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Conlan
01:22
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This is no life. No one to call now I've buried all my friends. So i'll write it down. Every page makes me harder to forget.
Don't you forget me, when I'm not breathing. When my heart's not beating.
There's no love for the pure, no respect for the dead. A spineless man only stands up tall when you string him up by his neck.
Don't you forget me, when I'm not breathing. When my heart's not beating.
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Bandits
02:12
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Legacy of the dishonest, it's coursing through our veins. The body dies and rots away but bandits we remain.
You worked for this life, but don't get too attached. Your possessions are illusions, yeah, I'll make sure of that.
We are the dishonest, it's coursing through our veins. The body dies and rots away but bandits we remain.
When you come from nothing, nothing can be lost. Think you know the sting of injustice? Believe me, you don't know pain at all.
I was promised that when we die Bandits become stars in the sky.
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N. Rockwell
02:13
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Pray for your children. Pray for your soul. Pray someone listens. It's time to take control.
They brief you on Sunday morning. It's all shit but you swallow it whole. Say you lead your own life, but you swallow, swallow, wallow, wallow, follow them, oh.
Swallow it all. You swallow it all. Take control.
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Rat King
01:39
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King of this rat's nest for a night. Crown of pride, stench of indulgence. Puffed out chests, painted whores. Squeal "live fast and die young." In the end, what have you done? What have you created and who's going to miss you when you're gone?
King of this rat's nest for a night. A twisted mess of tails and greasy flesh. You will answer for your sins. Time's come to kneel down before me. Lay down at my fucking feet. I am the one your god sent to make you bleed.
I will make you. I was sent to make you bleed.
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Hands
03:36
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Flesh and bone built this town. My father and a hundred men like him. Broke ground for brighter futures, spent their lives below the surface. Black, dust-filled lungs, hear the damage in the songs they sung. My hands are soft and my heart grows harder every day.
Death is living someone else's standards, not thinking on your own. It will never be good enough, and I've realized I don't give a fuck.
Fuck you, I don't care enough. Fuck you, I don't care at all.
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