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Midnight Sun
03:32
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Midnight Sun
The stage is set the virgin queen is wet
Electric threat fills the air
With bated breath and yes a severed head
The ritual begins again
The time has come
To face the midnight sun
The word made flesh a woman gets undressed
The prophet descends for you
And the sad thing is our future was predicted
By messengers six feet below
The sun the stars the waning moon
Align to guide me home
The love the joy the midnight noon
I have craved for so long
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2. |
Who Knows
03:51
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Who Knows
You couldn’t take another day alone
You paid the price of fear
And somewhere now the sun is drawing down
Upon the seventh seal
You force fed upon the skeleton
You made the final stand
With one hand upon the holy book
The other waves a flag
And now who knows
Who knows the price we pay
When nothing means anything
Close to what we say
You wouldn’t kill your dead presidents
We paid the price again
A famous controversy in the sand
Where are you in the end
A false flag so face the facts
Your man was the Trojan horse
At least in Greece they had the decency
To be your favorite nightmares
Anyway
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3. |
1990s Dealer
03:57
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1990s Dealer
Have a seat we’re all waiting for Jim
Don’t mind me I’m just taking it all in
Supposedly we know who’s next in line
But everybody’s forgotten their place
I’ve got some sweet indoor sativa
A hydroponic dreamer
Can you get it any cheaper
He’s a 1990’s dealer
Have a taste that’s his catch of the day
I ain’t lightweight but it blew me away
And if you think that that there shit’s for real
Well let’s go check out the menu he’s got
It’s tacked up back there up on the wall
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4. |
Swamphole
02:22
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Swamphole
Deep in San Mateo county
West of Las Vegas
Smack dab upon the shadow
Of the San Andreas
Well come on and make a visit
To my favorite place
Everyone inside the swamp
Is gonna get shit-faced
In the swamphole
Where the air is thick and the floor is filthy
Where walls know all those parties guilty
Where all the fun is just a bit unhealthy
In the swamphole alright
A guitarist from Miami off the 441
A guitarist from New Jersey
And a California son
A drummer from Missouri
And a bassist from the bay
They make a sound so scary
Makes the devil pray
Got somethin’ for the ladies
Got somethin’ for the fellas
Got somethin’ so retarded
Make an Alabaman jealous
Payin’ our dues in style make it easy
Singin’ while drinkin my booze
Till I’m queasy
Suckin’ em down like a real hillbilly
I’m a man goddam ain’t no sarsparilly
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5. |
In The Cage
05:41
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In The Cage
In the silence
Skin and bone
Not known to violence
A living stone
You spoke my sentence
And said so long
Another guest
A chaperone
In the cage
I took my shot but I got caught
And if I could I’d cut my veins in the cage
They took my silver
They took my gold
They took my family
They took my home
They did their damndest
To take my soul
Thank god I lost that
A long time ago
In the cage
I took my shot but I got caught
And if I could I’d hang myself in the cage
In the cage
I took my shot but I got caught
And if I could I’d end it all in the cage
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6. |
Empty Chest
03:51
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Empty Chest
Where did I leave
This bleeding heart of mine
Stranded alone
Beating all on its own
A desolate place
No eyes have ever seen
Or very near
Hiding within plain sight
An empty chest
It feels like nothing
An empty chest again
I got an empty chest
It feels like someday
I should feel again
Am I asleep
Is this all just a dream
Cause sometimes her eyes look blue
And sometimes green
Learning her tongue
Feels a lot like coming home
Like falling in love
There is no return
Find me the blade
How this scar was made
Find me the one who took all I own
And left me this way
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7. |
I Am The Fool
03:37
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I Am The Fool
The sun the tower
The hanging man on the gallow
The book of the magician
The sinner and the contrition
And nothing can change the path
The deck has the final word
The dealer is death the taker of life
And I am it’s favorite tool
I am the fool
The one and only empress
The lovers come to their senses
The dark and silent figure
The priestess she points a finger
The star leads to the slaughter
The chariot dressed for war
My last and only word
Forever guiding the card
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8. |
Hired Gun
04:15
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Hired Gun
Fire in the sun is like
A name scratched on a bullet
God made the gun
I guess the devil made me pull it
Hiring the unknown one
A new contract assassin
Target on the run again
A perfect crime of passion
Play pause stop repeat
Oh it ain’t no fun
When you’re a hired gun
Automatic fire burns
In a cold-blooded killer
Rifle for hire turns his
Steel into his silver
There once was a time
You could call me a pacifist
But now my crimes of violence
All look like accidents
Full metal jacket like
A fist around your neck
The fall of footsteps turns you
To a nervous wreck
You beg for mercy as I twist
The sound suppressor
I ain’t your priest but
You can make your last confession
To me
Just when you thought
That it was safe to walk alone
Just when you feel like you have
Reaped in what you’ve sown
The hired gunman comes and
Takes all that you own
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9. |
Crucifix
03:53
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Crucifix
The pain in your eyes
Cast up to heaven
The search of black skies
Returning empty
A thousand open wounds
Contorted frame
Nine inch spike gone through
Your dying veins
You were the one
Who was sick all along
Divine because
Of the sign of the cross
Your face is agony
Excruciating
Your tortured anatomy
Is celebration
Untold misery
Divine affliction
A sacred injury
Sublime addiction
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10. |
Standing In A Shadow
04:52
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Standing In A Shadow
I’m standing in your shoes
A size that can’t be filled
I’m bandaging your wounds
The kind that can’t be healed
I’m standing in a shadow
Of a giant on a hill
I’m haunted by a demon
The kind that can’t be killed
You handed me your burden
One that I must bear
I’m sifting through the wreckage
Of a life gone unfulfilled
I’m drinking more
Than I did before
He’d approve
Riding on his coat tails
Far too long
But then how else
Could I even be here
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11. |
Numb The Pain
05:49
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Numb The Pain
I want to be alone
I told you on the phone
And now I’m on my own
But I am free again
And as I’m growing old
This burden I can’t hold
My heart is getting cold
So as to numb the pain
Another pill to numb the pain
Another thrill to numb the pain
Another glass to numb the pain
Another failed romance to numb the pain
I will dance another dance
Give love another chance
Live another failed romance
To me it’s all the same
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Phantom Limb Athens, Greece
Hard rock debut album from Athens Greece-based Phantom Limb
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