Founds total 12 songs
The Northern
He comes, he comes. Judge so severe. Seven trumpets speak. Oh they speak him near. . He comes, he comes. Judge so severe. Seven trumpets speak. Oh, they speak him near.
Sons Of Privillege
America blearing in my ears all day. America, I don't see the glory of your ways. The oldest money flows through a bloodline. We'll see if your empire stands the test of time.
Sons Of Privilege
America blearing in my ears all day. America, I don't see the glory of your ways. The oldest money flows through a bloodline. We'll see if your empire stands the test of time.
Old Crows
Old crows ride in the mouth of the beast. Sleep beneath its tongue, cradled by its teeth. We roam from shore to shore. From the open sky to the ocean floor.
No Rest
We greet each day with bloodshot eyes. The dirt of our labor still clingin' to our hands. Filled with our warped intentions. The tread of our shoes filled with foreign sands.
Midnight Regulations
I find myself concerned. For the coming men, these days. Evil are the minds. That push the divide. Forced to live a life. In fear that his future is on the wane.
Heading For The Sun
They are the nameless victims of a generation lost. Searching for somewhere to exist. Held captive by our mistakes. Weak and unable to resist. . Resentful minds have ruled too long.
Emerald Street
Pregnant teens on the Barton Street bus. Homeless people living off crust. and there's a beat-up town car - it's starting to rust. Hard soles are kicking up dust.
Burial
When will this winter end?. The snow's been falling for months. The town all dressed in white. And my skin is burning from the wind. . A cold sun in disguise.
Born And Raised
All blossoms die in the light of our new culture. Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered. Countless lessons lie in every fever dream. A million voices asking, what does it all mean?.
Boiled Frogs
a man sits at his desk. One year from retirement. And he's up for review. Not quite sure what to do. each passing year. The workload grows. . I'm always wishing.
Accept Crime
Everyone on the count of three: accept crime!. One-two-three!. Bethlehem to Galilee: accept crime. One-two-three!. . Between the sheets the voyeur watches you.
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