1. |
Dipsomania
03:53
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2. |
Evermore
03:58
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2. Evermore | I’ve got a certain lack of morals. Symptoms no slick could fix. Swap sass and charm and open
arms for rustic stones and sticks. You tolerate my quirks and ticks. Choose me for who I am. It makes me sick,
you’ll settle for this fictitious phoney man. I’ll wrack my brain and scour my skull, parched eyes and flaking
skin. I’ll burrow through this brittle hide in search for what reeled you in. I’m sorry for the age I’ll cause before
you’re old and thin. It’s hard to see what you have freed. This is a better man. Temptation steering myself to the
star crossed roads that strain our health. And I thought I could get used to youth. Get used to this stage and get
on with the next phase. Step out and observe it. A landscape painted in white and crystal strokes. Not facing a
hoax. An intricate design as we pilot the ropes. It can’t root me. You can choose me. Claim to be. It’s lust that
makes a starved heart shake for frenzy or for fear. A catalyst for risks and slits that I must volunteer. I hope
you know I’ve played the card I couldn’t play before. A risk I’d take for nothing short of countless evermore.
Prove to be evermore. I hold my hell as I choose you, I told myself I can lose you.
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3. |
The Wanderer
07:59
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3. The Wanderer | No springtime sun could break its
hold. A calloused grip judged the tale told. The trees whispered
great mockery. A curse entwined in falling leaves. Their
drifting shapes guided my eyes down to the dirt with my hands
tied. If you minds bright light has dimmed in tune with your
eyes no longer taking in the rays that cut the fading dim of the
space between life and nothing. Has the smile cracked on your
face straightened as a freezing coat of sweat’s breaking
through your skin that splits on shaking lips as the salt parts
from your pride in drips? No candles lit on this grey day for
darkness lifts a fitting scene. My body slumped in precious time
for I’ve felt dead since I saw light. My eyes peeled back and
gazed on views that beheld pain and ugly truths. When I was
a child I saw my life had no value. I opened my eyes and
embraced its curse. This is an existence where all ends are equal.
Your choices and chances all lead to a hearse. You cannot claim
that your actions make ripples or that your motives are for
more than self-worth. We’re united in escape but we’re alone
for the worst.
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4. |
Queen & Country
07:02
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4. Queen & Country | Disappointed and
hungry. Striding out against all odds for queen
and country. Faking hard graft for money. Keel
another can and carry all in my name.
Disappointed and hungry. Striding out against
all odds for queen and country. Faking hard
graft for money. Ride another day into the
fucking wall. It is plain to see the choices that
we make are dedicated to the conflict and the
cool. The burden of the noose has cradled all of
you. You’ll chase it to the grave. In structure
we aren’t safe. I am not ashamed I shall not
take the blame. The fingers point at you so you
and yours are through. It’s not easy to say that
we cannot be saved until we face the truth and
turn our backs on you. I see that we still fall in
line behind the rule of 3 (not free), we can’t see
and we’ll never understand what it means to
be. White light shines from our heads. White
knuckled in our stance. My sword ain’t made of
steel, I fight for the right to feel. Remind me
once again with tidings from the end, how I’m
supposed to live whilst you give, give and give.
Work and you can play with your remaining
days. To own the final rays and dance as
grounded slaves. My time upon the stage or
barred wrought iron cage, with guided limbs
misled and nights where dreams have fled. Eyes
where tears were shed and mouths where lies
were fed. A life of memories shared ‘til all is lost
in death. And my sword swings freely.
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5. |
Mortal
06:30
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5. Mortal | I have repealed a thousand hours. Not to
repent and not for yours, I race blind to your mortal
gods. I’ve stepped leagues ahead of Satan. A code
supreme, against all odds. Answer to none but time and
sun. I live a life of plenty. I’ve drowned myself into
disease. I’ve beckoned the reaper as his claws sink into
me. At the bottom of every bottle; at the tip of every
key: a broken man with no beliefs falls open armed into
relief. Lost soul residing into peace. Life’s toll reflected
onto me. Time rolls on as our lives repeat. My days
crumble until I sleep. Walk with me past my days. Look
at the life I chose to lead. Gaze into the eyes of the
ghost I chose to be. This is my freedom, it is a lie. A drab
rota in the shadow of life. His rags fill my lungs, his
breath down my throat. The kiss of death is puckered
for my doctors’ note. I’ve never felt so mortal.
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Aftermath Eternal Manchester, UK
Manchester Metal.
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