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Dead Inside
04:33
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Don the black robes, take a deep breath
That sight you see when you close your eyes is a vision of your death.
Hard to hold your head up when you don't have a spine
Ripped out by the reaper of the dying in kind
But the..
Trophies on your wall won't fill the hole in your soul
Like shooting a bullet at a visceral waterfall
If you kill
To feel alive
You must be
Dead inside
Your mother must
Be so fucking proud
Your lust for death
killed her child
The piles of the dead lie rotten and cold
what price for the bodies you've bought and sold?
The war is over but the battle's just begun
The human race has won a one-way ticket to oblivion
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2. |
God Man Made
04:22
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Old world revolution
repackaged absolution
feeding the martyr and bleeding the heart out and
squeezing it harder until it stops
Calling them father and swallowing charter
Then march the sound to the chopping block
ring it out, ring it up
a world in drought, removing the doubt
a callous collection of burning clout
fighting over the loving cup
Contain, maintain, remain
This pillarised illusion
Spreading fear through pain and hate
For the love of the God man made
Blind. Man. Made. God.
God. Made. Man. Blind.
Man. God. Made. Blind.
Made. Blind. Man. God.
easy to see when it's easy to be
the few become the majority
call all that call, bang their heads on a wall
they bleed on the floor, then you drain some more
Heads fall, the tall sprawl
Throughout all the blood calls
more to the feast, drink blood of the beast
call it the fall of the dark in us all
Feed the opium to the people
Build a steeple, not from trees though
use bones for bricks and blood to bind
eulogise the blind
Blind. Man. Made. God.
God. Made. Man. Blind.
Man. God. Made. Blind.
Made. Blind. Man. God.
Contain, maintain, remain
this constant fear of pain
death comes quick for those who gain
the love of the god man made.
Blind. Man. Made. God.
God. Made. Man. Blind.
Man. God. Made. Blind.
Made. Blind. Man. God.
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Fake shines black
like a lie
lights go out
tattoo your cry
tell the same lie a thousand times
'til it fits like a fist in the eye
Wear it in black
Take it back
Everyone see the panic attack
Inside, bleeding out
Angry for
the avoidance of doubt
Formenting like wine
A lie that grows over time
The more you take, the more you break
Insincerity
bleeds temerity
This had better be a new way to suffer
fool so lightly
darken brightly
meek have never been so mighty
Open your scars
Let them flow
Down's the only way to go
what you don't, what you know
A shadow in full show
Hiding in plain sight
Boo!
Cry and give yourself a fright
Insincerity
bleeds temerity
This had better be a new way to suffer
fool so lightly
darken brightly
meek have never been so mighty
... falling on a blade
... wrapped in all you hate
more martyr than the fake forsake
... innocent blood so foul
... a smirk under a cowl
the more you fix the more you break
Bullshit sticks
to the fly
Fits like a fist
in the eye
Sticks and stone will break your bones
Your lies will always haunt you
The sceptre of the stories borne
will rise in your dreams to taunt you
A quick whip of your silver tip and
Your smile betrays a quivering lip
as lies drip like venom from your eyes
the lies belie your ego trip.
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4. |
Make a Stand
01:17
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The birds, the bats, the bees are all dying, but who's buying and who's lying about what you should wear.
You are afraid of the east, while the north and the south melt. The food that you eat, well..
Poisoned by chemicals, Monsanto and the water through fracking
What you're lacking is a shitty new shirt.
The immigrants are coming, the immigrants are coming.
Not really a shock when you see the bombs they're running from
Death and famine and more famine and death.
Did your numbers come up, did you put on that line?
March, run and jump in time to the beat
Another MP and another pile of sleaze, meanwhile half the poor live on bended knees.
Their pleas to be heard.
caricatured.
Read all about it, some arsehole won a prize. While the trees die, animals die, the planet dies.
Some arsehole won a prize.
Open your fucking eyes.
Time to make a stand.
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5. |
No Man's Land
05:24
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If you've something to gain, you've nothing to lose
If your mind is at peace, then break the truce
A man who doesn't stop to think, walks a lonely road
All is fair in love and war, time to lock and load
There's no fence built for a battleground, one shot and it's gone
You'll find truth and lies on both sides, battered and torn
Your judgement is a fully loaded weapon, ready to use
Pick your battle and find some cover, just let it loose
Open your eyes
Free up your mind
Just take a stand
In no-mans land
If you've got something to lose, you've got nothing to gain
If your mind was at peace, prepare to take the pain
The path to truth
beset on both sides
confined by pride
Maligned by lies
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6. |
Cut/Thrust
05:23
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I can see the fruit hanging there on the tree
just want to reach out and bite it
I can taste the flesh wet on my tongue
Don't know if I can fight it
Oh my god
I need to hop on the good foot
and do the bad thing
I know she feels my breathing on her neck
By pretending she's not looking
Cut, and thrust
lets keep this between the two of us
Lets play hide and seek,
Ooh lets see what I can find.
We both know you're as pure as dirt
Come and play with me, you wee flirt
Open wide and feel my lust
Haistaa minua, maistan minua
Because I love a happy ending...
I follow her back to her front door
Wait for a while outside
Watch her move around without a sound
I dream about being inside
her house, so warm and inviting
I move around to the back
The lights are on but she's gone upstairs
Back door's open a crack
I open the door and slip inside
her smell fills my senses
Her fruit, so ripe and inviting
She's waiting for me to come and end this
I go up, we fuck like animals
Eat each other alive all night
The game is over but our life, well that goes on
For we are man and...
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7. |
Blood Price
05:00
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I am the voice that makes you sick
I am the bloodthirsty heretic
I am your lord, your master and your god
I am true yet I'm a fucking fraud
Crooked lies, hooded eyes, tell me what you're worth
Patronise, polarise, your corner of the Earth
Deified, you deride, and hate your kin, blood can only buy you skin
I am your hope when all hope is dead
I am the life on your death bed
I am your future, virtue and your sin
I am the story you don't dare to begin
Crooked lies, hooded eyes, tell me what you're worth
Patronise, polarise, your corner of the Earth
Deified, you deride, and hate your kin, blood can only buy you skin
To cover up the bones and veins we're told
March with swords and flow with gold
Painted pictures frame a history serene
Disguised, regression to the mean
I am the pain that makes you hate
I am the shit you give and take
I am the good and bad in what you do
I am everyone else and I am you
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8. |
Murder Under Trust
06:17
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Welcome friends
Enjoy the wine
Share that bread around
Campbell calling
Seeking bed
Treachery's falling
The Glen runs red with the blood of the dead
Murder
Under
Trust
Knives under bedclothes
Rise in the night
defenceless, blood flows
No chance to fight
The Glen runs red with the blood of the dead
Stabbed in the back under the dead of night
Men, women, children all
Chased, raped and massacred as they took flight
Dalrymple watched them all fall
The Glen runs red with the blood of the dead
Stabbed in the back under the dead of night
Men, women, children all
Chased, raped and massacred as they took flight
Robert Campbell watched them all fall
The oath of brotherhood crosses the clans
friend or foe
Extirpation of the whole clan MacDonald
Mort Ghlinne Comhann
Highland welcome as a guest
Food and board for a friend
The light goes up on signal rock
And brought about the end
Stabbed in the back under the dead of night
Men, women, children all
Chased, raped and massacred as they took flight
Their ancestors watched them all fall
The oath of brotherhood crossed the clans
friend or foe
Extirpation of the whole clan MacDonald
Mort Ghlinne Comhann
The Glen runs red with the blood of the dead.
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9. |
1692
04:14
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