's reign, beaming across the air. Father killed our gods, what do we have to fear? And all our values, our faith, and hearts: We've killed ourselves for less. Swear it, swear it, dye that badge with blood. Empty honour, Militarize your child. Father, father, offer up their lives. Loyal Boyscout, men are made in death. Our children enslaved. Raised loyal and brave. Uniform in faith, grown soldiers of hate. One more soldier born, one more body bag, one more heart on fire, one more spirit dead, one more parent jailed, one more parent raped. One more brave child, one more grave dug, one more brick laid, one more boy scout honoured. A child army stands, hearts all ablaze. Hymns of purest hate on their young lips. The government, their God, a Father feared. And honour just a word to be earned.
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Wolfgoat vs Archituethis
02:33
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Soldier grab your bodybag it's waiting by the door. welcome back home now it's off again to war. Far from home and family and domestic days, sent off to nail bombs and a flight back to grave. Try to run, try to fight, try to get away. But your faith is gone and a funeral song is calling out your name. Cling to life with just a knife and the fear in your heart while back home the papers tear your name apart. Nothing but dead martyrs, slaves led to slaughter. A shot and then a slumber, just another number. Dying in a warzone, bleeding out for your own. Vision's getting blurry, heart begins to hurry. Death and blood out in the front yard. Death and blood on your veteran's card. Bringing hell back into the home, Olive drab on a stack of bones. They all die alone here, with no one to mourn them. All heroes are born here, a slaughter for history. Our national Spirits, glued into new skins, stitched tight and then marched out--our children made victims. Why do we send our sons to their death? How can we ask for their lives when we won't leave our safe hives? In this, we have failed them in their deaths.
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Woe! Our world burns! Our lives are naught! Each crime is planned, and each soul's been bought. Black Winds cry, stormclouds writhe, blood pours from the sky. Mothers weep, children sweep, men grow born to die. War is loosed, death approved, God had all this planned. My beliefs destroyed my faith. Free will's just a joke to slaves. Told to live a life of shame. Why did he give us free will then bury us with guilt? I am dying under my own guilt. God's own dagger, buried to the hilt. My heart's breaking, like a beaten child's. Garden's burning, the world growing wild. Sins of fathers, never wash away, a reminder of forgotten days. Blood of a lamb, has only stained my hands. Who could love one so flawed as man? They won't save us, should they even try. They won't save us, we aren't worth the time. None will save us, we so flawed as man. None will save us, according to his plan. God won't save us, because this is Hell. God won't save us, we have to save ourselves.
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