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ROAD TO RUIN
VERSE 1:
If you look you can see the flame
Fire in the eyes of the slain
Their demon wings are flapping, boney jaws snap,
The roar of a stampede.
Now you smell the piss. How did it ever come to this?
You can feel your mother's breast. Take flight boy, it's time to get tested.
PRE-CHORUS:
This is the Road to Ruin!
This is the Road to Ruin!
This is the Road to Ruin!
Turn your lilly tail, what the fuck are you doin'?
This is the Road to Ruin!
This is the Road to Ruin!
You're on the Road to Ruin!
I may be a dick but I'm here for the screwin'.
CHORUS:
This evil man inflamed.
White teeth and a blood red cape.
Death dealing is a game.
You're the meal upon my plate.
VERSE 2:
Oh feet don't fail me now.
It's time for games, boy howdy.
In Hell we like to get naughty.
Don't fear your butt's about to get crowded.
These ain't the 7 seas.
That ain't no lime disease.
But I'm a booty pirate.
That shit's funny, AW keep quiet.
PRECHORUS 2:
This is the Road to Ruin!
This is the Road to Ruin!
This is the Road to Ruin!
A fine instrument in need of tunin'.
This is the Road to Ruin!
This is the Road to Ruin!
You're on the Road to Ruin!
You got that man-crease I'm about to put the glue in.
CHORUS:
This evil man inflamed.
White teeth and a blood red cape.
Death dealing is a game.
You're the meal upon my plate.
EXTENDED CHORUS:
No need for sacred cows.
I'm hungry, anyhow.
You got my stomach growlin'.
And this whole city will hear you howlin'.
Don't need to be confused.
No need to feel abused.
Don't need to know what to do.
I'm talkin' 'bout raping dudes.
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GRIMWOLF - Little Red
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AVE ROSE - The Rise
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"Rise"
If you try to find me
Among the broken glass
And rusted iron doorways
In tarnished gold and brass
Gently rotting timbers
Where fires once kept us warm
And walls stood strong around us
Now blown down by the storm
Hey my love
We will rise again
Stay my love
We will rise again
I ran into the forest
I slept upon your grave
I waited till the morning
As always I forgave
Hey my love
We shall rise again
Stay my love
We shall rise again
AVE ROSE © 2013 All rights reserved.
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Peace is a bullet laced with the graves of the elite. Weak minds speak otherwise but are always trampled in the wake of progress. Forever, they languish in defeat. It's time to fight fire with fire. Swimming upstream in the belly of the beast. Deceive. Destroy. What they conceive to complete. Panic is coming. Death is near. Thunderclouds forming shaking with fear. Good time are over. Now we suffer. I just want to make amends with the dead. I want to caress your sweet skin. I try to deafen the sound. Pressing broken bottles in my head. I just want to make amends with the dead. And caress this girl's sweet skin. We all have to go sooner or later. Swimming upstream in the belly of the beast. Deceive. Destroy. What they conceive to complete. Panic is coming. Death is near. Thunderclouds forming shaking with fear. Good time are over. Now we suffer. Ignite me. Ignite my soul. Make me feel alive. Together we explode. Show me fear. Show me love. Show me pain. Show me all I've lost....all we'll gain. Ignite me. Ignite my soul. It's a wonder I still feel anything at all. We're still here. We've lost everything now we have everything left to gain.
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BINARY FIELD - S6
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PROSTHETIC BURRITOS
INTRO:
(march of protesting mosquitoes chant)
Let's wrap up this bitch! And nuke it till it bursts!
Slam it in a blender and that'll quench your thirst!
Take out all the beans! Take out all the cheese!
Now all that's left is pounds of meat - So get down on your knees!
VERSE:
Art Bertik: Here's a wrench short of a baker's dozen!
Molly Daisy: When the cows are asleep and the bees are a'buzzin'!
A: Like ripples in a pond from the fog drip of a tree--
M: --that reached out its limbs and said "Come follow me!"
A: A mission to Mars to hit the Air button!
M: A dyslexic wooly mammoth is called a "Chop Mutton"
A: Corned beef on rye with some fat on the side!
M: The irony is such that I can still drive!
Chorus:
PROSTHETIC BURRITOS!
ARE MADE OF MOSQUITOES!
SYNTHETIC HOT CHEETOS!
Robotic doritos?
Deadboy: With meat-hooks and razors and a long jagged spork -
We shall never cease - we shan't ever freeze 'cause YOU are PrainBork
Chorus:
PROSTHETIC BURRITOS!
ARE MADE OF MOSQUITOES!
SYNTHETIC HOT CHEETOS!
Robotic doritos?
Bitch!
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SLIG - Abort Me
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Mustard! Donut!
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Email MIAMI FITNESS for a snapshot of the scripture from which the prayer or chant was read.
http://miamifitness.bandcamp.com
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