1. |
Born Bad
01:06
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Sitting around with demons.
Nothing can stop them now.
They took my life.
They took my soul.
It's hard to stand by this rotten world.
I lost all hope.
I lost everything.
The devil speaks inside my head.
Born bad.
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2. |
Hydra Head
03:19
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Solemn.
Solemn.
Solemn pledges but only for this one.
You can give no such undertaking.
By all accounts a gesture of goodwill.
Always.
Always.
Always anxious not to be misunderstood.
No mistakes please.
If the suppliants lulled into a walking sleep, then the main parts were well cast.
Watch your mouth.
'Cause the children are all ears.
And what would you do without them?
Draw the curtain for the golden age.
Draw the curtain over some improper facts.
Draw the curtain and read the imprecatory psalms.
Draw the curtain.
The audience is listening.
Create.
Create.
Creating a beast of burden.
With a million eyes.
Piled high.
Piled high.
With unconditional obligation.
It is just the weight of tradition.
If the suppliants lulled into a walking sleep.
Then the main parts were well cast.
Watch your mouth 'cause the children are all ears.
And what would you do without them?
Draw the curtain for the golden age.
Draw the curtain over some improper facts.
Draw the curtain and read the imprecatory psalms.
Draw the curtain.
The audience is listening.
Hydra Head
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3. |
The Underdrift Mill
01:22
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I don't give a fuck.
That's the new mantra of modernity.
The morality of every action is banished and brutality is made the norm.
Hazing but the shiny side of the killing point.
In this chapter everything is based upon race, class.
Ambiguous identity.
This is it.
The new upper-class.
The rich and famous living for the fame.
The money and the shine.
And they never care.
'Cause they don't know that they were driven by the underdrift mill.
It's all about the two armed scissor.
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4. |
Instrumental
01:04
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5. |
Obedience and Shame
02:29
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It wants to rage.
It wants to kill.
It wants to smash my head against the wall.
Break my teeth.
Rip my heart.
Eat me raw.
Drink my blood.
Whispering voices in my Head.
In this endless darkness.
I feel the sharp fangs from within.
I hear the chorus of desperation.
Whispering voices in my head.
In this endless darkness.
I try to bear this torch of hope.
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6. |
Cold Blood
01:02
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What do you feel.
When I stab this knife.
In your chest.
I need your blood to write my story of tragedy and pain.
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7. |
Righteous Path
03:24
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I don't know what to say.
Where's the justice I ask myself.
It all boils down to the fact that something went wrong.
It was that that I saw.
Nobody was there but me.
There is no accountability about the things that are better left unspoken.
What is supposed to happen here.
And what is the point anyway.
I could be lying.
I could be wrong.
And I could be the last believer.
I ask myself honestly.
I go into my personal exile.
Maybe I don't know when to stop.
It's my turn but there is a void of all feeling.
About what is going wrong.
But I know that is the righteous path for me.
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