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Digital Critic
04:29
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Wired to the world, a loaded gun in hand
Your profile image, is power you’ve never had
On the keys your king, in wired life you reign
And no credentials to speak of in your digital domain
Face reflecting pixels, you plan your next critique
And rape the powerful pen,
perfecting your technique
Senseless evaluation, of an artist’s heart
Where you’ll never get what you judge in their art
Your weak and crooked fingers tap out
a soulless beat
Searching for the letters of how you’re displeased
A broadband of signals gives power to words
Another digital critic feed on the feces they stir
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What If...
05:05
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What if your last breath was just what you said
And the last thought you had when the clock
strikes you dead
You cease to exist in body, mind, & soul
And the time that you spent on earth was just a show
What if found you couldn’t hear a sound
After all, you were right, your final home
is just the ground
And the love that you gave to family
and friends so dear
Was just a moment in a life of wasted years
Now all you see in your day is night
No worth, no joy, no peace of mind
And all your rags you left to heirs
Death won’t redeem those left in tears
What is you are right and this is all there is
So what if you died and your blood just turns to mist
But what if you’re wrong, and a new world awaits
And death lost its grip in life, beyond the grave.
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Late For an Early Grave
04:38
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I broke out of prison when I was seventeen
Lookin’ hard at the world, I was feelin’ mean
I tried to find the life I wanted out on the streets
The way I took wasn’t easy, in fact it was obscene
Ridin’ hard down the road for something
that’s just out of reach
I can’t tell what’s up ahead, and can’t return
from where I leave
I’m late for an early grave
I know that I can be saved
I’m late for an early grave
I’ll never fade away
I’m older now but lost as ever, still trying
to find that life
Around the bend I know it’s there, it’s just out of sight
By this time next year baby, I’ll be doin’ alright
It’s what I tell myself everyday, it’s the thing
that pulls me through the night
I take one step forward baby, feels like two steps back
But when I get to where I’m going ,
I’m never, ever gonna look back
I’m late for an early grave
I know that I can be saved
I’m late for an early grave
I’ll never fade away
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Fading Flower
06:14
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On the day when our father died
As close as we’ve been until the tears dried
That moment of grief made a change for good
Then time nursed the scar and covered our wounds
A bloodline we’ve shared with superficial care
As close as a call and sometimes a stones throw
We’ve passed through the years,
our time slipping near
With our love on hold to reap and sew this woe
In the days of our youth, never finding the truth
It was all about tomorrow,
now it feeds our common sorrow
As we fade into today and realize our mortal way
What seemed like forever, is now a fading flower
Mother, sisters, and brother,
how have we cared about the other
With no intention to hurt, reality brings disconcert
Bred in tradition of strife, will we ever speak life
And not doubt our love,
when self isn’t the one we’re thinking of
We never did what was said, only what was done
With no fault to be laid, and no blame to anyone
We can’t un-see or remover the wonders of our eyes
Or the works of our flesh, which haunts our minds.
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Thorn in the Flesh
05:28
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I’m running the race that’s set before me
And I’ve been a disgrace in the war that calls me
But if I didn’t bleed, back in the mud I’d be
A labor of love in this battle I’m sent
Where the dark would hang me if I lived in regret
So I carry on even if I fall
Brothers together, even when we crawl.
By nature’s desire, I’d plunk it to the wind
My jar of clay is treasure when I’ve nothing to give
Let my weakness be what makes me strong
Let this thorn keep me, hold my pride down low
Without it I’d reap what my flesh would sew
So brother carry on even if we fall
Even when we bleed, from the mud we crawl.
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Teacher
04:01
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Well, the dawn was coming
Heard him ringing on my bell.
He said, “My name's the teacher,
That is what I call myself”
And I have a lesson
That I must impart to you.
It's an old expression
But I must insist it's true.
Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun
No sense in sitting there, hating everyone
No man's an island and his castle isn't home,
The nest is full of nothing when the bird has flown
So I took a journey
Threw my world into the sea
With me went the teacher
Who found fun instead of me
Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
What I was looking for, got something on my mind
Then the teacher told me
It had been a lot of fun.
Thanked me for his ticket
And all that I had done
Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun
No sense in sitting there, hating everyone
No man's an island and his castle isn't home,
The nest is full of nothing when the bird has flown
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Love Song For the Dying
06:47
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Her image reflects and bares the pain inside
Of past mistakes and the dreams that died
Their judging eyes in the shelter she seeks
Won’t let her forget, her past is all they see
Riches for rags for a friendly embrace
A small thing to ask for a measure of faith
She humbles herself and takes a step of belief
But the sideway stares are all she perceives
A sigh of dread, head bowed in shame
Shakes the dust from her feet through the door where she came
Sculpted lines of time shows in her face
Of the days gone by as another hour fades
Turned away on hands and knees
Traditions of men choking out the need
They’re leaving tears to dry in the wind
And a scarlet letter for what she was…way back then
Back to the street, bereft shadow she cast
Where her chance seems better than the place she was last
Another empty night in a stranger’s embrace
Looking for peace in the love she gave
Still she cries out but no words are replying
And the words fall on deaf ears, like a love song for the dying
Turned away on hands and knees
Traditions of men choking out the need
They’re leaving tears to dry in the wind
And a scarlet letter for what she was…
Generations come and generations go
But only the love we give will be what lives on
The seeds that we plant today will grow in hearts beyond
So soon our rising sun will be settling at dawn
Remember how we once were brought low
Don’t forget the image in the mirror we saw
Our only desire, a compassionate face
A Man of no repute to absolve us with grace
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Never Surrender
04:02
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Alarm clock is ringin’, I can’t get out of bed
Too many bad thoughts in my head
Finally pull myself up and slip into my jeans
This ain’t what I want or what I need
It’s another day, I can’t get along
Play my guitar, it’s a new song
On the road to nowhere and another dead end sign
Got to keep my hopes and dreams alive
Got to find the road to somewhere,
don’t let it pass me by
Never surrender your mind
Thinkin’ hard about this song
but I can’t find the words
TV in the back’s getting’ on my nerves
Trying to feel mother wit, but all I feel is numb
Ain’t it so much fun when you’re on a bum
Can’t you see what I’m trying to do
Ain’t no hit song, that jive’s for you
On the road to nowhere and another dead end sign
Got to keep my hopes and dreams alive
Got to find the road to somewhere,
don’t let it pass me by
Never surrender your mind
Never surrender your mind
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Place of Skulls Knoxville, Tennessee
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Formed in early
2000, Place of Skulls carries the torch of the prior bands of Victor Griffin such as Death Row and Pentagram in the ever-burgeoning scene of doom metal.
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