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Sacrament | Killadelphia | Ashes Of The Wake
As The Palaces Burn | New American Gospel |
Walk With Me In Hell
Again We Rise
Redneck
Pathetic
Foot To The Throat
Descending | Blacken The Cursed Sun
Forgotten (Lost Angels)
Requiem
More Time To Kill
Beating On Deaths Door |
| » Walk With Me In Hell « |
Pray for blood,
Pray for the cleansing,
Pray for the flood,
Pray for the end of this wide awake nightmare.
This lie of a life came as quickly as it can dissolve.
We seek only reprieve and welcome the darkness.
The myth of a meaning so lost and forgotten.
Take hold of my hand
For you are no longer alone
Walk with me in hell
Pray for solace
Pray for resolve
Pray for a savior
Pray for deliverance, some kind of purpose
A glimpse of a light in this void of existence
Now witness the end of an age
Hope dies in hands of believers
who seek the truth in the liar's eyes
Take hold of my hand
For you are no longer alone
Walk with me in hell
You're never alone |
| » Again We Rise « |
Store-bought attitude and spit
a sugar-coated piece of shit
An instant rebel, just add greed
Another useless commodity
Broken glass and a broken jaw
lies are told in a southern drawl
Poor house poverty's your schtick
The real thing would kill you quick
Rise, again we will rise
Blood and fire used to fill the night
burnt and drowned by our very lives
You missed a sinking boat by years
dollar signs, crocodile tears
It's over now and long has been
those days are gone wont come again
Another name crossed off the list
The real thing would kill you quick
Rise, again we will rise
There's nothing for you to fight against
you're so unreal it's evident
You'll never be one of our kind
this ain't yours, fuck you don't try
This bridge was burnt before you could cross
you reap the benfits of what's lost
Go home son, hang your costume up
a goddamn insult to the rest of us
A thousand yard stare across the south
A full belly and a lying mouth
Momma's boy plays heroic
The real thing would kill you quick
Rise, again we will rise
There's nothing for you to fight against
you're so unreal it's evident
You'll never be one of our kind
this ain't yours, fuck you don't try
Fuck you, don't even try
Fuck you, your time is nigh
Fuck you, I've had enough
Fuck you, your time is up. |
| » Redneck « |
So goddamn easy to write this
you make it spill on the page
So drunk on your self, self-righteous
The laughing stock of your own fucking stage
But I ain't one to call names
or throw stones in a house of glass
You try me
This is a motherfucking invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a motherfucking invitation
You try me.
Just one time you got a reason
heard you had nothing to lose
A blind preacher for the pin-eyed congregation
It must be easy to lose
But I ain't one to call names
or throw stones in a house of glass
You try me
This is a motherfucking invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a motherfucking invitation
You try me.
You can tell the same lie a thousand times
but it never gets any more true
So close your eyes once more and once believe
that they all still believe in you
This is a motherfucking invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a motherfucking invitation
You try me.
Just one time. |
| » Pathetic « |
Somewhere between an excuse and a lie
You found something that you believe
So proud, I guess I can't imagine why
Three cheers for what we used to be
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
Sleep-walking the mine field
Shit talking, it crumbles around you
It comes back around
Somewhere between delusion and denial
You'll drown in your own sympathy
Profound, at least you thought so at the time
A ghost of who you used to be
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
Sleep-walking the mine field
Shit talking, it crumbles around you
It comes back around
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised. |
| » Foot To The Throat « |
Virginia death threat, Virginia creeper vine
The hands that feed intent, choke the purpose of this time
Take all that you can give, and I will make it mine
No care for what you've spent, even fool's gold has its shine
Never held down, never restrained
Virtue's foot to the throat
free of broken chains
Thus always to tyrants
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray
And in this Commonwealth,
There's merely a common concern for self
We hold these lies to be self-evident
As the dividends will reflect
And in this Commonwealth,
there's merely a common concern for self
The coffers have long run dry.
