1. |
Wrong
03:52
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WRONG
FOLLOW STRAIGHT AND NARROW
SILENCE; THE ONLY VIRTUE
MAKE NO (NO) NO STANDS
THEIR WISH/ YOUR COMMAND
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
NOTHING CAN GO WRONG
NO DOUBT, NO WEAKNESS
A SYMPTOM OF THE SICKNESS
NO THOUGHTS, NO QUESTIONS
A PURGING OF THE POISONS
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
NOTHING CAN GO WRONG
TAKE NO (NO) NO CHANCES
SUFFER NO CONSEQUENCES
ACCEPT NO EXCUSES
ADMIT NO ABUSES
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
NOTHING CAN GO WRONG
TOTAL ACQUIESCENCE
PERMIT NO RESISTANCE
EXCISE ALL COMPASSION
TOLERATE NO DEVIATION
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
NOTHING CAN GO WRONG
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2. |
Red As Blood
02:19
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RED AS BLOOD
THE RED IN THE FLAG IS THE BLOOD THAT WAS SPILT
AN EMPIRE BUILT ON THE RAPE OF NATIONS
RED POPPIES GROW IN FLANDERS FIELD
REQUIEM FOR A GENERATION
AND SHALL WE BUILD JERUSALEM
ON THE BLOODY FIELDS OF FRANCE
COVER OVER THE CRIMSON BLOOMS
THAT GROW UP THROUGH THE GRASS
OR IONTHAT BLEAK AND LONELY SHORE
SO FAR ACROSS THE SEA
WHERE DEATH'S DARK ANGEL
STANDS CALLING OUT TO THEE
THE RED IN THE FLAG IS THE BLOOD THAT WAS SPILT
AN EMPIRE BUILT ON THE RAPE OF NATIONS
RED POPPIES GROW IN FLANDERS FIELD
REQUIEM FOR A GENERATION
FLY THE FLAG OF FREEDOM
ON THE CORPSES OF THE SLAIN
THE PAWNS ARE SACRIFICED AGAIN
TO WIN THE TWISTED GAME
TEN THOUSAND LIVES ARE THROWN AWAY
TO FEED THE NATIONS' GAIN
AND IN THE BLOOD-RICH SOIL OF THE BATTLEFIELD
THE POPPIES FLOWER AGAIN
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3. |
Obsidian
03:50
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OBSIDIAN
A BROKEN COG IN THE WHEELS OF TIME
WHEN REASON SLEEPS AND THOUGHT IS CRIME
AND SERRIED LEGIONS MARCH ON LINE
AND NONE DARE STAND ALONE
THE BLIND ONES HATCH THEIR TWISTED SCHEMES
THE HEADMAN’S AXE IS SWIFT AND KEEN
AND IN THE CITADEL OF BROKEN DREAMS
BROOD PALACES OF BONE
WHERE FEAR HOLDS SWAY AND DREAD IS KING
MURDER CIRCLES ON A JET-BLACK WING
DEVILS SHUDDER, SICK OF SIN
AND MADNESS SITS ENTHRON’D
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4. |
Shards of Glass
06:24
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SHARDS OF GLASS
THE HELL YOU CARRY WITH YOU
HAS NO ANSWER IN THE SKY
AND EVERYTHING YOU EVER KNEW
IS JUST A LIE
WHAT'S DONE IS DONE, WHAT'S GONE IS GONE
ALL MISTAKES ARE CARVED IN STONE
WHAT YOU'VE LOST IS NEVER KNOWN
YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME
THE THINGS YOU DID ONCE IN THE PAST
THEY DOG YOUR TRACK
THE POISON IN THE WORDS YOU SPOKE
THE DAGGERS AT YOUR BACK
WHAT'S DONE IS DONE, WHAT'S GONE IS GONE
IN THE END YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN
WHAT YOU FEEL YOU NEVER SHOW
YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME
MY MIND STILL GRINDS LIKE SHARDS OF GLASS
SPLINTERED IN MY HEAD
WITH ALL THE THINGS I SHOULD HAVE DONE
ALL THE WORDS I NEVER SAID
WATCHED IT ALL JUST SLIP AWAY
ALL THOSE YEARS – JUST GONE TO WASTE
SO MANY RISKS I WOULDN'T TAKE
NOT ONE PROMISE I DIDN'T BREAK
THE HELL YOU CARRY WITH YOU
HAS NO ANSWER IN THE SKY
AND EVERYTHING YOU EVER KNEW
IS JUST A LIE
WHAT'S DONE IS DONE, WHAT'S GONE IS GONE
IN THE END YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN
