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Ring Master
04:17
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Take my hand, I'll show you around
Don't mind the stench, the sights and the sounds
Come shoot some tin while it's on the belt
You wont shoot it down till it's cold in hell.
Open the curtain and open your soul
come take a ride and down you'll go
open your mind and open the door
this fun house of lies makes you hurt no more
We'll spin on the wheel till its high in the sky
you wont feel a thing till your eyes meet mine
hoops are on fire and heads in a jar
this night that you came out will leave you a scar
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Pieces
02:45
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Take the pieces out and put em' back in
Chew it up and spit it back out, all over again
Too tired to work, too worked to sin
I'm feeling that devil crawling out of my skin
Don't take me light boy, I'm a serious guy
One slip of your lip and it'll be goodbye
Don't do me wrong, cause I'll do you right
You'll be staring down the barrel of 45.
Hang me high, leave me out to croak
I know I'm gonna fry about the words that I spoke
I'm dreaming again about the end of the rope
I'm feeling his hands clenching 'round my throat
I can't sleep at night boys, I'm always awake
One wrong step and that'd be a mistake
I'll cut you down with the end of my rake
And you'll be feeling that iron gouging out your face
I'm feeling that devil crawling out my skin
I am that devil and my hands are red
A lot of bad luck, and mistakes again
I thought I fooled that devil, but I sinned again
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Blood
02:57
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Get the blood off your hands, get the blood off your hands boy. I dont know where I went wrong and I don't know where I belong, just a killin' seems so natural to me. I was raised by wolves and then by physcos making traps for cats then people spilling out all the bullshit that they fed to me. I will hunt you I will follow one false step and soon you'll fall through the emptiness that fills my days. Get the blood off your hands, get the blood off your hands boy.
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Two Red Eyes
03:07
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I can say I haven't been myself in, since I don't know when
And often times I don't even think man, all I do is sin
It's times like these when I need to just break down and cry
Cause if I don't let it out, I'm sure to wither up and die
I'm deep in the drink by now, sinking down into misery
I haven't eaten in a week or two, goddamn it if I can't sleep
It's times like these when I need to just break down and sigh
Cause if I don't hold it back, I'm sure to break apart and die
Two Red Eyes, There are, Two Red Eyes Staring at me
It's times like these, when I want to die
I can say I haven't felt this way since the last time I saw you
Most times I wouldn't even think I'd find something else to do
It's times like these when I need to just break down and lie
Cause if I don't hold it back, I'm sure to make it through another night
I can say I've never felt this way, well, in my whole life
And most times I wouldn't even think
I'd just get fucked up all goddamn night
It's times like these when I need to just break down and cry
Cause if I don't let it out, I'm sure to wither up and die
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5. |
Hallowed Stare
03:06
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Never known wrong from right, everyone's always criticized
Don't you know I was born to lie, stay away from me
Never had a chance in hell, that's where I'm bound to dwell
Down in that cold dark well, don't you talk to me
Don't you know, I sold my soul
Breaking hearts and killing time is all I know
Next time around I might not be found
And it's better to run than be six feet in the ground
Tried my best just to do what I can
Get a job, save my cash, and try to make a little plan
But the times are getting harder and rougher every day
And god only knows, if I'll ever be saved
Broke down and all alone, beat down and left to roam
I wish I woulda' known, what was left of me
My eyes have a hallowed stare, bloodshot and with a glare
just touch me if you dare, don't you talk to me
Tried my best just to do what I can
Get a job, save my cash, and try to make a little plan
But my habits and my sinning got me praying every day
And god only knows, if I'll ever be saved
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Devil's In My House
02:43
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I woke to the sound of scratching at the door
A tapping on the roof, and a rattle on the floor
Now I'm afraid to leave my bed forever more
He's rapping at my window, and straight into my core
Devil's in my house, Devils in my house
You let him on in, with all of your doubt
He's possessed these walls, and everything you say
Gotta get out today
Murder's in your voice, blood is in your tears
When you wipe them onto me, I can see all your fears
And when the time has come, and I'm laid out to dry
You'll be standing with the devil by your side
Pain is in your breath, it's becoming your whole life
It's the way you see things now, with your blood red eyes
And when your touching me, I can feel nothing at all
The time has come to reap what you sow
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7. |
Up All Night
03:22
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I've been riding cold, dead and hoarse along this frozen trail of whores my heads full of buckshot my hearts full of lead my hands cant hold still this gun from your head. My ribcage, my prison, your mindset, transition. Up all night. All this time spent, i cut through the bone I'm falling into this bottomless hole. the same thing you told me, the same thing I said, the ship is sinking, we're all left for dead. My ribcage, my prison your mindset, transition. Up all night.
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I'm standing on the corner, and I'm looking deep within
Hoping for forgiveness, praying for a new kind of sin
I'm thinking about times, trying to keep some things at bay
Emptiness is sinking in and I've been awake for days
I'm strung out, but I aint feeling down
I'm crashing but I aint burning out
I'm wired up, I'm fired up
I'm tired but I'm staying up
And aint nothing's ever gonna keep me down
I woke up in the gutter, empty bottle in my hand
Well jesus christ, holly shit, here I go again
I cannot say I didn't see this coming round the bend
I will not lie or justify this means to meet the end
I fell asleep in the bathroom staring into the abyss
There's nothing like coming to soaked in your own piss
Well realizing my defeat is one of my best skills
Some day I'll meet with deaths release and it'll be a thrill
I'm all fucked up I'm outta luck
I'm struggling but I'm hanging tough
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Whiskey
02:47
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I woke up drunk today, whiskey is all I know
I lost all hope today, There's no telling where I may go
I'm crawling out my skin, but soon this all will pass
Them streets are cold and wet, the asphalt done and bit my ass
I'm falling down my friend, Whiskey all around
I'm feeling down my friend, Whiskey all around
I lost my job today, whiskey is all I know
I lost my gal today, you can find me at the golden rose
I found my gods today, jack and james gonna hold me close
I'm feeling holy now, I'm putting white shit up my nose
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Hypnotized
03:13
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Jesus christ what I do last night
My head is hurting and so does the light
The bottle's empty and the gin is dry
This blanket of booze is wrapped around me tight
Hypnotized
I'm walking through the woods, drunk alone at night
The moon is shining down upon my blade oh so bright
I'm feeling urges can't explain this fucking homicide
Somethings got me hypnotized
I got this girl with the darkest pair of eyes
She's only coming round in the blackness of the night
She's got me feeling like I gonna commit suicide
She's got me hypnotized
My blood lust has gotten way too outta sight
These visions in my head are filling me full of fright
I'm on the verge of total fucking genocide
Something's got me hypnotized
They got me locked up in a room totally white
Saying the end is near, and they can't wait to see me fry
I can't wait for the Worden's call at midnight
They got me hypnotized
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