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Slip 2 The Crypt
02:56
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This is for my fucking team
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As the end draws closer separate from the moment
Watch the numbers on the clock as they're melting away
Hourglass shatters from all of your lazy habits and all your empty solutions whining with high frequency
Smile so chipped on this endless trip
Chills crawl up your body as you slip 2 the crypt
Got no use for words I know you'll never stand up
You'll just lay back in your comfort an arms length from your crutch
Given the chance to harness and create
Lethargy overcame and your body rots to waste
Regret spilling out your mouth making the ground slick
Chills crawling up your body as you slip to the crypt
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Unreal Form
02:34
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Wash away lifes dryness - deny all chance of drought
Fight to build a storm within and never let it die out
Complacency and numbness flooded out of your mind
Replenished by the waters of purpose, on your terms, by your drive
You can hear them praying - waiting for the rain
But nothing will be created for those who sit and wait
Overwhelming storm builds unreal form
Winds blow unmatched torque - enemies crushed by force
Eye of the storm looking deep within
Searching for the demon that is bound by skin
Answering the call, a flesh ripping scream
A new life is born by this desolate dream
I can't be held back mother fucker
Life is beating you down and making you quiet
Enchanted by a dry spell and this storm will fight it
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Fortified Realm
02:00
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Overthinking your image - always adjusting your name
Gave you no room to grow and no chance to relate
Now your struggling act is failing so fast and your fortified realm is sure to smash
Greed so high morals so low
Now we watch you fucking go
Onto where you think you'll grow
Stunted seeds are all you sew
Knowing the difference between growing and climbing
Connect the ends of living and dying
Working with others for a common goal
Makes life worth living in this fucking hell hole
Back track and face the facts. Your reasons are all self attached
My realm is filled with things I love - you just try to poach from them
The gates unlocked there's room for you but your attitude just won't do
I've welcomed you for the last time
You build up the walls for your tomb
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Dead Man's Hand
01:50
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The price you have to pay to even walk away
Locked and loaded you're on the the attack
I'll have to bite my tongue if I don't want to react
The pay off, the prize, the final score isn't worth my time its worth dirt (nothing more, man)
If I bite we both suffer, pay the price I choose - die by my hand
I don't want to be another hot headed motherfucker down that path
If I choose to bleed I choose to win
If your game is rage I'm not buying in
You take the seat not even knowing the odds
Fools gold for the winner, heckled by the gods
For this game is rigged in this life
The devil himself set every price
The second you sit you're now locked in and at his table nobody wins
You've never once been worth my time
Tread light you can cross a line
Take every chance man just for fun
Pull that card your life is done
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Driver 2000
02:58
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You finally stopped fucking talking I heard none of your words
I just watched your mouth flapping and you looked so absurd
Think you've always got advice for me that ill just blindly take
Think your guidance is a blessing? It makes my fucking brain ache
Project yourself on to me
To retrace lines you waited in
Your marks so easy to erase
Wearing your regrets on your face
Your life is soaked in contrition and now you're looking to me
Make the mirror reflection to put your mind at ease
My time is not yours to steal
Your regrets aren't mine to feel
Old ways get crushed down to dust
When every word you speak is stale and covered in rust
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