1. |
Hell Hound
03:03
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This is a song about people who take the live fast, die young mantra into a dark direction.
Crawled in on all fours,
She heard me scratching at her door,
Said she could smell the blood in my veins,
It's like a bitch locked up in a cage
Come on sink your fangs, ease the hunger pangs,
Unleash desire, be born in fire
A young man's disease, to do whatever the fuck I please,
I'm a spider,
I'm a demon,
I'm a devil trying to get even,
I gotta settle the score,
The whole world is my whore,
When in hell, ring the bell
When in hell, ring the bell
When in hell...
At the bottle's end, that where I descend,
Into the mouth of madness,
Dance like God, the savage,
Cradle to the grave, spirits pave the way,
Drunken filth and flame,
Drugged out ball and chain,
When in hell, ring the bell
when in hell, ring the bell
When in hell...
Hollow like the bottle
When in hell, ring the bell
when in hell, ring the bell
When in hell...
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2. |
Tiny Cemetery
03:16
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This song is about only true inevitable.
Unless our dreams,
Fall asleep,
Scissors to the string,
Scissors to the string,
Dissect the meaning,
Have you read the ending?
All that's flesh and bone.
One day turns to stone,
Every melody I sing,
Only temporary,
Fan the flames,
To feed the flick,
In a vain attempt,
To turn these ashes in to embers,
Your young at heart,
And not afraid of the dark,
Every melody I sing,
Only temporary,
And all my teeth, A
tiny cemetery
A last wish,
A first kiss,
You got me climbing up the walls,
Every melody I sing,
Only temporary,
And all my teeth,
A tiny cemetery
Make up your mind,
You're on borrowed time.
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3. |
Any Last Words
03:14
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Coming for you,
In a heart attack,
Coming for you,
When you're on your back,
Coming for you,
In disease,
Coming for you,
When you're on your knees
Free from the womb,
Bound to the tomb,
Pale as it's rider,
Got any last words?
I've been told,
The young and old,
Bodies come,
And bodies go,
Fast as a pistol,
Bought with a fistful,
Creeps like a slow dance,
Begs like a last chance,
Free from the womb,
Bound to the tomb,
Pale as it's rider,
Got any last words?
Hearts will race,
And hearts will slow,
Then one day,
Your get called home,
Fast as a pistol,
Bought with a fistful,
Creeps like a slow dance,
Begs like a last chance,
May come to you,
When you close your eyes,
May come to you,
In a grown man's knife,
May come to you,
On the drive home,
When it comes for you,
You're all alone
It's ugly, it's beautiful,
It's your funeral,
Pale as it's rider,
Got any last words?
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4. |
Void
03:09
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I was once a star,
And you were too,
Hopefully, we'll get home soon,
Time is never flowing,
The void is ever growing,
Solar flares burn my eyes,
When I am less unlike the sky,
While I'm shooting for the moon,
Galaxies become my room,
Time is never flowing,
The void is ever growing,
When we finally reached our peak,
And out-shined all the galaxies,
Supernova finally,
Stardust through infinity,
Time is never flowing,
The void is ever growing,
I was once a star,
And your were too,
Hopefully, we'll get home soon.
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5. |
Further
04:19
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I chased the sun today,
Came and stole you away,
None of my furthest arrows,
Could keep you from those shadows,
On the night you went away,
I felt caged in a way,
I threw up in the sink,
And poured another drink,
To stay the same,
I chased the sun today,
Came and stole you away,
None of my furthest arrows,
Could keep you from those shadows,
Like a statue in the room,
Flowers drenched in the gloom,
Entombed in you,
I chased the sun today,
Came and stole you away,
None of my furthest arrows,
Could keep you from those shadows,
I chased the sun today,
Came and stole you away,
None of my furthest arrows,
Could keep you from those shadows.
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High Hoax Springfield, Missouri
A D.I.Y. band started to document the artistic journey of creating a band.
Austin Baker:
Guitars & Vocals
Jake Stringer:
Drums
Sam Walker:
Bass
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