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In Static Tongue
02:40
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We let the mother lead us from the garden
The look of death in her eye
All life was over right before it started
We never we made it alive
I got a monkey and growing bigger
It's weighing down my back
All that I wanted was to paint a picture
The canvas is black
In static tongue we hold no lie
In static tongue we hold no lie
I wanna fall into your grand illusion
Love how you made your bed
We're gonna take it to the higher power
Figure without a head
A single system built with double standards
We teach the blind to see
By overwhelming them with contradiction
Until they seise to breath
In static tongue we hold no lie
In static tongue we hold no lie
The spit from your mouth is like cyanide
In static tongue we hold no lie
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Ghosts of Bedlam
03:06
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Some like to fly real high
You stay down low
Your skins turned inside out
And all life's a joke
Their great accomplishments devour time and space
While you're so bohemian and fashionably late
Vultures in dark suits waiting patiently
I can't shake these ghosts of Bedlam
They're always on the go
And you like to wait
cause there ain't no place to run in this
Occupied state
Facing the pendulum, their time wearing thin
While you hold the key to life beneath your blackened grin
The piper plays his song so beautifully
I can't shake these ghosts of Bedlam
The Devil smiles as if you want his life of sin
Those vultures only want to let you in
I can't shake these ghosts of Bedlam
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Two-headed dog, two headed dog
I’ve been working in the Kremlin
With a two-headed dog
Peace brought back, bought back
Relaxed be nyet brought back
Did you dry her out
Wind her out like jerky?
To me she’s healed to attack
Two-headed dog, two headed dog
I’ve been working in the Kremlin
With a two-headed dog
Children nailed to the cross
Pain does not look our hell
Certainly is not a spell
Sweet waste, oh well
Two-headed dog, two headed dog
I’ve been working in the Kremlin
With a two-headed dog
Winds quiet in the night
Her body just blows messiah
Sickening sweet sight from the left to the right
Is all right does not please my appetite
Two-headed dog, two headed dog
I’ve been working in the Kremlin
With a two-headed dog
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4. |
Crooked Lines
02:39
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Crooked lines when I try to get through to you
Crooked lines when I fight over the air with you
Learn to live in a 21st century zoo
Where crooked lines are the only thing in common with you
Through the eyes of a dead end looser
On a trip from another time
I search for life in a cold reaction
How can I walk on all of these crooked, all of these crooked lines
Crooked lines on an endless journey to nowhere
Sometimes the weight of the world becomes too much to bare
Try to run, only just to trip over you
There's crooked lines in everything you say and do
Who am I but a dead end loser
In my place on the firing line
Take my life in the latest fashion
Try to walk on all of your crooked lines
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Wicked World
02:57
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Look out my window, there’s nobody alive now
They’ve been led to the place beyond the Purgatory walls
They’re painted up with mud
Imitating life
Call on ye liquid savior
Show me the light
I watch this wicked world outside
Only hell will survive
Here’s to your fellow man covered in crimson sand
He’s burning bodies just to keep the faith alive
He’s painted up with mud
Covered with flies
Shower the dove with ashes
Bring it to life
I watch this wicked world outside
Only hell will survive
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Social Beast
02:02
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You live life like a time bomb
They love to watch explode
The social beast you rely on
Is reaching overload
He gonna, He gonna, He gonna BLOW YOUR MIND!
Come on and drink the kool-aid
Just like a strychnine
You're just another no name
How can you be so blind
He gonna, He gonna, He gonna BLOW YOUR MIND!
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The Benediction
03:34
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We bow our heads to the broken
Those who deceive and deny
Two headed clowns of devotion
We trust in you with our lives
We stand without purpose, for the benediction
So undeniably nervous from the medication
We only want to find our way
home
You tried to challenge the devil
With your hypnotic device
While all your misguided children
Are left to choke on the dice
We stand without purpose, for the benediction
So undeniably nervous from the medication
We only want to find our way
home
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A Brood of Vipers
Formed October 2012, A Brood of Vipers is an experimental garage rock band from Philadelphia. It was founded by Eric Bowr, formerly of The Strychnine Babies and Roger Segal, of Sorry and the Sinatras. With progressive arrangements of haunting organ and blues soaked proto-punk guitar tones, the music contains sonic elements ranging anywhere from The Crazy World of Arthur Brown to early Misfits. ... more
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