1. |
Spite Pit
04:50
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SLOW UNEASE SINKS INTO THE BODY
OF FROZEN BLOOD AND GRINDING BONES
INTO THE DEPTHS, DEADWEIGHT PROPELLOR
SEARCHING EYE LOOKING INSIDE
EVERY ROOM AND BENEATH THE WATER
TRYING TO FIND ME
I’M HIDDEN IN THE PIT
I’M HIDDEN IN THE PIT
I’M HIDDEN IN THE PIT
I’M HIDDEN IN THE PIT
SLOW DESPAIR SINKS INTO THE BODY
OF SYNTHETICS AND MOLTEN LEAD
TOWARDS THE ROOTS SWIM THE ROBOT INVADERS
THEIR LASER SIGHTS BURNING THE HIVES
LAID TO WASTE POPULACE OF MECHANICS
TRYING TO FIND ME
I’M HIDDEN IN THE PIT
I’M HIDDEN IN THE PIT
I’M HIDDEN IN THE PIT
I’M HIDDEN IN THE PIT OF SPITE
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2. |
Turdspeak
04:49
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TAKE SHOWER
STINKER ON THE FINGER
COME RAIN OR SHINE
IT’S ALL THE SAME
BIG BAD
BREEDS FROM THE BACK
GO GREY OR STRAY
IT’S ALL THE SAME
SWEAT DRIPPING
SLIPPING UNDETECTED
WAY OF SILENCE
A DIRTY GAME
SLEEP TIGHT
ARMS OUT ALOUD
STAY CLEAN AND HEAR
THE TURD IT SPEAKS
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3. |
Crook
05:55
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STRANGER RIDES INTO GHOST TOWN
STIRRING DIRT BENEATH HIS FEET
LYING THERE THE SHERIFF BLEEDS
HIS STARRY EYES THE BUZZARDS FEED
PULLS OUT A MAP
HEADS ACROSS
TOWARDS THE LAKE
IN HIS SIGHTS
IS THE CROOK
BATTLING DEMONS HE CAN'T DEFEAT
AT A LOSS, WITH THE SKY HE GRIEVES
RECOVERING 'NEATH THE SCATTERED TREES
SPIRTS GUIDE HIM TO THE MISSING PIECE
PICKS OUT THE TRAIL
AT THE PERCH HE WAITS
CLEARS THE SCOPE
IN HIS SIGHT
IS THE CROOK
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4. |
Black Cock of Armageddon
05:04
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SLOW, UNCLEAN, SWINE
NO ONE NEEDS YOU
BLEEDING HEART GUILT
NO ONE CARES WHAT YOU THINK
HONING YOUR SKILLS
ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW
MORNING NOON AND NIGHT
BURDEN'S YOURS TO LOAD
YOU THINK YOUR NIGHTMARES NEVER TIRE
YOU THINK IT'S JUST DOWN TO TIME
MOMENTS WILL PASS
BOWELS OF HELLISH GAS
MORNING NOON AND NIGHT
BLEEDING HEART GUILT
YOU THINK YOUR NIGHTMARES NEVER TIRE
YOU THINK IT'S JUST DOWN TO TIME
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5. |
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THE WIZARDS LAIR
A SERPENTINE MAZE
HE CASTS A SPELL
SLIP INTO A HAZE
WE MARCH
TOWARDS THE OPIUM MIST
OBEYING THE LAW
OF THE MONOLITH
JAGGED EDGES
BLEED THE CRIMSON SKY
NO PLACE TO RUN TO
NO PLACE WHERE WE COULD HIDE
TO ‘SCAPE THE WRATH OF
THE SWELLING TIDES
THIS MUST BE THE END
THAT WAS SUNG BY GYPSY CARAVANS
HAVE WE FORGOTTEN WHAT WE WAIT FOR
STEREOLITHIC RIFFALOCALYPSE
WE FEEL THAT WE COULD’VE DONE A LOT BETTER
BLOOD BURNS, RIFFS CALL
AND THEN WE WATCH THE SKIES OPEN
AND THEN WE WATCH THE SKIES
AND THEN WE WATCH THE SKIES.
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6. |
Bog Slime
04:22
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THE WALK TOWARDS THE MOTEL ROOM
DREAD LEAF HANGING FROM A TREE
COLD SWEAT ON MY BROW
FINGERS TWITCHING AS I OPEN THE DOOR
CAST ASIDE THE BLANKET OF DREAMS
BURY THE BONES IN THE MUD
AGAINST THE PULL OF THE SLIME
SET SAIL FOR GOLDEN SHORES
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7. |
Wretch Salad
04:50
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LOST MY BEARINGS IN A CLOUD OF SMOKE
CAN'T SEEM TO FIT BACK INSIDE THE HOLE
WITH A THICK HEAD AND A THICKER SKIN
STUTTERING THROUGH THIS WRETCHED PASSAGE
WATCH THE CHILDREN PLAY
IN THE GARDEN OF HATE
JUST ANOTHER WAY
TO PASS THE DAY
GIVE OR TAKE, BUILD OR BREAK – IT EVENS OUT IN THE END
DON’T YOU KNOW THAT WELL, BUT YOU STILL PRETEND
TO WEAR YOUR MASK AND PLAY YOUR CARDS
WITH HANDS THAT ARE SOILED
PRAYING TO THE GODS AND THE DEVIL
HOPE IT KEEPS YOU IN TOUCH WITH THE ORIGINS OF MAN
AND WITH THE TIMES WHEN OUR SPIRITS ROAMED FREE
AWAY FROM THE CLUTCHES OF TYRANNY
RAINY DAYS
CAN'T PLAY TODAY
MUST FIND A WAY
TO PASS THE DAY
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8. |
Stalebait
08:15
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DON’T KID YOURSELF
YOU’RE WIDE ASLEEP
CHAINED TO YOUR REALITY
THERE’S A VENOM FLOWING DEEP
LIKE AN OCEAN RIPPING THROUGH
IF THERE IS FEAR, IT’S ONLY YOU
LOVE – HATE – STALEBAIT
LOOK AT YOURSELF
YOU’RE TRIPPING BALLS
STILL CHAINED TO YOUR REALITY
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SHEPHERD Bengaluru, India
SHEPHERD
2011-2017
REST IN RIFFS
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