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Dislocations
04:21
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I’m not lost, just out of place
Reclusive, full of empty space
The wild hide among the tame, right or wrong we’re all fair game
Head deep in grief and apathy
One for every heart you’ve stolen
One for every vow you’ve broken
Another in despondent homage
Countless dislocations got me stranded on my mind
Now I leave despair behind
Said the visionary rendered blind
Treasures that I’ve sought in vain
Upon mirth,ill-gotten gain
What goods a noose without a neck?
Vessel crashed upon the shore
Once again survived the storm
Familiar are these troubled tides
Unknown are the reasons why
I’m not lost, just out of place
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Flight of the Vulture
03:27
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The air you breathe you will soon find deceiving
As it is fleeting, like flesh
Lead me from fields of decomposition
Lead me, for I’ve had my fill
A piece of me longs to be buried
A piece of me longs to take flight
Thus, the horror of existence
Feeling fine, fine, fine
Body, soul, and virtue is breached
Feasting on the lifeless insides
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The Let Down
03:31
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Where every street corner bends, in everyone you meet
You can feel the triumph of defeat
Swirling pool of greasy skin, pathogens in heat
I concede these trying miles to someone’s less traveled feet
Diseased. Overwhelmed and in retreat
Please, xannies, won’t you break out all the big guns
Get me back up on my feet
Parasitic Shangri-la, bio-ravaged youth
Budding lies evolve into the truth
Life here was always like a disappointing fuck
Out of time, out of focus, out of money, out of luck
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Shades of Black
03:55
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Silent pictures, a glass of red wine.
Our favorite nightmares running through our minds
With a whisper all my troubles fade into a womb of vertigo
Bending visions climb
Shall I see the world your way?
Shall I see the world that way?
Show your world to me, shades of black.
Aureoles nostalgic glow
Idol in baphomet pose
Bathing our thoughts in shades of black
Unclean emotions bleed colors so bleak
Synapses exploding as the moment reaches peak
Ghoulish disposition, I can’t resist your 1920s glow
Everything that’s mine is now yours to indulge
Carnal bliss, superstition
Receding into the depths where nightmares are made
We are gathering
All things un-illuminate
Join me in these vibrant depths
We are gathering
Shall I see the world your way?
Shall I see the world that way?
Show your world to me, shades of black.
Aureoles nostalgic glow
Idol in baphomet pose
Show your nature, show me everything, show me your pain.
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Relapse
02:49
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I got a million little hammers bangin’ in my head, day and night pounding away
Sleep is for the dead, not the un-alive yet the volume of the ruckus grows
So many reasons, nothing to show but this albatross
Denies me so
Lately I sleep with the TV on
Perhaps the lack of substance keeps me calm
I’m not scared of losing, I’m afraid that I won’t try
Locomotive on fire roaring through my brain, can’t find a single piece of mind
No destination, full speed ahead leaving everyone behind
The road to relapse, the road to home, my one true love
Deprives me so
Have you spent a lifetime in a haze?
The devil works in conspicuous ways
Feel your hands upon me, time to go….time to go.
I got a million little hammers bangin’ in my head, day and night pounding away
Sleep is for the dead, not the un-alive yet the volume of the ruckus grows
So many reasons, nothing to show. To my vice confined.
Defies me so
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Roulette Boogie
03:25
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Ballad of a law man shot dead, silhouette of a smoking gun.
Mark my headstone and hit the road.
Riding off in the sunset, only the grave can save me now.
Come what may, as the story goes.
This is a land without mercy, yet here we are retracing steps
What I call bondage some call free
Would you listen if these roads could speak?
Some live and die by the bullet, others as an endless game of chess.
In time it all becomes roulette. In time a weary mind forgets.
I count the days. Long days.
I count the days. Lonely days.
As gold shines it dulls regret.
Clutched tightly with two crimson hands.
Black horizons, stalking lions, what a beautiful world.
Where the devil makes his home is in the deeds I do.
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Toro Blanco Cleveland, Ohio
An American Rock and Roll band from the outskirts of Cleveland, Ohio.
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