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Holycaust
02:18
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Another scene of Holocaust.
An innocent life was the cost.
People believe what they hear
when eyes of hate produce no tears.
So tie him up, hung by the throat.
His heart is black, a heart of cold.
Cause no matter what they say
wrong or right he must be dead.
Everybody has a say.
But not this man, not today.
Biased thoughts have clogged your ears.
Missunderstandings turn to fear.
Stop this evil, he must go.
Hang him at the gallows post.
Blindly following your faith,
religion killed a man today.
Your book killed a man today.
At the gallows cheering as he hangs.
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2. |
Burning From Within
02:22
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I look around and I just feel so alone.
Tattered and dejected.
You put me down and you cut me deep.
Like a research frog you've been dissecting.
So burn! So burn!
With this raging fire I keep inside.
So burn! So burn!
Once and for all, I'm cutting all my ties.
I, the winter fire.
All my ashes turn to dust.
Will you watch me fade away?
or push me to combust?
To fade away and not be seen atleast for just a glimpse.
Disgusted with this rotten world,
of you, my hand I rinse.
There's nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
There's nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
You see me and you tease me cause I'm different than you,
but there is nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
I look around and I see the end.
It's coming just as I detected.
You've been no friend to me.
Like a fucking snake, you've been rejected.
So burn! So burn!
With this raging fire I keep inside.
So burn! So burn!
Once and for all, I'm cutting all my ties.
I, the winter fire.
All my ashes turn to dust.
Will you watch me fade away?
or push me to combust?
To fade away and not be seen atleast for just a glimpse.
Disgusted with this rotten world,
of you, my hand I rinse.
There's nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
There's nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
You see me and you tease me cause I'm different than you,
but there is nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
So next time, don't be surprised,
when bricks fall from the sky.
If you survive, just realize
that your path should not cross mine.
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3. |
Through Thick and Thin
03:04
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Tonight it's us against the world.
We call to rise, we don't compromise.
If its a war you want,
we're gonna give our all
and never fall.
Stand by my side.
and stand your ground.
Stand up for what you believe
or you'll be backing down.
Down you'll go.
Silenced.
Crushed.
Woh-oh
All for one.
One for all.
Absolute.
For so many came but they are gone
cause they were never true,
Through the thick and the thin,
we will remain absolute.
Can you hear us tearing down the walls?
We are the beasts you never tamed.
This is our chance.
Our time is now.
Stand up for what you believe or
you'll be backing down.
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I traveled through the dark woods
Escaped the evil it brings
Battled some really small things
But turns out those things were clones of me
And tho I said the right words
They're all still nagging at me
As if I damned you to hell by
Saying words incorretly
Protect the book with your very life
Tis bound in flesh and blood
It cries to all things evil far and wide
Woh-oh
Watch the army of darkness rise
As foretold by the wise man
Ancient Samarian texts
Flow off the tip of the tongue
With a bouncy soulful resurrect
We're trapped in time
And low on gas
With my trusty twelve gauge Remington
Evil lurks in the distance
Hungry for the Necronomicon
Protect the book with your very life
Tis bound in flesh and blood
It cries to all things evil far and wide
Woh-oh
Watch the army of darkness rise
Klaatu
Barada
Nikto
Where have you gone
with my Necronomicon
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5. |
The Free Man's Dance
02:10
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We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
The man in black, with a badge on his hat.
When push comes to shove, there's a gun in his hand.
It's hard to see a life form in a crumbling heart of stone.
No justice in that badge. The fault will never be his own.
A freeman danced.
He made his way down town.
Armed with a picket sign.
They beat him to the ground.
He begged them all to stop.
His words were choked away.
"Protect and Serve"
The laws they choose when to obey.
I want to hear you scream at the top of your lungs!
These pigs are cops, not food!
Can't you tell?
Can't you tell by the gun?
We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
See them on the silent corners and they're outside of your home.
Waiting for a chance to cross the line. This never ending show.
Pigs, they beat you in the shadows. Not for some fear of the light,
but because it gives them power hiding from the prying eyes.
A freeman danced.
