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Dar Al-Harb
00:51
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Did God whisper in your ear and pin a death note on your heart
Pious eyes painted with piety and blood
Trade Stockholm syndrome confessions in weekly support groups for the dead
Tell yourself it's enough to bleed if it doesn't leave a scar
A tattoo cried out to a cringing halt
Connects people with mass graves
Draped over saddles the dead return
Feel parts of yourself die
Vampire slaked by the blood of the Kufr
Sprung monster closet the Dar Al-Harb
The long knives of the prophet held close at my throat
I jam the knife in through myself to get to you.
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Orphan
01:27
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I never wanted this distance
This distance between myself and the rest of the world
Unanswered voicemails the cursor hangs anxiously
Waiting for words that never come
Pages filled with scraps of life imagined
Reconstructed like the act at a murder scene
I don't want the baggage of things that are left unsaid
Somewhere in between we've lost ourselves
Keep our cards close it's how we wear our lies
Together but we are alone
Bridge of memories that ends in death
cycling like cover flow
Why are we trapped where only shadows fall?
How do we belong?
Punching holes in myself when there's no holes left to cut
and regret does not absolve
Choked up, bled out, waiting for tears, will they come?
Further our hearts, our rendered voice across the world
Still the tears won't come, even now
Orphan.
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Deliverables
00:53
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A heart of fool's gold, the charity in your eyes is worthless
Traveling salesmen come to eat my dead
Your promises cost more, than they're worth
Your secrets I'll take them from you with haloperidol
Scorpions doused in fire ants stirred and painted with gasoline
Take from you until there's nothing left
Picking meat from the bone while you're still alive
No one kept you in the dark
On the ground floor from day one
Early adopter, evangelist
Did God walk out on you after gifting you cholera?
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Scopedog
01:24
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Graveside manner shallow and quick, I hold onto this
Sharpening a laid open knife, objective years from now
Homeless memories scrounge for change, humming tunelessly
In the crush at exit, there's too many cameras just to kill my way out
No one does monsters better than us
In the jet lag between wars
Pollack the world with the blood of martyrs
Notches on the stock keeping score
Never let go of your dead, until the stage curtains fall
Words of consolation, are short term damage control
I'm holding you when you die, because I'm killing you
In your last, share your pain with someone who fucking cares
No haunted past, on my sleeve
Living and dying out of consequence
Used to death, short term pain
Dulled down by repetition
Firewood soaked in tears
Grey snow? Ashes fall
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Red Eye
01:06
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A kiss goodbye on the overpass, red eye to red eye
The world overnight just ahead of tomorrow's sunrise
Concrete spires the manifold ratlines vein the web
Eyes averted running tracts, tying up loose ends
Gate to gate, empty branches, seasons without life
Dusk cuts the horizon with amber, over the portal pull the shade
City to city - life to life
There isn't a destination anymore
Setting change out the window
But I'm not there
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Cargo 200
00:07
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One way out
A one way mirror looks only one way - out
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Thorn Farmer
00:54
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First ring I ever drew still hurts the last thing I ever drew
Telling myself just one more year until the last shovel of dirt
Spending forever doting on each circle of graphite
Each fresh ring a hoop that marks my not passing on
Safe places are vacuums, filling with sadness, without spark
Plucked out of a patch of sun, I tried to refill you
Wrapped in burlap - my first born dead
How many children do I have to bury before I am allowed to end
Why doesn't the ghost speak, instead stare accusing
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Kiku and embers scattered
A knife at an absent bedside
Six coins for the crossing
Laid out to the west
The waters of the last moment, a name inked in red
Piper Lou offered in madness by Sheryl to the vacuum
But she's reunited with ashes and another promise dies
Like the Deloyer 7, we're offered up for terms
And Camille Vidan's parents were they casualties of war?
To steal back this last betrayal
Cashim hits the self destruct
Cemeteries walled around (the ones) who died for your sins
Best intentions forgot, just timed out in the end
The gaze of the dead can't be taken back
They stare piercingly from heaps tied in barbed wire.
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I Accept Your Last Wish
00:58
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I will never forget this last moment
Trapped by the memories of the dead
How many lives have we swept aside
Can't find the answer or just won't hear
That you want for yourself
But I only want to forget
What will it take for you to see
That your God has hung up on you
Greedy spirits flock to me with the love of the dead
Coming back into myself I can't ever let go
Are we searching or running?
The rope snaps tight, tangling limbs
The barb hooks back and to free myself I must kill (you)
Curtain of light spreads across the vacuum
Light that's seen from earth
Impatient hearts see a clear future but only in black and white
Change the world by destroying lives, destroyed by our will to live
Lost despite following a path to the end
I accept your last wish.
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Hearts
00:49
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The heart stops on a dime, not enough room for all the sorrow
Words are not enough but they are the limit of your charity
A shared furtive nod, let out the line but don't cut bait
When the muzzle report catches up, your look betrays us all
Break the suit, dump your heart
Or take the trick face down
If I can't win, I'll make sure you lose
I'm the man on the grassy knoll
This is the time when you hold someone
Look at them and tell them it's alright
This is the time when you hold someone
Look at them and tell them a lie
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Flatworlder
01:10
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The future is God's alone, do not even look to the clouds
For the right of Jihad, the prophet's murderers fetch myths
No history before God, scabbed with Bid'ah
For students of the prophet, anything in the name of Sharia
Guilt submission obedience
Belief explodes shrapnel inside of you
Kiteless skies are free of sin
Vampires wash the ashes down
Pawn and kings alike are burned
Their graves are then destroyed
Crowds applaud God's mercy inflicted by vermin trapped in Sharia
To them there is only ablution
To be atoned
A flat world
I need to believe in your god
So I know he'll be found and killed
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The Last Red Shoulder
01:27
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Rotor wash stirs the desert, only a shadow of myself
Coated in the grey powder that once was people
Gore spattered chassis are matted by acid rain
After touring the many mass graves reserved for children
Who were raped and shot in the head
Not even sharks offer up their own young
I want to hear you scream until it becomes the flat drone of tinnitus
Until the ground is pollacked with your offal and blood
I want to see you leave this life screaming and find nothing afterwards
The air swells with a flat thrum - glass shivers in its panes
Now your house is a ruin among the ruins of Bamiyan's idolatry
Your history begins with your prophet, but it dies here with you
Jet black ravens fly over, until there's only wasteland not even graves
Bleeding out the wounds to my heart seamed with razor wire
Make orphans a generation doped by lofting reefs of smoke
Riddle your graves with bullets and sink them into the desert
The last red shoulder on a sea of blood
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Gridlink New Jersey
Matsubara Takafumi - Guitar
Bryan Fajardo - Drums
Jon Chang - Vocals
Mauro Cordoba - Bass
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