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A Line Of Scars
03:00
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change came and rang the doorbell
charged a brick wall as I ran to answer
fresh wound in a line of scars
a ground level sight to the stars
what a painful reminder
a not so subtle suggestion
that mind barred and eyes closed
are the key and the way to
black belt in the art of failure
ass kicked by a revolving door
guess it's gonna hurt
trying to change my ways,
when there's syringe full of fear
suddenly injected
straight into the spine
I was told to find another way
to get past the obstacles I have set
but in this room and on these meds
either dislocate a shoulder or
spend a lifetime in a straitjacket union
the party never starts without me
guess it's gonna hurt
trying to change my ways,
when there's syringe full of fear
suddenly injected
straight into the spine
with terrible certainty, comes painful reality
a realization of, a brooding premonition
I searched for a dying soul, but I could only find
spoiled flesh in a cage and rotten bones
Rotten Bones
Rotten Bones
guess it's gonna hurt
trying to change my ways,
when there's syringe full of fear
in my spine injected
I searched for my soul,
but I could only find
a statue of spoiled flesh,
held upright
fear injected rigid spine
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2. |
Last Mistake
04:03
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Can you hear it, the sound of the rebel
turn it off, and you feel nothing
Can’t stand him, the man on the mirror
My reflection just wont fade
In slow-motion, we crawl
Pain and anger, in store
I had you, around my finger
but you left me, in solitude
to the outside, I’m stone
Escape the daylight, remorse
Sometimes, when I’m all alone, I stand by the moon,
hoping my soul companion to take me home
Can you hear it, the sound of the rebel
turn it off, and you feel nothing
Cant stand him, the man on the mirror
My reflection just wont fade
Days just go by, so slow
They watch as I die, I’m torn
Sometimes, I feel I’m all alone, among these fools,
who try to be like me, and more...
I’ve seen it fall, I’ve seen it drown,
it happens there’s no way around
fight for more to lose it all,
I rise again to see me fall
You can’t save me, I control
Bits and pieces, of my broken soul
void surrounds me, pressure overload
life rejects me, lost my self control
I have crossed a borderline, accomplished nothing in my time,
passed the window, this lonely shadow needs a light.
I have passed the last line, caused damage with my rhymes,
crash the window, time to break out!
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3. |
Doombird
04:03
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Melody through the haze
Sound of wisdom,
Is it pass my... time?
Sing the final pray
It's the last one
Melody of my...life!
Can you see me?
Now I'm naked?
But on the outside
I’m just faking
I cannot take this anymore
Body is bruised, mind is torn
I'd like to pull this through
Even if it is my last move
I misbelieving, I’ve been forgiven
I'd like to be the one
Who catches all the stars
Face your demons
Close the loose ends
Make the doombird
Fly away
Can you see me?
Now I'm naked?
But on the outside
I’m just faking
I cannot take this anymore
Body is bruised, mind is torn
I'd like to pull this through
Even if it is my last move
I misbelieving, I’ve been forgiven
I'd like to be the one
Who catches all the stars
In time all things will decay
And everything, turns to gray
I cannot take this anymore
Body is bruised, mind is torn
I'd like to pull this through
Even if it is my last move
I misbelieving, I’ve been forgiven
I'd like to be the one
Who catches all the stars
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4. |
Financial Sacrifice
04:15
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When you crossed the line, did you look at the sign
Did you read what it said, stay off or be dead
It’s coming to get you
Screwed up big time, still dont know why
From high I fall, that I recall
He’s coming to fetch you
When reaching high, you can touch the sky,
No guarantees that you’re alive, after the dive
Waste your life, for the first time
When the reaper knocks on your door, you don’t exist any more
The machine you feed, rewards you in time
But when does your greed, becomes a crime
Got to have I all
Humanity, means nothing to thief
Who takes it all, from the poor
Let the losers fall
When reaching high, you can touch the sky,
No guarantees that you’re alive, after the dive
Waste your life, for the second time
When the reaper knocks on your door, you don’t exist any more
So fast you got so high, now go and say goodbye
Money that was your pride, has now gone to the sky
You never though you will, dwell in the pool of filth
No turning back this time, when you have sacrificed your life
When reaching high, you can touch the sky,
No guarantees that you’re alive, after the dive
Waste your life, for the last time
When the reaper knocks on your door, you don’t exist any more
you don’t exist any more, everything is gone
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Just gimme one good reason
Why I would tear down my prison
god poured her fire unto this wine
turned earthly liquor into a vintage divine
spirit tainted by the brothers in brew
stronger in numbers, the filthy few
Just gimme one good reason
Why I would tear down my prison
thoughts of crystal skies vanish in thick air
memories gone as they never were
true ordeal waits amidst first rays of dawn
bright morning in stench of death
I have become, my own worst nightmare
drunken bastard, destroyer of worlds
I, sever silver threads, in dozens
and swallow hearts and hope, by gallons
How do I wake up, as I know I’ve died?
Where’s my god, where’s my king
Where’s his prime?
I have become, my own worst nightmare
drunken bastard, destroyer of worlds
I, sever silver threads, in dozens
and swallow hearts and hope, by gallons
the one who captivates, gone
the one who consolidates, gone
the one who destroys, who wants to know?
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Coma Faction Helsinki, Finland
We are Coma Faction, a lite metal / heavy rock organization from Helsinki, Finland.
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