He made his way down town.
Armed with a picket sign.
They beat him to the ground.
He begged them all to stop.
His words were choked away.
"Protect and Serve"
The laws they choose when to obey.
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6. |
The Lament Configuration
02:39
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You'll find no tears here in this place between pleasure and pain.
Pull the needles in my skin right out of my face.
Some call them demons in the regions they explore.
Some call them angels and they crave for pleasures more and more.
C-E-N-O-B-I-T-E
Come unto me.
C-E-N-O-B-I-T-E
Come unto me.
Beware! Beware!
Jesus wept!
The hooks and chains rip at your flesh in acts of mutilation.
You brought this apon yourself with the Lament Configuration.
Some call them demons in the regions they explore.
Some call them angels and they crave for pleasures more and more.
C-E-N-O-B-I-T-E
Come unto me.
C-E-N-O-B-I-T-E
Come unto me.
Woh-oh Woh-oh x3
Cenobite!
Hey! Hey! x3
Cenobite!
Hey! Hey! x3
Cenobite!
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7. |
War of the Worlds
02:24
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Across the gulf of space,
with such envious eyes,
the beasts gaze at our sick sad world
and plan out our demise
They snatched us from our beds.
They ripped our flesh from bone.
Sprayed blood over the landscapes
as to make this world there own.
The hordes of burning bodies reek
As buildings fall. they crash.
Never in your life did you think martians would attack.
So clueless we were made.
They came here from the sky.
They climbed out from below.
Ancient robotic tripods of technology unknown.
Great cities are destroyed.
They fall to martian flames.
The masses burn to ashes
victim to the lazor ray.
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In the pet shop district.
Stands an old burnt tenement.
Went up in flames in 69, abandoned ever since.
A silhouette unknown,
can be seen up on the roof.
They say he lives alone among ambient multitudes.
Science hatched him from an egg.
He's an E.T. left behind.
Inhuman reproduction left to starve alone and die.
On that 88th street.
People still speak of his name.
Feeling eerie as they look around for a sign of something strange.
Woh-ho! Woh-ho!
The ballad of the Pigeon Man
He's a human bird hyrbid.
Some say he has a beak.
Some say he's lived so long on eating only worms and leaves.
So leave the beast alone.
His twisted world of peace.
Is not one understood by your sick-sad society.
For every bird a ring.
For every ring a string.
With solemn breath and a heavy chest, the birdman took a leap.
He was flying toward the sun.
What a wonder to the eye.
To this day his spirit haunts the streets long after his goodbye.
Woh-ho! Woh-ho!
The ballad of the Pigeon Man
Sick World. Strange Land.
The ballad of the Pigeon Man.
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A little girl from a broken home
doesn't need this anymore.
Grew up with nothing in her life
sleeping on the coldest floors
Wondering why life is this way.
Why she's the one who pays.
"I lost all I had that day, I was just a life to waste..."
and so we sing...
I HATE YOU
From my swingset of abandoned youth.
Monkey bars of lightning
and the sandbox where she rests.
Had a late night with a customer,
next morning was dead.
Made her money the
best way she knew how
till things got out of hand.
To this day I visit her
and leave her some notes in the sand...
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10. |
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Same old situation,
seems you're coming around again.
I won't play your game,
I'm not fooling around.
I only play to win.
I only want what I deserve so who are you trying to kid?
'Cause you can call em' like you see it,
but I call it like it is.
I'm sick of shrugging off your petty little ways.
The names are always changing, in the end it's just a game.
We're running in a circle, a never ending chase.
You keep on slipping out of reach, but you won't win the race.
No more waiting around,
no more hanging around,
no more dragging me down.
Everything's so easy to you,
but I struggled to get this far.
I'm all alone in the fight.
What's wrong, who's right?
I will take it all to heart.
Your colors start to show, you call yourself a friend.
The teams are drawn, you chose your side, you'll get yours in the end.
You sing along, the same old song, as long as you can win.
but when someone better comes along,
you're too cool to let them in.
So now I've got you wondering if I've got it in for you.
I'd like to tell you different, but I can't because it's true.
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