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Raise Hell

from 8 by Junior In His Prime

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You're the only thing, you're the only thing, you're the only thing that keeps us sinking.

Watch your throat and keep your heart tied down to the tracks,
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 ropes in our mouths, we are tied down.

Drove King, herding.
You're the only weight that keeps us sinking low.
Led to the waters edge, sold when we got bold.

Pawns, call us pawns, call us yours.
Watch your fucking mouth.
Call us yours, call us yours.
Bite your god damned tongue.
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.

Wolves to 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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from 8, released July 16, 2016

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