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Spitback - Hammer
01:17
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Drop the fucking hammer
Bring your head to the noose
Feel the weight of the world pushing down on you
Yeah I'm the one to choose the one in the slammer
Sitting down in the booth, time to drop the hammer
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The sins of my father won't wash off my skin
The dirtiest of kin born on bottles of gin
Im getting worse everyday.
The sins of my father won't wash off my skin
Broken glass paves my way
such a sweet faced boy with trouble colored eyes
and quite uncharming by surprise
so please don't hold back from my lies.
the sins of my father won't wash off my skin
the dirtiest of kin born on bottles of gin
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Westpoint - Redwood
02:54
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The light outside is blinding me
I bite my hands until they bleed
Always drifting in between
Who I am and what I'll be
What will it take to get what I need?
Desperate sleep
I'm a part of too many problems
Therapy
Half the time I've stayed
I've been begging to crawl away
It's always breaking the way I think
It's always breaking me down
What will it take to get what I need?
Desperate sleep
I'm a part of too many problems
Therapy
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Vitaform - Era
02:38
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At the end of each night
When you're sleeping real tight
Take ahold of whatever you can
The towers of this town see everything
No one escapes from this place
Sirens go off as we lay in waste
Billows of smoke surround me like fog
Secrets around here aren't kept long
The air is thick in the early morning mist
Everything is dead
The town won't wake till the sun escapes
Its coffin made of lead
Marching alone as the fog-horns go off
The whole town sleeps at 6 o'clock
Every house is burnt to the ground
Dealers feed the addicts when the sun goes down
Quick to pull the trigger
Quick to twist the knife
Honor does not exist in this fucking life
Desperate to die but don't ask me why
Remember me for only the good times
Don't judge me I can't look in the mirror
I realize I'm from the wrong era
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Seems like I’m facing bad weather
Cold and dark, just like December
Seems like it will rain forever
Inside of my head
If that’s what you wanna do
Then I’ll see you next June
If that’s what you wanna do
Rain rain rain go away
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CoolSide - Freedom
02:45
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When will we lose control?
I've lost respect for humanity as a whole.
They've brain washed us and preached "Unity"
But its just us.
Struggling for freedom, but in the end are we really free?
Lets fight
They claim to know whats right, but take away our rights.
Its Our Time
Take It Back
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We're still here
And we aint leaving
We're still here
Still taking the beatings
Depression, violence
Isolation, addiction
Through all the bullshit
We're still livin'
Can't keep us down
Can't hold us back
The crisis is here
The end draws near
Can't keep us down
Can't hold us back
Crisis crew
The youth is coming for you
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Why me
Why is this happening to me
(Why cant my parents understand)
Why can't my friends get me at all
(These demons are all caused by me)
I have put them here in my room
(I brought them from hell)
Because I didn't feel safe with Christ anymore
I don’t feel safe with
Christ
My inner demons
Are the downfall
Of my sanity
(Inner demons )
Are the atomic destruction
(Of my faith)
This whole time I was sure I was stable
Until I realized I've needed You all along
(Father)
Holy King
bring down your reign
And cleanse me of this evil
(How do I deserve this life
When all I've done is tarnish Your name )
Fighting back with the strength of a thousand suns
Hell won't take my soul
The evil start to dissipate
The shadows start to fade away
The whole room starts to clear up
And then there he is, Lucifer appears right in front of me
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Death Grip - Guilty
04:40
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I step back, take a look at the world
I'm a victim of a lie with a third degree burn
I lose all of my sleep holding onto hopeless memories
I just can't be free, I can't move on
This lie spreads like a stain and I won't stay ashamed
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I'm so sick of what you think.
Lately I've just been so sick of everything.
And nothing you say could change my mind. Unleashing hell on me to make yourself feel secure inside.
Too late to turn back now I see what you think of me. And no chances completely surrounds you in your sea of misery.
Only words kill the frail.
Only hope brings destruction in this time of hell.
Tasted far to much sin to prevail.
But in the end of times
I hope it suits you well.
Always taking the easy way out, chances are you've messed up more than you can count. I just want to break away from these chains.
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Don't fucking think
Just buy in and follow
a braindead existence
You're mindless and hollow
Throw your self head first into every trend
Play the role so well
But I want to see it end
Spend your days
wasting away
You've lost all respect
In my eyes
Do anything you can
to impress your fucking friends
I'll never understand
Trash like you
You don't fucking impress me
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13. |
Burn Infinite - En Fury
02:14
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we're slipping through the cracks
trying to find a purpose
something to hold on to
something to believe in
yet everything falls short
we're betting on tomorrow
the hours at it's darkest
we're praying for daylight
even tho i'm with faith
i'm pushing myself to fight
i aint going quiet
i'm not going down
without a fight
now it's time to carry the torch
and ignite the fury
now it's time to where the crown
now it's time to rise
it's time to rise
it's time to get the fuck back up
its time to fight
lets get our shine on
fuck what holds me back
and fuck what holds me down
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