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Voice of the anvil upon which you’re forged
I’ve taken a beating, I’ve lasted, endured
I’ve taken a stand, never faltered or failed
On my back I’m beaten, on my back you’re made
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The Donalds - Dirty Work
01:20
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You always expect more than you fucking deserve
For those that you tread on, who does your dirty work
Buried in a grave, lying in the dirt
I’m making God damn sure that you get there first
Buried in a grave, for all our sorry sakes
I’ll make God damn sure
that you get there first
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The Donalds - Pissed Off
00:59
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You, you’re so fuckin reasonable
And you, you think that you’re so palatable
You’re so palatable and you don’t get anywhere and
You try to censor your words, cherry pick, try not to sound like a dick
Piss off everyone cause you never try to honor yourself
Would it kill you to fucking commit?
Could you act like you really give a shit?
Pretend for an instant, that you have a shred of sincerity
Pissed off, I’m pissed off
Pissed off at you
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Your truth is a lie
I don’t need your wrong, I don’t need your right
Stuck in a rut for far too long
Finally dragged into the light
Shell shock
Keep your feed, we’re not hungry
Unglue eyes from the screen
Your truth is a lie
Begin again today
Stream of unconsciousness
Disrupt, interrupt
Disrupt, interrupt
Dragged into the light
I’m not accustomed to witnessing your pride
I’m not accustomed to your bullshit and jokes
I’m not willing to take it all in stride
You’re straight outta line and you fucking know
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Love Roses - Meta + Sin
02:40
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Knock your head back, swallow pills and listen to me
Black out lullaby, vomit up sweet nothings
Stumble into the light or stumble into the street
Follow my voice, come back to me
Meta sin
You're as pale as the horse that you rode on here
You're as cold and depraved as the things you fear
I wanna sit you down, I wanna testify
The devil dragged me to hell but it was paradise
That’s why... meta sin
Mirrors and old receipts show me what I really am
Chase drugs with alcohol, piss away my lifespan
It ain't pretty, keep your pity, I ain't the only man
Whose got that meta sin I know you god damn heathens demand
But that’s my... meta sin
Take your medicine
So good that it must be a sin
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I know why you cry
I see your teardrops, good for a laugh
I know why you sing
I hear your cracked voice, gonna burn out fast
i know why you scream
I feel your anger like a gentle breeze
I know why you crawl
I thank the asphalt for breaking your fall
And this ain't business, no, this is personal
There ain't no good ol' days, that's just delusional
And we dress in black 'cause we hope we're at your funeral
And i can't hold back, 'cause where's the fun in that?
No, this seemed suitable
I know what you're thinking
I know why you're drinking
And you know what i'm thinking
This ship is sinking down
I know why you cry
I know why you sing
I know bygones being bygones don't mean anything
I know why you scream
I know why you crawl
Don't know why you think that changes anything at all
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Love Roses Richmond, Virginia
punk hardcore rock and or roll from rva
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