1. |
Piss n Vinegar
01:49
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It's not for you,
it's all for me,
Spitting spite
and pulling teeth
I give to you,
you take from me.
Spitting spite
and pulling teeth
a lover, a doll, a mother, a friend
you don't see me. not in the end.
Is this all I am? Is this all we know?
To motherless boys, who use us for growth?
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2. |
Sightless Searching
02:01
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Empty are the hands, that grasp for the light
The wind is heavy as we lose our sight.
Dull is the mind that stays in the same place,
apathy grows and we stay the same.
Into the fire, into the flame
Scream into the void, it knows you by name
Apathy grows into a rotten brain
Stagnancy sets as we stay the same
Sightless searching with empty hands
Counting debts, countless demands.
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3. |
Mommy's Tired
01:19
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Hungry boys take from my cup
Tireless feeding, it's never enough.
Mommy's tired of cleaning shit and filth
Spun in the silk of mothers milk
Mommy's tired, I'll take a rest
Get your mouth off my breast.
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4. |
Ishmael
02:14
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Knitting needles and making knots
There's an ache inside as we begin to rot
Placed my pain on a pedestal
gave power a new name
it was subliminal
Don't want to work to gain
I'll be a criminal
they gave your pain a name
it was subliminal
The seed of freedom, repressed in us all
There's a patience fleeting as we wait for the call
an endless cycle, it's all that we know
the longer we remain, the more apathy grows
A culture built on ugly agenda
without man would there be no gorilla?
A beaten path of genocide
an endless war and we all turn an eye
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5. |
Smog
01:29
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Absent mind motions
Billow regret
Carry numb bodies
Collecting debt
Cry for relief
No end in sight
Decaying bodies with decaying minds
Rip it out
Terror, manic, clouded billowing death
Earth losing her final breath.
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6. |
Twist of the knife
01:54
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Mama raised a god fearing man
cleaned from sin with nails in his hands
My god is good, my god is grand
my god carries a gun in his hands
My mother worries, my mother cries
your heart is empty, and your god has died
My faith was broken like the twist of the knife
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7. |
Planting Seeds
01:58
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In green pastures
the bright sun is clear
The devil and angel are playing in my ears
friends laughter tickling my brain
warmth and joy, numbing the pain
If only for moments,
we fight for relief
We're all we've got
to survive the grief
The anger sits along side the love,
In the distance our dogs playing in a puddle of mud
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