Norma Jean - O' God The Aftermath Album Lyrics

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Murderotica: An Avalanche In D Minor

When I die, open wide for this.
Throw your dice, take back.
Turn on us across-the-board winners.
Make your weapons.
Gaping tear, gaping terror.
Open eye, opening. Low pudding, low.
This was on your conscience. Brought down.
We're recklessly looking for the truth.
Yeah, we're looking for looking for the truce.
We'll tear this place apart.
There is hope for us yet hope is there
Is hope for us yet you found no love
Is hope for us yet hope is there
Is hope for us yet you found no concern
Is hope for us yet hope is God
Is hope for us yet there is no love.

 

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Vertebraille: Choke That Thief Called Dependance

You, like death never content
Starve the old and feed the new
It's all your fault
Yeah, it's all your fault
Worth it, not one time. Have I forgotten her
It's all your fault
Yeah, it's all your fault

I have been sold into slavery. Savory, wrong
I try to drown in my sorrow but the sorrow sorrow swims well.
It's all your fault. Your fault
Lust for complete nothing that lusts for more nothing.
Motion without meaning, meaning
Action without bullshit function.
Nothing will breed nothing.
It's all your fault. It's all
Why can't you brace yourself
And why can't you break your cell

 

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Bayonetwork: Vultures In Vivid Color

We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back
It came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives.
Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other
This is between me and this blade, and my heart. This is between
Eyes rolled back roll
Eyes rolled back look rolled back
Distributing rusty knives in these countless attractive letters
With a directional diagram of a guilty, a guilty heart.
"Insert knife here"

This is between me and this blade, and my heart. I'm lying here.
This is between me and this blade, and my eyes.

Lack of thought on this has attested catastrophic
Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart.
Introduced knife to your hearts
With our eyes rolled back.

 

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Dilemmachine: Coalition, Hoax

No one! We're all gone. We don't care, no one seems to care.
The mirror of our mouths endlessly yelling
May I have your attention, attention, attention
This is a quote from our new weapons,
"This fight is more important than your life."
No destruction. War's constructive. No!
The world waking, wearing. Leaving
No one left to concern a sound in darkness.
Second light, we will fight for the king. Desperation.
No! Destruction. Word's destructive.
Everyone stay calm, we're taking over this ship
With our lives, with our hearts, with our hands out
To this God forsaken town.

We will not know mercy.

 

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Coffinspire: Multitudes, Multitudes In The Valley Of Decision!

They rest on the coast and the tide is impending.
We pull at the motionless and static,
But the torrent has crowned their heads.
It fills their ears, it makes them ill. Well,
They do not struggle at all.
This will speak of the end, and will not prove through what God has set down.
Move on with the weapons of faith and love. Face God, never face another.
Synchronize your steps to the sound of gods.
This world has done too well. What it takes a revelation.
This is a shallow grave we're digging.
It's on the highest rise, we stood on its highest crest.
I'll set myself on fire.
Come on, watch me burn.

Poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men. Blinded,
Synchronize your steps to the sound of gods.
Taken all your steps to the sound of gods.
The harvester's mouth has not gone dry.

 

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Liarsenic: Creating A Universe Of Discourse

Run ever screaming bloody murder.
The daughters of question have been murdered, murdered, murdered.
Deception is charming. I don't censor life.
No, we don't think so. Don't think so. We don't think so.

These things will harm an eye and overthrew
These things we're sure, but they will stare down
These things will harmonize and overthrew
These things we're sure, but they will tear down
We are not the ones who carry on.
We are not the ones who finish out, tear down.
Liar, condescender, words born as bastards.
Our swords will rest and a course in miracles all hail
Killer hearts will rise where we've gone wrong, understanding love, the world.
We don't think so.
No, I don't think so. Don't think so. We don't think so.

