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Hooves, Horns, Eyes
06:20
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There's a place that I often
Go and die beside the water
Plant my feet in the rocks
And time how long to the bottom
I grew a pair of hooves and feral eyes
A snake white tongue and a bleeding lie
A dead man wishin' they could be with you
I grew a pair of horns unsettled eyes
I speak in tongues with the devil's lie
A dead man wishin' they could be with you
There's a face that I often go and hide behind in mortem
Plant my feet in the rot
And file my teeth to the bone
I grew a pair of hooves and feral eyes
A snake white tongue and a bleeding lie
A dead man wishin' they could be with you
I grew a pair of horns unsettled eyes
I speak in tongues with the devil's lie
A dead man wishin' they could be with you
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Flowers In The Valley
04:23
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Command The Seeds
04:07
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Inner Dark Devouring
05:49
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I pray for the masses - they're blind for distraction
Leaders lie and corporations fund wars
They'll send you down to war
A million graves dug by religion
The government controls The Systematic Death of Freedom
It's time to REVOLT.
I fret for the children - 'cause fear is the new religion
The media is the gospel for all
Obey your Television
A million graves dug by religion
The government controls The Systematic Death of Freedom
It's time to REVOLT.
Blood from all the lower classes
Warpaint covers the soil in ashes
For making waves
Sell you dreams in advertising
Ready to be sold the writing on the wall
I'm afraid there's no solution - we're primed for destruction
But we can die with both hands untied
Destroy your Television
A million graves dug by religion
The government controls The Systematic Death of Freedom
Millions led by mass collusion
The Government-Controlled-Systematic-Death-of-Freedom
It's time to REVOLT.
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The Dead Generation
05:57
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Drowning deep in the water that floods my face
Searching for my breathe - but I can't save it anyway
Hanging dead from a rope wound around my neck
Filthy blood in the water runs down my leg
Burning heat of the crosses licks my face
Searching for my name but I can't say it anyway
Buried deep in the earth, bound around my legs
Filthy blood in the water runs down my hands
And if I fall below or if I float
And if I swallow the poison or if I choke
I'm dead in the water - drag the lake
Dead in the water - drag the lake
As I'm drawn and quartered my bones may break
But crucifixion is not enough to break my faith
That all these wounds will be cautered off - I'm home free
Filthy blood in the water runs in my veins
And if I fall below and if I don't
And if I swallow the blood or if I choke
I'm dead in the water - drag the lake
Dead in the water
Drag the lake
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Kegan DeBoheme QLD, Australia
Referred to as "possessed by the dark, unapologetic ghosts of the deep South" (Pinboard, 2011), Kegan DeBoheme has been likened to the prominent rock singers of both the 70's and the 90's.
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