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Old Blood

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Snakeskin 04:15
I've come to blows with everything I would stay for All of the tension inside my bones, I'm ready to let it go I speak too sober for my generation to hear a word I say How do I cope with what they're working towards? Spending hours soaked in bile from their own decay How do I grow when all their are laced with gold? I've come to blows with hopelessly waiting here for All of the anger inside my gut to finally take control Turning me over Daunting, it makes its way towards All of the virtue inside my heart Forcing me to let it go No! I speak to sober for my generation to hear a word I say But I won't roll over I'll tear away at the skin until their paths are frayed Creating new ways to shake the diffidence from my tongue Creating new paths for me to disseminate the rest of my blood Enough is enough I'll stand here and salvage what's left I'll carry the stones and wayward bones to try and build my life anew, But I'll never find my heart among the chaff leftover from my past Such a daunting realization cast in so few words Too few to keep them running through my mind The wires won't align and permanence won't be assigned to any of my thoughts They are fleeting with my eyes towards home
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Stargazer 04:23
At the birth of my sonic creed I said, "My sentence is almost done." I hold an open arm to the cavalry Run me through and see my blood churn A gavel formed in chivalry As my skull crashes to the earth Fractures will arbitrate To free myself from your wicked ways Chewing the flesh off my bones Splintered teeth and a rotting tongue Pull me into the clime I'll never know how the weak became so arrogant Now the saints curse for the hell of it I feel so low while virtue is collecting dust on a shelf where character starts to rust away All we agree on is decaying lines of old poetry and hope. Hope? I've held that in prose, But the wolves came down and tore the words from my throat To keep the message from the shore When death came down to look at me I said, "My sentence has just begun." So I took his cloak to patch my wounds And left that bastard on his own I'll never know how the weak became so arrogant Now the saints curse for the hell of it I feel so low while virtue is collecting dust on a shelf where character starts to rust away I can't learn about my own design without giving up a part of my life that I came to love
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I hum to keep my mind straight But my arms beat like vultures wings in excitement for the kill I sing to stay alive, but I thrive When my heart is out of pace, I'm out of control, and my skin is at war with my god damn bones I despise All of the rings left under my eyes I despise The violent ways with which they waste my life Time slows Whenever I let her go That's why I chose To pass time away on my own I said it But you meant it Now you're undressed, cold, and alone You're my tower Built from bones Signify all of my wrongs Because time like love is a tide I've caught it in stride And now it's carrying me out to sea Where both mean nothing to me I feel the hours pass As sand falls from my bones The wind completes its task And wears me away I've tried, but this blood letting is wearing me thing So I willingly give in to nature's sway No forward motion The dead in my hands, the dead in my lungs and I grieve For the ideas of a generation censored by themselves
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John W. Lake 02:16
oh my brother where were you when white washed walls pulled my eyes from my skull crushed them, put them back into their holes and stole my pulse [what a shameful seed you seem to see] when there is no light to refract and no blood in your arteries I watched you like a vulture betrayer, devouring her souls wonting, waning, wishing that I was blind aside from the gall in the back of my mind oh my heavenly father is all I keep hearing you say but you forgot about your daughter and the makeshift clay she became [such a shameful seed you seem to see] when there is no light to refract and no blood in your arteries all I see are {Savages, savages} barely even human Savage
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Old Blood 04:29
We need to find a way to keep this old blood running It's flowed too long to end this way try to find a way to keep the skin from turning Revealing more than man can take It's too late to save us from the thought of our own deaths It creeps in and ignores us It takes hold of our loved ones and our elders and wont leave We need to find a way to keep this old blood running It's flowed to long to end this way You don't have to lie I've played it over in my head It was my own design I'm just trying to run away from the truth again Tell me the moves I make That they're not all in vain Tell me the words I chose Will not be lost on those I love Because everything around me Is more permanent than I And everything we've learned won't Help us stay alive But I write so I can last in the faintest sense of the word Where I am only the words that I chose to leave behind But where is my direction? Where is my decision? And why can I never bring myself to listen I'm just trying to run away from the truth again Death you are the one who makes me understand Love you are my only reason to avoid death's hand

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released January 27, 2012

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We're The Author from Mesa, Arizona. We formed in Feb. 2009 and play aggressive, honest music. Nothing more, nothing less.

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