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The sword and shield protect and heal
But this betrayal's got the best of me
Severed ties and bullshit lies
Face down in the mud with nothing to show for myself
So cut another tie and hide behind
Whatever gets you through the night
We carry specters in our sleep
We haul our crosses together
Wasted potential in each
It's always himself that the coward abandons first
After this, all other betrayals come easily
It's always himself that the coward abandons first
You fail me
So go on be a fucking coward
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If hope was a key it would break inside the lock
Forever frozen solid by a cold heart
Every line reads desperation
A suicide note filmed on location
Fatherless daughters and fractured dreams
Paid for in gasoline
A heart betrayed, a coward's made
I feel so fucking sick (These thoughts will bury me)
If hope was a key, it would break inside the lock
And keep me forever on my knees
Frozen solid by a cold fucking heart
Every morning sun
Is just another chance to fail
And every morning sun
Is just another chance to fail
Our bodies wither hopeless
Shapeshifters becoming corpses
A heart betrayed, a coward's made
I'm counting my curses and burying my faith
All that was important seeming to fade away
I've left an empty shell of what mattered most to me
If hope was key, it would break inside the lock
Forever on my knees
Frozen solid by a cold heart
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The Fool:The Empress
03:23
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You can't build a home on a shifting foundation
Self destructive, full of hatred forever
Digging my grave, a martyr betrayed
In a world that refuses to change
Mothers weep (Endless sleep)
Talk is cheap (Can't complete)
Losing is all I know
Mothers weep (Endless sleep)
Talk's still cheap
Fuck winning, losing is all I know
I put on my best shoes, just to walk on eggshells
While she uses my wallet
She doesn't walk on shit, when I'm sucking on her clit
And she's still using my wallet
Repelling ghosts from sickly hosts
Entire kingdoms of feces and vomit
Stillborn ideals from us confused youth
Testing our endurance in a marathon of twisted limbs
We've filled our hallways with blood, smoke and soured skin
The red or the blue pill, I'll swallow them both
And with the a bottle of the finest, hang from this rope
Push through the skin
I'll notch your belt
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The Arrow:The Tower
02:53
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How dare you call yourself a leader?
The promise your mouth spits read from a teleprompter
How dare you look us in the eyes and ask for support?
You live by a fucking lie
Debating, debating, but all the wrong issues
The rich get richer and the poor get diseased
Distractions employed by our captors
A freedom facade while we're all on our knees
Our savior isn't sure
(If our flesh is truly worth the work)
While we bow before our leaders
(As they feed us fucking dirt)
The rich get richer
(And the poor get diseased)
Distractions employed by our captors
A freedom facade while we're all on our knees.
Stand aside while we're crucified
A genocide that's been justified
Delusions of safety are kept alive
A country thriving on pesticide
Our savior isn't sure
If our flesh is truly worth the work
As we bow before our leaders
They feed us this fucking dirt
Bought and sold within childhood homes
Down payments on a future that can't exist
Cattle trained to walk on two legs
Swallowing lies from the crib to the grave
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Madra Allta California
Madra Allta is a Bay Area-based metallic hardcore band formed in 2013.
Madra Allta
is:
Jake Kavet - Vocals
Patrick McCully - Guitar
Matthew Spady - Guitar
Nick Pereira - Bass
Cory Moorefield - Drums
... more
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