WHAT YOU'VE LOST IS NEVER KNOWN
YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME
WHAT'S DONE IS DONE, WHAT'S GONE IS GONE
IN THE END YOU'RE ALL ALONE
THE WAY YOU FEEL IS NEVER SHOWN
YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME
IN THE END WE’RE ALL ALONE
IN THE END WE’RE ALL ALONE
IN THE END WE’RE ALL ALONE
IN THE END WE’RE ALL ALONE
ALL ALONE
ALL ALONE
ALL ALONE
ALL ALONE
IN THE END WE’RE ALL ALONE
IN THE END WE’RE ALL ALONE
IN THE END WE’RE ALL ALONE
IN THE END WE’RE ALL ALONE
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5. |
Gleam
02:49
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GLEAM
BABYKILLER BACK FROM VIETNAM
GETS A JOB AS A COP IN DISNEYLAND
A CAP AND A BADGE AND A GUN IN HIS HAND
DREAMS OF BURNING FLAGS AND BODY BAGS
A SHADOW FALLS ACROSS THE LAND
THE VULTURES FOLLOW UNCLE SAM
FROM WOUNDED KNEE TO VIET NAM
THE COCA-COLA CULTURE BREEDS THE KU KLUX KLAN
THIS IS THE FEAR BENEATH THE MASK
THIS IS THE CROSS THAT BURNS IN THE DARK
THIS IS THE SKULL BENEATH THE SKIN
THE HIDDEN FACE, THE AMERICAN DREAM
THIS IS THE MASK BENEATH THE MASK
THIS IS THE FEAR THAT COILS IN THE DARK
THIS IS THE SKULL BENEATH THE SKIN
THIS IS THE SOUND OF THE SILENT SCREAM
BLOOD FOR OIL IN THE DESERT SAND
HOLY WAR AGAINST ISLAM
THE BIBLE, TORAH AND KORAN
THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO UNDERSTAND
SHADOWS FALL ACROSS THE LAND
THE VULTURES FOLLOW UNCLE SAM
THE MASTER RACE’S MASTERPLAN
THE COCA-COLA CULTURE AND THE KU KLUX KLAN
THIS IS THE FEAR BENEATH THE MASK
THIS IS THE CROSS THAT BURNS IN THE DARK
THIS IS THE SKULL BENEATH THE SKIN
THE HIDDEN FACE, THE AMERICAN DREAM
THIS IS THE MASK BENEATH THE MASK
THIS IS THE FEAR THAT COILS IN THE DARK
THIS IS THE SKULL BENEATH THE SKIN
THIS IS THE SOUND OF THE SILENT SCREAM
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6. |
Black Tide Rising
04:52
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BLACK TIDE RISING
SHE SAILS A DARK AND DREADFUL SEA
THIS DARK AND DREADFUL SHIP
THE OARS ARE MANNED BY CORPSES
AND THE SAIL-CLOTH HANGS IN STRIPS
A MADMAN STALKS THE ROTTING BRIDGE
A BLIND MAN HOLDS THE WHEEL
AND PLOTS A COURSE AS SURE AS DEATH
THROUGH WAVES AS GREY AS STEEL
DARK STAR RISING, HARD RAIN COMING
PLAGUESHIP SAILING WITH THE RISING TIDE
CRUEL STORM BREWING, BLIND EYES TURNING
NO TIME TO LOOK FOR SHELTER FROM THE WIND OF KNIVES
THE RIGGING IS ALL ROTTED THROUGH
THE HULL IS FULL OF WORMS
AND A DEADLY SWARM OF DORSAL FINS
CIRCLE BY THE STERN
THE JET PROW CUTS THE ROLLING SEA
A BEACON FOR THE BLIND
THE BLACK SHIP COMES LIKE A WHISPERED CURSE
AND HELL COMES HARD BEHIND
DARK STAR RISING, HARD RAIN COMING
PLAGUESHIP SAILING WITH THE RISING TIDE
BAD STORM BREWING, BLIND FIRE BURNING
NO TIME TO LOOK FOR SHELTER FROM THE WIND OF KNIVES
DEAD MEN FROM THE YARDARM HANG
AND THE DECK IS AWASH WITH GORE
DARKNESS CALLS TO DARKNESS
UPON THIS BARREN SHORE
AND WITH NO LIGHT TO GUIDE HER
SHE SLIPS BETWEEN THE ROCKS
AND MADNESS STALKS THE DEAD BLACK STREETS
AS THE DREAD BLACK FREIGHTER DOCKS
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7. |
Untitled
05:39
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UNTITLED
LOOK LIKE US
TALK LIKE US
LAUGH LIKE US
THINK LIKE US
PRAY LIKE US
FEAR LIKE US
FIGHT LIKE US
HATE LIKE US
HATE LIKE US
HATE LIKE US
HATE LIKE US
HATE LIKE US
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