 

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Disconnecktie: The Faithful Vampire

It's taken me 50,000 separate wrecks to get here and I've learned
I've learned absolutely nothing, as I'm standing here alone,
Upright, and motionless. And I'm drowning in her sea.
The rising and sinking of every consciousness I've ever known
Now detached and disconnected.

The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Endless hope and endless disappointments.

When I thought all I needed was just one breath to stay
Afloat, for me it was like...like the breath, the last breath, the
Last breath that I never wanted.
Any of this.

We never thought that this would
Capsize, but this isn't a boat, its a coffin!
And now I'm looking forward.
Into the sea...into the great sea.
So why begin with the age in mind

Cycles of heaven, 20 centuries gone by,
Twenty centuries go by, come home.

But the end is coming like a flood.
It's going to burn, a year for
Growing and the greatest amount of forgetting.

My sea is dying, but death is a doorway
And at the very root of me, we know this.

It's the greatest reminder.
What a cold world to live in,
What a sea to swim in

So why begin with the end in mind

 

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Absentimental: Street Clam

Curses of black halos.

Go, run your mouth,
Open mouth.
Run your open mouth.
Close your open mouth.
Sun blacks out, sky blacks out
Don't plan on sitting under the falling sky.
You're so pointless to fall.

Please believe what you see,
And what you hear, not what you love.
Caught by the dove, caught by the dog

Your names are indications in red blood
And I'm choking on my tongue.

 

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Charactarantula: Talking To You And The Intake Of Glass

I will speak careful formulations of defense, these wary methods.
Words with no echo, this is an unfair architecture,
And my fists surrender to life emotion.

Canceling each other's experience with the intimidating sound of our voices.
Truth is the method of defense.
Places rise out from our fiery blaze of words.
They make monuments and we make no progress.
We could build a mansion with our million dollar words.

Canceling each other's experience with the intimidating sound of our voices.
Truth is the method of defense.
Save us of our voices.
Truth is the method of defense.
Places rise out from our fiery blaze of words, our blurs of words.
We could build a mansion, our million dollar words.

Celebrate but what about the bride
Separate the widow from the bride.
In this part of my story I am the one who dies...
The only one.

 

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Pretendeavor: In Reference To A Sinking Ship

Oh my god, hand us down our ribbons,
You death defier you.
Far from fear, we are adrift, gone.

After the fallout, after a million miles.
Adrift is the reason for the rain and we're at the undertow.
So stop dancing around, in stories untold
The mind has conquered the whole heart, the whole life.
Sewing the insecure thread, reason.
I'll burn, what it takes to,
What it takes burn, what it takes drown.
We're going down with the ship. Worth the chef,
Worth the burn, what it takes to,
What it takes burn, what it takes drown.
We're going down with the ship.
I burned 41 hills for the lifeboat, academic ability
That exceeds the love of searching for the truth.

After the fallout, after a million miles.
Adrift is the reason for the rain.
Rain covering all except my head,
Covering all of me except my song.

 

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Scientifiction

[I. A Clot Of Tragedy]

Bring this entire crowd, bring this to its knees
Marching would slow our pace, swelling shades of mystery

We have the motive to breathe and to feed from the mouth of deceit

Bring this underground, bring this to its knees

Mutual fear will bring us peace, the raven builds its nest

We have the motive to breathe and to feed from the mouth of deceit

[II. A Swarm Of Dedication]

I'm haunted by the strength of human limitation.
We're all dead.

We have the motive to breathe and to feed from the mouth of disease

I'm sending you letters like I'm daring you to, in relation to you going astray.
What seemed like a lifetime spent riding on the wings of backwards devils.

It was like I had fled from a lion, only to meet a bear.
Cut off when I saw the unseen.
Sending me home, covered with dust and ashes.
Humiliation and insignificance.
Roll out the chariots, teeth of a bear, those fangs, a continual lash and spur onto dedication.
I will not be moved or shaken.
I will not be mislead.
Messenger follows messenger follows messenger follows......