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Boss Battle
02:02
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These demon bells, they chime so loud
These waves of sound up from the ground
Hard to resist this devil's kiss
Old faith let's toss, upturn the cross
Lord above or Lord below
One ticket gets the same damn show
Pray for peace or death of foe
Loss of self or Holy Ghost
Unanswered prayer night after night
Lord rescue me from this Light
I've fallen hard out of this life
No longer want this pain and strife
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She can’t find safety inside her head
Her tongue, be wary of what it might say
His heart it used to beat but not today
No guilt weighs upon her shoulder blades
She might have something more that she’d like to say
She won’t suffer fools like him no more
His fists decay and rot below the floor
Her heart is all her own just like before
His shame she sent it with him to the grave
She might have something more that she’d like to say
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3. |
Brother Blood
03:26
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Walk these fields with me for awhile
Don't hide that smile, the weather's mild
Something, baby, you just gotta see
On bended knee, beneath that tree
Use yr hands to dig, it ain't too deep
Been losing sleep, the cost too steep
Find a skull or two, you've turned a'pale
Far from hale, this air's gone stale
Both should look familiar in a way
These skies of grey, momentous day
Dearest love I did this all for you
To prove to you, my love were true
Took yr father's life for abuse
When he seduced. You look confused?
Yr ma was next for her dishonesty
And trickery, complicity
Put that shovel down, don't ya see
That thanks to me, you are free
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She was born unkind
Averse to crime
Til she crossed that line
Left her kids behind
Their bodies weren't found
She were clear of this town
All three of them drowned
None gagged or bound
Had the Lord in their eyes
They had to die
No final goodbye
Nor judge on high
Out swallowing flies
Yet her cheeks are dry
You won't catch her cry
Can't tell you why
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5. |
Sparrowhawk the Third
02:47
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Her husband she choked
Couldn't stand when he spoke
It's the vows that he broke
In a heartbeat
Most of the time
Turns to all of the time
This crawl to a climb
In a heartbeat
Seen the death of her friends
Through one broken lens
Now she sees her own end
In a heartbeat
Most of the time
Turns to all of the time
This crawl to a climb
In a heartbeat
She's dug her own grave
Her freedom she craves
From victim to slave
In a heartbeat
Most of the time
Turns to all of the time
This crawl to a climb
In a heartbeat
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6. |
Protect Yr Face
03:27
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Hey there bloodyface
The time for fear is now
Hey there bloodyface
Best wipe that sweat from brow
Hey there bloodyface
Who will you save and how?
Hey there butcherboy
The time for fear has passed
Hey there butcherboy
Oh send us off with brass
hey there butcherboy
We're all slain in the grass
Hey there bloodyface
How could you let this be
Hey there bloodyface
They took us in the trees
Hey there bloodyface
No more kisses from you to me
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Trash Teeth, Trash Hands California
born from the death of six legendary cats, risen from their unearthed jaws, extracted from their mealy fangs as King Baby Teeth. Under the advice of a litany of lawyers and professional advertisement gurus KBT named their recording project Trash Teeth, Trash Hands so as to ensure the most commercial viability. ... more
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