Never held down, never restrained
Virtue's foot to the throat
free of broken chains
Thus always to tyrants
Laugh at the conquered, the victims now betray
Like a bull in a china shop,
But the shelves have all been cleared
A thief in an empty vault
The sheep already sheared
A screen door on a submarine
An eagle with a broken wing
Hope in a dead man's dream
The sound of a bell
That will never ring
You're just wasting time. |
| » Descending « |
The river I'm bound to be found in
A rope chosen bound for the hang
When I'm blind and I think I see everything
Convincing myself again
This god that I worship (a faded reflection)
This demon I blame (a flickering flame)
Conspire as one, exactly the same
It's exactly the same
Descending,
To never recover the pieces
to all that we've lost
Recover the pieces lost
The pieces to all we've lost
I shudder to think of the consequence
It's blasphemy simple and true
The tragic protagonist torments,
Convincing myself again
This god that I worship (a faded reflection)
This demon I blame (a flickering flame)
Conspire as one, exactly the same
It's exactly the same
Descending,
To never recover the pieces
to all that we've lost
Recover the pieces lost
The pieces to all we've lost |
| » Blacken The Cursed Sun « |
Seize the darkened day, there's only hell to pay
And no one left to see this prodigal return
Sweet apathy's black toll
you'll mourn the traded soul
I'll dig a deeper hole, sanctity a breath away
Just a breath away
Blacken the cursed sun
You're not the only one
To have sunk so far and low
There is no tomorrow
A tragedy on display
a sickness for all to see
I will kill this part of myself that I hate
and that I see in you
It was always mine anyway
there's some things you can't take away
I choose not to feel a thing
sanctity a breath away
Just a breath away
Blacken the cursed sun
You're not the only one
To have sunk so far and low
There is no tomorrow
Blacken the cursed sun
Blacken what's yet to be done
Blacken because now you know
There is no tomorrow
You're just a breath away
Better to die quick fighting on your feet
Then to live forever begging on your knees
Can we still be saved?
Does your god hold a place for us?
Is there time to repent?
Will we rise from the dead?
Can these sins even be forgiven?
Is there still hope for us?
Were we ever even alive?
Is any of this even real?
Hell no. |
| » Forgotten (Lost Angels) « |
This is a mean and cold town
I hate this fucking place
Watch the rats as they all drown
Dying slowly day by day
Decrepit and falling down
Cesspool of human waste
Swallow profits in deep
Now to death you'll finally know the taste
There are no souls left here to save
Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced
You fucking hypocrite
But hooks in lips they do not lie
Compassions served not on your plate
How many of them have you watched die?
I can't write you a happy song
I can't write you a sing-a-long
The only catchy hook I've got
Is the one in my bleeding gut
Burn it down
There are no souls left here to save
Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced
Dead stares, dead eyes
choked hopes and vacant minds
Blank words, blank lives
the end result of endless lies
There's no angels here
To get lost in the first place
Jackhammer a fault line
Pray for earthquakes
Mulholland's on fire
And my cig started it
'92 should have burnt this fucker down
We're here to finish it
I'm not impressed by much here
Much less what you have to say
Don't give a fuck who you know
I just want to leave this hellhole
Know that you mean nothing to me
Nor the lies that seep from your teeth
Won't piss on you if you're on fire
One more self-important liar
Burn it down. |
| » Requiem « |
Down, chemical sacrament
Blasphemous prayer
Deliver me from this
so serene apocalypse
Just make me fucking numb
Deaf, blind and fucking dumb
Return to sacred sleep
This could be my requiem
Sickened cesspool shell of mine
Strap up the hands of time
And push the soul into the veins
Just make me fucking numb
Deaf, blind and fucking dumb
Return to sacred sleep
This could be my requiem
And I'll feel no pain
This could be my requiem
But dont bury me too deep
Sink, suffer, self destruct
Rise, stronger, reconstruct
Dispose, Discard, Deny.
And I will feel no pain. |
| » More Time To Kill « |
I just got the news today you were dying
Hot Damn! We're already partying
But please, before you have to leave
Let me tell you a few last things
Suffer, unto me
Indulge, my every word
I don't want to meet you halfway
I've always despised that fucking place
I'm not offering you my way
I'm kicking you down the fucking highway
Get one thing straight from the get go
I truly don't give a fuck about you
I never have and I never will
Each day you breathe is more time to kill
Fuck your world up
Your last breath
I'll take it now
Your last breath
I'll rip it away
And haunt your dreams in your final sleep
Get one thing straight from the get go
I truly don't give a fuck about you
I never have and I never will
Each day you breathe is more time to kill
I never have and I never will |
| » Beating On Deaths Door « |
She's a slack one, born of greed
Speaking endless words, long and empty
A begger who still wants to choose
A dethroned queen still demands her due
If you want something for nothing you take what you get
A virgin whore in a dirty wedding dress
Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for
There's a blood stain on the ceiling
But you're the only duck in the shooting gallery
Trying to look out a bricked-in window
Your destiny lies in the alley below
Trying to see yourself in a shattered mirror
When all else failes, she holds you with broken arms
There's poison in her veins, but the bitch comes for free
A quick fix for all that you think that you need
Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for
The patron saint of fools answers all your requests
She's all yours now, so deal with it.
There's no shoulder left to cry wolf on
You're tied in knots that can't be undone
No more warnings will fall on deaf ears
You lied too many times now no one cares
No one cares
An empty promise with a heart of tin
Her crooked smile beguiles and it draws you within
The hope for something more, all that you wish for
A kick to the head and a boot to the door
Chasing a dragon in a lady's clothes
A paper trail ends in choking smoke
But you know that you lit the match yourself
Play the burning cards that you dealt
Scream for salvation, beating on death's door
But just be careful what you wish for
The patron saint of fools answers all your requests
She's all yours now, so deal with it.
Broken. |
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