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Raise Hell
02:14
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You’re the only thing,
You’re the only thing,
You’re the only thing that keeps us sinking.
Watch the throat and keep our hearts tied down to the tracks,
There’s something in the way it lends only room for regret.
You are weighed well waiting for the harvest to yield,
Golden bones in your teeth, let me see your fucking grin.
We are tied down
We are tied down,
Dirty rope in our mouths,
We are tied down.
Drove King, herding.
You’re the only weight that keeps us sinking low.
Lead to the water’s edge, sold when we got bold.
Pawns, call us pawns, call us sold, bite your fucking tongue.
Call us yours, call us yours, watch your god damn mouth.
No way out, no way out, only one way out.
Is this everything you wanted? Is it everything you feared?
We are the wolves, we are the wolves, born of the scalps you skinned.
Shout down the sun.
Wolves for the drove king,
Wolves to the drove king.
Tied down, tied to the tracks now, tied down.
Fuck your crown, show your face.
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2. |
Praise Dale
02:22
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One word
One word kept us in the casket,
One wind carried all away.
I am the warning son, I am regret that sings:
Don’t create what you can’t call free.
Don’t create what you can’t call free.
So tell it all.
What was never
Never said
There’s men that dig holes
To find no depth.
Mouthfuls of flame,
Forests burned.
Clean the cages
You never earned.
Sand beneath bricks,
The black bell sings.
Does it all have to crumble?
Give in to the sea.
Everything you fear of the fall is just all that you fear of yourself.
End yourself.
Anything you hate of the depth is just all that you wish wasn’t said.
Sink yourself.
It’s all coming back to the dirt.
Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts in the end, they want your fucking head down.
They want your fucking head down.
You are never me, I am never you; it’s the only fucking truth I’ve found to be true.
You are never me, I am never you; it’s the only fucking truth I’ve found to be true.
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1, 2, Earnhardt
02:15
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What do we know of hatred?
What do we know of hatred or anything we’ve been?
We shoot with a medal in mind,
Claim it bold, claim it bold our prize.
Dressing sons in the linens of our madness,
Trophy heads on the walls, do we rest in peace?
Sink your fucking teeth in,
Dead raised for death,
Sink your fucking teeth in,
Dead raised for death,
Sink your fucking teeth,
There is only blood for the painting, there is only blood for the painting,
Bold men of craft for the taking, there is only blood in the paintings.
So what are we gonna reveal for the show?
What are we gonna’ reveal for the masses?
The multitude is waiting.
Time heals all our tarred souls, but history’s one hell of feathered road.
We cut the frame to cover ghosts in the mansion walls,
Hey, hey, hey hey hey.
There is only blood for the painting,
There is only blood for the painting
There is only blood for the painting.
Call us when the curtain is raising,
There is only blood in the paintings
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4. |
8
02:13
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Carry the pain.
Carry down the pain, sharpen all the blades, tighten up.
Can’t escape the noise, can’t flee the bite, call it living.
Only death remains, only death remains, so cherished.
Manic, manic, manic hands.
If you knew what was coming for you, would it really make the song sound sweeter?
If you felt that flood come marching, would you call it only destiny’s demeanor?
It’s the same old fucking sickness, running through the veins,
The same old fucking sickness, running through the veins.
Running through the veins
So carry down the pain.
You cannot fit in your own head, you cannot fit in your own head.
Stretching out the cut of your first breath, you cannot fit in your own skin.
Surrender your clamped down jaw, give in
Surrender your fucking jaw, dig in.
Release your worn out throat.
Listen close.
Speak everything you’ve known,
Carry all,
Carry all you have been.
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Ruder Duder
01:49
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The plank is lonely.
From nothing, I’ve become only what I could bleed,
For fire, for wonder, for thunder,
I cut my veins on the teeth of the means.
Is it clear as a bell boys?
Am I making any sense?
What is left now only knows what’s mine,
What is left now wants to knows what’s mine,
Anything left, everything gone, carry,
Anything left, everything gone, take it fast.
I was obsolete the moment I left out home.
The plank is fallacy,
“The only way out is in.”
For blood, for hunger, for nothing,
I birthed pain just to see how it stings.
Thievery, thievery,
Vagabonds, thieves:
Steal my fucking heart from the gallows,
Loot the only good I’ve ever been.
Pillage.
Anything left, everything gone, take it fast.
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6. |
Victory Lane
02:31
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Call off the search we have been found.
Bury all the spears and the hellhounds.
This has been one hell of a ride.
It’s been one hell of a ride.
File in, File in.
This soul’s gonna leave with every heart pinned.
This soul’s gonna die void of any sin.
Amen, Amen.
Leave your thoughts, Leave your head.
You don’t need em’ when the noose speaks your name.
The caution always rang:
“This type of thinking could get us thrilled,
This type of thinking could get us thrilled.”
That type of thinking could get us thrilled.
This has been one hell of a ride,
But it’s time for hell to leave.
Simmer down the rankings.
I got something I need to say:
There’s nothing down the line but a hole your size.
I kept running when the dogs saw I was one of them.
Do you trust me?
We were never fit to die,
We were never fit to die.
Carry anything you find.
Make a break for the trees if you’re feeling wild,
There’s holy fear in the barrel we keep staring down.
Get thrilled,
File in, get thrilled, file in, get thrilled,
Barrels down, barrels down, this is nothing new.
Call it off, call it off, we have been found.
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