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Drive
03:34
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Running down the white line
Slide on down the black ice
And a fork in the road
Like a tongue telling lies
Just drop me at the sidewalk
All roads must divide
In the garden of Hell
Thinking maybe Heaven could have been
A place by the sea
Don`t look my way
Don`t call my name
Just drive
Lizard king sing me to sleep
Waiting for a kingdom that never comes
With words unsaid and deeds undone
Crawling through the minefield of the mind
And I`m left to wither on the vine
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Nothing Left For Love
03:01
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If I raise holy hell
Could I be more than dust
On your lense, more than a spill of black
On your perfect white sheet
Lay me down in the street
Where I hear the doves meet to bathe in soil
So willingly
And I will cheer them on
Poison me
Shoot me
Break me down
I will come back for more
Though honestly
I have nothing left for love
And these dreams that spill out of my head
Drip from my tongue and crawl up my throat
Until I vomit them out on the page
Or in a song
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3. |
Doom Profits
03:48
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Watering flowers in the bowels of Hell
With painted tears
Smokestack serpents coil around us
Can`t see the forrest for the fire
And the waves come crashing through
Burning hands applaud the wreckage on
Suffer little children
Sell your fear for doom profits
I hear the march of angels
I hear the sirens cry
If we fall
Like Christ we`ll surely rise
We`ll wear our sin on our brow
And our shadow on the wall
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Fear & Faith
02:55
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Who will love you when you come undone
Who will shield you from the stones
Who will raise you up when you`re on the ground
Feeling like kingdom never comes
Strum, buzz and hum
In fear and faith
Strum, buzz and hum
Come beauty or terror
The fair and the feral
The gaping grave
Unknown eclipses
And the den of snakes
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5. |
Heartquake
02:35
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A shakey kiss
From trembling lips
Earthbeat
Heartquake
Skin crawls
Fingers quiver
Tongues slip
Tendrils slither
Tracing scars
Unwrap the heart
Muted howls
Nervous touch
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6. |
Fallout
03:02
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And I lay in the fallout
They say
"Love don`t last and love is cruel"
Throw hope to hell and hang like a fool
Strap me in your electric chair
Waiting for lightning to strike
It`s just like...
Every second feeling holy
Hope my time in Heaven never ends
Fall
Head over heels and out
It`s just like...
Heaven come crashing down
I`m building a cross
To hang and to carry
And the shadow I cast
Is the shape of my shame
Nailed to the cross
Give me more, more , more
It`s just like...
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Body & Blood
05:13
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Let`s go down to the river
Let`s weave our hands together
Wash the sin off your soul
In a hazy shade of summers end
You light your candle with the fires of Hell
I`ve prayed for everyone and no one
For everything and nothing at all
And I remember you in your bed
Black waves on crimson red
And the cloven halo round our heads
Give me body and blood
Heart and soul
Give me body and blood
I`m bought and sold for you
And yes we both believe in redemption
Yet a debt must still be paid
A pound of flesh, the teeth and eyes
Yet no amount can anesthetize
A wound upon a thing so holy
Put a gun full of love to my head
Pull the trigger, leave me for dead
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BRIDES Norway
BRIDES is a 21st century neo-expressionist rock n roll group fronted by Adrian Borgia. With a smirk and a wink to the Lizard
Kings of yore, this fine establishment delivers black leather fuzz galore as well as perfectly acceptable pop ballads.
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