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Tuesday, 13 October 2020

Corrosion Of Conformity Tribute EP

Mine Are The Eyes Of God

Taught To Believe From The Onset, Of Heaven And Hell And Between
The Institution's Retribution - Damnation From On High
Living And Dying Together Never Did Nothing At All
Except For The Few Who Got Rich Off Of You And The Rest, They Were Herded Like Sheep

Mine Are The Eyes Of God And What I See Is Not What Was Meant To Be
Mine Are The Eyes Of God Mine Are The Eyes
Mine Are The Eyes Of God

Down The Road To Betrayal Of Values They Held To Be True
An Aberration, Deviation To Get To The Spirit Of Life
The Whole Goddamn World Is Riding On Words For Thousands Of Years
It's Just Like The West, To Think It Knows Best When Answers Are Subject To Change

They Took What Could Have Been And Turned It Upside Down
They Twisted All Things Seen What's Lost Must Now Be Found
I Got To See It Got To Believe It I Got To Be There I Got To See It Got To Believe It
Given The Power Of Reason Yet Throwing It All To The Wind
No Solution In Evolution - Only The Blood-Stained Glass
A Soul Full Of Lies In Contention, Begs Sacred Yet Worships Profane
Lose Sight Of The Fact That You're Where It's At Not The Stars, Not The Cross Nor The Moon

Clean My Wounds

I see the world through bloodshot eyes streets filled with blood from distant lies
The dogs of war never compromise no time for rearranging
Help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds He said he cannot heal that kind
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind He said it happens every time
That's how the story goes in the land of a 1000 no's
I'm all over you in time my mind is changing
Knock it down

Black on black gives me a heart attack and the silence makes it deadly
Some choose to kill with a simple will I've seen them fall fast and steady
Help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds He said he cannot heal that kind
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind He said it happens every time
Knock it down
That's how the story goes in the land of a 1000 no's
I'm all over you in time my mind is changing

Twist of fate won't give me a break and myself I'm slow and tired
I've got to rise with these bloodshot eyes but I keep falling when I'm higher
Help me Jesus help me clean my wounds He said he cannot heal that kind
Bleeding soul bitter mind He said it happens every time
Knock it down
That's how the story goes in the land of a 1000 no's
We are bleeding sins but our sins are always fading

The Snake Has No Head

Invalid at last smothers the working class
Nihilist to be turns the scrape into a gash
Walking tall and ignorant-this man is now a militant
Deceiving the prophets confession to release this endless aggression

One is the soul Amplified Suicide
Keeps the masses terrified
But there's nothing to kill nothing to kill
Nothing left unsaid because the snake has no head

But the body fills with greed and we spill when in need
And all the slaves are on probation growing fat in a comfortable nation
So the snake keeps on recruiting we one more royal shooting
Nothing left to lose so we create another wound

Fear of death is gain consuming the weak in shame
It's a power we can't see but it leaves ourselves to blame
Shameless mourn another day slithering sins fade away
But the snake is just a pawn and remains when we are gone

Man Or Ash

Far from reach how the serpents preach
Life is a sin when the shepherds are breeding
In the quiet place force the mind to erase
So the people can pray to the distant drummer

These are primitive times these are primitive times these are primitive times
No care no less divine surpass be it man or ash
Not Man Or Ash

Ashes cover the man which the decades demand
And paves the way for the sick and the dying
The devil hides his tail behind the virgin's veil
So the dead can dance to a distant drummer

Ashes fall like rain as the blind go insane
The shepherds fall to the feet of the martyr
Baptize with gasoline holy flame unholy scene
As the ashes rise to the distant drummer

The Luddite

Shadowed truth never tries to hide
An inconvenient pride builds abundant supplies
As the Puritan dies the attrition machine builds a new guillotine
And in the place of its birth breeds a new Nazarene
Grind down the iron gears plunge the pike, work, work

With extinct human skills nevermore can you choose
Now oppressor resistor you've got nothing to lose
With a noble existence forged through heart and through hand
This machine has burned down the ever providing man
Grind down the iron gears plunge the pike, work, work

A distant wind breeds fire burning tall preaching to the choir the lost retain control burn 'em down
Now hungry for oblivion what have the powerful become
Piles of flesh, greed and sin devoured by the teeth of angry laymen
Plunging the knife in this black industry
A humbled rebirth the green Earth now remains free
Grind down the iron gears plunge the pike, work, work
Grind down the iron gears plunge the pike, work, work
A distant wind breeds fire burning tall preaching to the choir the lost retain control
Collective reason by riot the oppressor cannot deny it technology burns when the Luddite returns

Psychic Vampire

From the pulpit the puppet's mouth is infested with suggestion.
A description unfitting, resonate and predigested.
A transaction of extraction, transference is here.
Stir the pot to see what you've got to appear.
Psychic vampire, paranoia down the wire.
Psychic vampire goodbye.

Adorn the queen oblivion, as a pawn your life in hawk.
Gilded road to emptiness, feel the chill of time's caress.
Psychic vampire, paranoia down the wire.
Psychic vampire, goodbye.

Your Tomorrow

Sacrifices must be made to the gods of war again
It's the grunt that pay the price and the profiteers who win.
Who brought this world of sorrow who stole your tomorrow?
Far from home brought by lies, fighting on you don't know why.
Death rains drones from on high, while rats get fat good soldiers die.

They'll greet you there with open arms, you know they'll welcome you with flowers.
Lies they tell to to ease their mind, all while serving darker powers.
Who brought this world of sorrow who stole your tomorrow?
Far from home brought by lies, fighting on you don't know why.
Death rains down from on high, while rats get fat good soldiers die.

The friend becomes the enemy, while a march to war begins again.
Politicians eye the polls, while the priests absolve their sins.
Who brought this world of sorrow who stole your tomorrow?

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