Byzantine Lyrics
Byzantine Lyrics
"Hatfield Lyrics"
Bare Bones Lyrics
I hear someone calling me. Where they call from, I can see no light. Walk through fire! To me now!
Help I've been detained
By these mountains that so poorly raised me
Burned out huffing gasoline
The redneck that I'm supposed to be
Fuck that I'm stronger than my history
The pride is instilled in me
In
These West Virginia hills can't sedate me
Kill your family tree, this soil is diseased
My will is broken
The black lungs have swallowed me
Viva Villa! Long live the picket line in me <
You want a state with poverty
Remember 1882 because there is no excuse
Excuses are just tools of incompetence
Used to build monuments of nothingness
And those who specialized
Seldom achieve anything
Excuses are just tools of incompetence
Used to build monuments of nothingness
And those who specialized in the uses
Seldom achieve anything but excuses
I hear someone calling me. Where they call from, I can see no light. Walk through fire! To me now!
Help I've been detained
By these mountains that so poorly raised me
Burned out huffing gasoline
The redneck that I'm supposed to be
Fuck that I'm stronger than my history
The pride is instilled in me
In
Off Your Face Lyrics
Hate Pretend that I Adore you Hate What do you take me For you Cry-baby Sha
pesticide I hide Hate Pretend that I Adore you Hate What do you take me For you Cry-baby Sha
These West Virginia hills can't sedate me
Kill your family tree, this soil is diseased
My will is broken
The black lungs have swallowed me
Viva Villa! Long live the picket line in me <
Hurt Lyrics
Drop the ball, watch it fall far below Suck you in, hold your breath The undertow creeps in slow Ever
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You want a war you've got one Drop the ball, watch it fall far below Suck you in, hold your breath The undertow creeps in slow Ever
You want a state with poverty
Remember 1882 because there is no excuse
Excuses are just tools of incompetence
Used to build monuments of nothingness
And those who specialized
Word Made Flesh Lyrics
Suck my breast, I'm the word made flesh Ain't no rest for the word made flesh My lips are moving but
in the uses Suck my breast, I'm the word made flesh Ain't no rest for the word made flesh My lips are moving but
Seldom achieve anything
Excuses are just tools of incompetence
Used to build monuments of nothingness
And those who specialized in the uses
Seldom achieve anything but excuses