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Brotherless
02:23
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Grasping at straws and gasping for air
While you sit on your throne with your foot on my throat
This is the peasant versus the tyrant
David versus Goliath
Yeah, I know it's "a matter of trust"
But it's 2012 and I ain't the fucking piano man
The walls of the room that you used to live in match your yellow fucking heart
Now it's peeling away and those same walls are telling your worst
These are words I should have never had to say
The sun has set on this speeding trainwreck
And your memory vanished into the night
Brush the dust off your book of judgement
And get dragged out by the horse that you rode in on
These are words I should have never had to say
The sun has set on this speeding trainwreck
And your memory vanished into the night
I'd rather just remember the good ol' days
I'd rather just remember the good ol' days and forget you still exist
These are words i should have never had to say
These are words i should have never had to say
Brush the dust off your book of judgement
And get dragged out by the horse that you rode in on
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Turn Cold
02:40
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I never thought the world would end this way
But I guess, I guess it all makes sense
You've got con men and criminals at the top preying on the poor
Declare war of the classes, they've dumbed down the masses, and turned us against us
I'm turning cold while I wait for the world to explode
I'm waiting for the world to explode while I turn cold
I never thought the world would end this way
The dumbest fucking kids that you grew up with
Got a badge, and a gun, and an axe to grind
Blind white rage against the guiltless
I'm turning cold while I wait for the world to explode
I'm waiting for the world to explode while I turn fucking cold
No pig is gonna save you from the evil that man can do
No good guys with guns are gonna save you
No pig is gonna save you from the evil that man can do
No good guys with guns are gonna save you from the evil that man can do
I'm turning cold while I wait for the world to explode
I'm waiting for the world to explode while I turn cold
These words are too heavy for my head, so my head hangs on the ground
I'm waiting for the world to explode while I turn fucking cold
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3. |
Holy Terror
00:57
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I don't care about the nails in your hands
And I don't care about the thorns on your head
Your blood looks yellow from where I'm standing
Sick and cowardly
I don't care about the cross that you bear
And I don't believe that you're really there
You didn't sacrifice and never came back to life
Your holy terror means nothing to me
Your holy terror means nothing to me
I'm not losing myself (in a) sea of unanswered questions
Fuck you.
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Pig Farm
04:41
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I ain't workin' at this pig farm no more
Watch me do my best Kerouac and get the fuck on the road
From night until dawn, there's been thieving going on
I ain't workin' at this pig farm no more
I ain't livin' down and out
Hold on, now tell me what the fuck is going on
Hold on, just let me sing this one last song
Misery dealt out with every hand
Leaving my brothers coming up short
Now the devil is wearing a three-piece suit
And he's sending out his boys in blue
I ain't livin' down and out
Hold on, now tell me what the fuck is going on
Hold on, just let me sing this one last song
You can't set these wings ablaze
You sure as fuck ain't holding me down
Hold on
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Laid to Waste
02:33
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Your family is ripping this world apart
Leaving a "god shaped hole" in the center of the earth
A taste for blood and a message from the sky
Leaves us barren, silent, and laid to waste
Fallen friends and scattered ashes
Pile up until there is no air to breathe
War breaks out in your name and where are you
Nowhere to be found
So how am I supposed to believe in this
An unconditional, everlasting savior
Seeing our future in an early grave just makes me sick
Stop fighting for a myth, or a god
Something too afraid to show it's own face
Faithless - your god is no fucking friend of mine
Faithless - your god is no fucking friend of mine
Faith is a fucking game for cowards
Faithless - your god is no fucking friend of mine
Faithless - your god is no fucking friend of mine
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6. |
Money Over Blood
01:58
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You look just like
A prized fucking pig
Fattest on the farm, swallowing whole
All the other's dignity
We're all in the shit together, so why am I at the bottom
While you're at top, dollar signs in your eyes with no end in sight
Taking and taking and taking, never bending or breaking
It's just money over blood, money over blood, money over blood
Just an empty shell
Money over blood
Take me home to where I have a soul
Take me, take me home
Take me home to where I have a soul
Take me, take me home
Respect nothing
You respect not one thing
Human versus machine
I will rise
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Life is A...
03:30
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I took the high road, got halfway to nowhere
Just a life of isolation
I took the high road and broke down along the way
I couldn't save me from myself because
Life is a motherfucking bloodsport
Life is a motherfucking bloodsport
The kids were all just liars
But I couldn't sort through loyalty and bullshit
And when the weight of just living came crashing down
It burned out this heart forever
Life is a motherfucking bloodsport
Life is a motherfucking bloodsport
I guess you really fucking showed 'em
Look what living "out of step" really fucking got you
Those golden years just don't shine like they used to
When you're standing in the ruins of your past,
Those golden years just don't shine like they used to
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Second Spirit Nashville, Tennessee
Second Spirit is a one-man hardcore band from East Nashville, TN that makes aggressive music meant to connect with the very core of anger and rage. It's an eclectic sound that is as two-stepping youth crew as it is metal, as thrashy as it is spacey. Their debut album, titled The Weight Of Just Living is written, performed, recorded, and mixed entirely by the band's frontman Jared Colby. ... more
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