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Contempt As A Weapon
03:44
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I use contempt as a weapon/ To keep you at arm's length/ So you don't know
the Crumbling mess I am/ When I'm alone/
And out of my window / the world still turns/
When I opt to look/ only sorrow returns/ This is possession/ This is control/ This is violence/ This is home/ I dragged my feet /on the way to the Gallows/ A furrowed brow/ tired eyes/ An empty room/ cut up.
I use contempt as a weapon/ To keep you at arm's length/ So you don't know
the Crumbling mess I am/ When I'm alone/
And out of my window / the world still turns/
When I opt to look/ only sorrow returns/ This is possession/ This is control/ This is violence/ This is home/ I dragged my feet /on the way to the Gallows/ A furrowed brow/ tired eyes/ An empty room/ cut up.
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2. |
Come To Naught
03:24
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Come to Naught:
Two slit wrists hurt less than this
and with one motion the table is cleared.
Blood covers the ground makes the ink stamp all to real,
now there's nothing left
but paper.
Don't leave - I tried to stay -
Don't leave - I had to go -
Don't leave - I had to leave -
Don't leave me
Things I thought I would never have
were laid right in front of me and just as quick they disappear.
my head is light my throat it clenches and as usual I can't breathe
We see eye-to-eye
until the day we die.
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3. |
The Custom Of The Sea
02:20
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The Custom of the Sea
It's the custom of the sea
the one who draws the Short Straw is me
I'll do my duty and open a vein
no one can say that I disobeyed
I will be the savior
may my blood quench your thirst and my flesh keep you alive
a sacrifice that you would deny
to live another day to thrive
It's the custom of the sea
the sight of land is what escapes me
I'll do my duty take chance with this fate no one can say I left them this way. and i will meet this day
Though he slay me, yet I trust in him
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4. |
Four Penny Coffin
03:35
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Four Penny Coffin
No excuses
Doesn't suite the situation
Or the circumstance
No excuse no way out
No excuse can save now
You'll fit right in
With the rest of them
Through abhorrent royal
Through abhorrent royal
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5. |
Burial Hook
02:19
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Burial Hook
I can't give you what you want from me
there's nothing left inside
that person that you once knew
was Gone with the sunrise
you can keep resisting
but there's no use
you keep insisting
That it only hurts you
I need to be given up on
And then forgotten cold
I need to be abandoned here
Leave this story Untold
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6. |
The Funeral That Follows
03:39
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The Funeral that follows
It's just whispers in the wind
And I cannot feel
Purpose or fallacy
It's just whispers in the wind
That dwell on past mistakes
Hold my hand and help me find
An escape from my mind
If inside when I die
Will be a whisper in the wind
I won't go silently
You will see the suffer
And the funeral that follows
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Cut The Architect's Hand Richmond, Virginia
S.Greg Branch:
-Bass/ Vocals-
Tim Madison:
-Guitar/Vocals-
Bryan Conner:
-Drums/Vocals-
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from Richmond, Virginia
est:2002
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