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Beckoning Beast
02:51
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We hum along to the call of the beckoning beast
Hum along to the call of the beckoning beast
Our time to rampage, it's his time to feast
So tired living every day under this threat (THIS THREAT!)
I promise I don’t have a martyr complex, maybe a little bit
Unhinge that jaw and let us out of the belly of the beast
It’s our time to rampage, it’s his time to feast
So tired living every day under this threat (THIS THREAT!)
I promise I don’t have a martyr complex, maybe a little bit
Let me out! Let me out!
We’re led into this slaughter
A hop skip and a slit throat at a time
It’s his time to murder, It’s our time to die
We hum along to the call beckoning beast
So tired living every day under this threat (THIS THREAT!)
I promise I don’t have a martyr complex, maybe a little bit
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Vices
02:57
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These anchors hold me down, down, down
I must saw these rusted bleak prison bars
With my sharp jagged tooth on my right side
I have to remind myself to breath
I have to remind myself it's not a dream
The cuts on these wrists spell out my name
Or at least I think it's my name
And everyone knows it's tragic
Scratching at the back of my eyelids
Skittering roaches inside my skull
Inside of my head!
And everyone knows it's tragic
Tick, tick, tick down the timeline
Counting the rats in the wall
1-2-3-4 & 5
These haunting secrets are being whispered, blistering aloud
Oh God please forgive me for my failures, my sins one and all
These common foxes come to pick at my bones when I'm not at home
I've even named one Crimson because of how her eyes glow
Broken down old souls have visitations in the early A.M. hours,
Shaking their bones as tambourines praising the Holy Ghost
I choke on my own breath, her cigarette smoke is thick
She swore like a sailors mother and drank like a poisoned lover
She had coal black hair and blistering soft lips
Held down by her vices and god was her first love
I mean I can't compete with the most holy
Inside of my head! Inside of her skull! Inside of my head!
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Outlier
00:30
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So much death,
out of it comes a rebirth of life
We must all face our own mortality
Every Time I look in the mirror
I forgot who I was
Lines and wrinkles on my face
WHO AM I?
We can’t hide behind tattoos & new hair do's
We can’t hide behind tattoos & new hair do's
We can’t hide behind tattoos & new hair do's
We can’t hide behind tattoos & new hair do's
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Splintered Bones
03:00
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Marching to the beat of death's lies
These souls will visit their graves tonight
A sip of whiskey to warm the tongue
Fireflies lead the wayward sons
Keeping company with adrenaline
The sight of breath reveals life again
These souls will visit their unmarked graves
It’s time to die today!
The sound of jazz permeates in my head
May we get to heaven
before the devil knows we’re dead
Paint the town an off-color of gray
Color blindness is funny that way
The last "hurrah" before I go
If this graveyard becomes my home
Please lay to rest my rattling bones
If this coffin seals my dreams
Don't let loved ones hear my screams
Cut out my eye for it has sinned
No time now, death creeps in!
If this graveyard becomes my home
We'll all die, but we won't be alone
Mortician paint me up a face
Drain blood embalm corpse from dismay
Rejoice who have fallen
for it's our eradication/complete destruction
The soul forever disconnected from the flesh decay
I shall see you in the heavens, please do not distress
I’ll see you there on judgment day
And we'll be... (BE DEAD!)
Splintered bones!
Our bodies will rot! (WILL ROT!)
Escape our souls
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Shadows Like Teeth
02:57
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Someday we shall be brave enough
to suck the marrow dry
For we shall rebuild these meek ships to sail the seas
For nothing can stop us, nothing can stop us
Nothing can stop us except for the shorelines
We tore these pages out one by one by two by three
These stories have been told
(These stories have been told)
We burnt these books in fear of shadows like teeth
These stories have been told
(These stories have been told)
We sail these wayward skeletons
The wind carries us through those ribs so deep
We pulled their crooked teeth,
we pulled their crooked teeth
We pulled their crooked teeth and used it as currency
We craft these boats
out of our friends the trees
Friends the trees
They fed and helped us breathe
Peel the bark back to be free
Tear it limb by limb, LIMB BY LIMB!
Cut em down and count those rings
again, again, and again
These stories have been unread
Dried out imaginations are left for dead
These stories have been told
Shadows like teeth, shadows that creep
Scare the ghost, spare the spirit
These crooked teeth, these crooked teeth
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October Bird of Death Chicago, Illinois
Chicago punk rockers.
Wiley Willis - Vocals
Justin Radtke - Guitar
Darren Davick - Guitar
Kurt Lynett - Bass
Zach Bridier - Drums
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