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Artificer
04:00
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If all's fair in war
Make love, wage war
If all's fair in love
Decorate your bones in charms
First blood
Foreplay
With daggers drawn
Dedicate your drowning lungs to the river that filled them up
Synchronize the ballroom's walk
I’ll move faster than gambling debts and powdered drugs
My lips never moved when I sounded it out in only vowels
Don't raise your hands
You son of a bitch
Unless you learn to keep them swinging
I want to see the look in your eyes
As i squeeze until you stop twitching
Clenched fist like a wrecking ball
Dog eats dog
Better safe than sorry if there was safety
This is a waste of all our time
You've put the knives away
If you can cut the clouds
Divide the waves
If you cover up your mouth with your hands
I’ll loose the words and lose its worth
Brace yourself for the end of the world
There's nothing to fear but the few of us
The fever's just behind the pulse
Reactions
All fragile hearts will not mend
All fragile hearts bend and break
This will rust and weather
And so will I
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2. |
Soapbox Sermon
03:12
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Morning star how did you learn to burn bright?
Matchstick to torch
Torn from your throat to the basement
What’s right?
Enthralled
I wonder wanderer how long have you drifted for
Take the first boxcar passing from here to nowhere
Bipedal stride
We've stayed too long to make an entrance
So strike a pose
I wonder wanderer how long have you drifted for
From a ghost town with one horse to the foot of the throne
I am that son of a gun who kicked down the door where you’re hiding your daughter
Get in
Get out
Cash in
Cash out
(if i make it out here alive)
Break in
(if i make it out here alive)
Break out
(if i make it out here alive)
Blackout
I am the smoking gun
The bus stop christ shouting down from his soapbox
Better beware
The king has made his arrival
Give praise, give thanks, raise your glass
Keep me close
Raise your glass
Keep me close
I’ve gone from the edge to the end
Fight for scraps
Sold for parts
There's dirt on my hands
Don't let it go
Morning star how did you learn to burn bright?
Matchstick to torch
I am the torch
Bow down
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3. |
Punk Rock Guilt
03:33
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We've kept our faith but held on to nothing
Now hold the light extinguish life
Death throes
Man and god and god his man
The lower forth is breaking in
The frequency is tuning up to sing a higher song
Same situation, new understanding
Just another series of "is" and "was"
No ending
No beginning
Where do we start
The red bathed in gold
Digital
Geometry
Stoke the flame, extinguish light
Start the war and end the fight
Fixate your eyes and blind your sight
A beta state, an alpha mind
The figurehead is glaring out and spiraled down
Gasoline and cellophane
Come to grips and find another poison to keep us used
Pacify
Shifting phase as outer space burns out
Make way for us
Death throes
Cross your fingers behind your back now
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4. |
Lux and Row
04:13
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Medicines trapped in our bones
Can't wait till the other side to take it
The ground beneath gives weight to the catacombs
I’m praying this is not your fault
I mean it
Easy as it comes
They'll find a way
Easy as it goes
We'll take it
An effigy
I am the hunter
I drank the oceans dry to taste it
The thoughts between here and what fills your cup
I’m praying this is not your fault
Believe it
And I never meant to
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A gentle touch from a cruel hand
There is no love where the careless confide
This rusty heart beats
Keep your faith in the cutlery
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut!
A swindler and a charlatan have an honest exchange
Speak no evil my friend
The masochist retreat to the runway as the serpent coiled tight
Whip the work horse off its broken leg
Ride the bludgeoned mare
Pour scotch in the drinking well
We just need a little rock n roll
Consume, repeat
The end is nigh and won't be televised
Light a torch for the witch hunt
Paint the town red
Dismantle anything you create and become a god
Run with scissors
Hold your tongue
When my fingers hit your throat
Know that your cold and beautiful
Did it hurt to have your head overturned?
Your body pressed to the floor
Dream on
No comfort in a collective
Dream on, dreamer
It's all by design, a sadistic plot against you
You have to keep your crying at an indoor voice
When misery's a muse
I bet you will
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6. |
Wedlock Waltz
02:27
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A wildcard of polluted wombs
Exploit yourself for me and the boys in sheep's clothes
Speak in an ancient tongue
If not for me, then for yourself
(Do it)
There is no need to beg for that which is willingly given
You've got to reach a new low
Bastardized in a wedlock waltz
Alone or depraved?
I can't tell the difference anymore
You are the fire
I felt the flame
I know the difference between you and me
Say it like you mean it
If you mean it
Tell me that you need
It if you need it
The sex machine will keep on breeding
Blank stare for the lust of fame and cameras
Give up or give in
We want more
Show us some sunburnt skin
The black and blues you wear
Like a badge that's pinned to your heart
Break your own heart
Your mother's so proud of her new amputee
The audience is chewing at the bit like pack horny frat boys
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