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Pendulum
03:49
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At dusk, the last light is pushed away
Your dominion is over for another day
So clasp your hands together, it is time to pray
The dark reveals and you are betrayed
You should have seen it coming
You took the house with the view
You should have heard the struggle
The day that we broke through
The lighthouse in the harbour
Still draws in a desperate few
So hold on
Hold on
Your hands run red
We followed the trail, and look where it lead
There’s a noose around your neck
A rope woven from buried regret
Your hands run red
And your prints are all over this fucking mess
Your hands run red
So don’t question the verdict that lands on your head
The sun will set, the tide will change
When the pendulum swings
This barren landscape will succumb to decay
When the pendulum swings
The sun will set, the tide will change
When the pendulum swings
A new will grow when the ashes remain
When the pendulum swings
The sun will set, the tide will change
When the pendulum swings
This barren landscape will succumb to decay
When the pendulum swings
The sun will set, the tide will change
When the pendulum swings
A new will grow when the ashes remain
When the pendulum swings
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Hung Tide
03:18
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I’ll be still, until I’m still no more
Staring past the faces of, of those you’ve met before
And I won’t scream, with my face against the floor
It’s little wonder I, I never see my kind no more
No one gets far
I can feel the slack but you won’t give me another yard
No one gets far from the abattoir
No one gets far
The sleepless drift, it’s pulling me apart
No one gets far from the abattoir
Abattoir beneath
I can see the other side
The ride is over but now I smile
The twisting rope, the fading light
Their tender grip will see me right
No one gets far
I can feel the slack but you won’t give me another yard
No one gets far from the abattoir
No one gets far
The sleepless drift, it’s pulling me apart
No one gets far from the abattoir
Abattoir beneath
No one gets far
I can feel the slack but you won’t give me another yard
No one gets far from the abattoir
Abattoir beneath
No one gets far
The sleepless drift, it’s pulling me apart
No one gets far from the abattoir
Abattoir beneath
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All Dogs, No Masters
03:42
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Cast aside by guiltless faces
Forced to bear the cost
They tamed your spirit
And set you free
Cast aside by guiltless faces
Forced to bear the cost
They tamed your spirit and set you free
The forsaken cannot be lost
We earned your trust so long ago
Now you’re out in the cold
Betrayed by the hand that leads
Still patiently waiting
Time after time, paid it no mind
The end begins, you’re so fucking thin
Won’t someone take you home?
Name the crimes
This is no way to live
And they are not ready to die
Whistleblower, you’re on the wrong side
Twist the dial, to twist the nature
Will it match my style, will it make me dangerous
Time and again
Ignoring the warning signs
Generation by generation
Turning a profit from your exploitation
All you need is love
But are we capable, are we man enough?
We earned your trust so long ago
And now you’re out in the cold
Betrayed by the hand that leads
Still waiting
We earned your trust so long ago
Now you’re out in the cold
Betrayed by the hand that leads
Still patiently waiting
Time after time, paid it no mind
The end begins, you’re so fucking thin
Won’t someone take you home?
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On The Wing
04:10
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They speak of history but I
I remember
Old hands, work done traditionally
But every one a child of late December
The innocence of youth,
Gathering dust behind the shell belt and boots
(Who’s under your control?)
You’re raising lives for slaughter
But when it’s time for them to die, it has to be you
There’s a shadow overhead
Somewhere an instinct screams to be believed
This fear is old
We want you to know that we
See it all
And I know that you feel shame
Your skin crawls but you will not be saved
We see it, we see it all
Laid low, by your hand
We’re baited for the fall
The graves you dig will bury you
We see it all
Concealed, contained in wire
You can’t disguise
This misery will be reflected harder
From the skies
The hand clutched around their broken wings
Smiling on to endless suffering
Crucified on bloodsoaked pine
Revenge is sweet
Justice, divine
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