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The Guests
01:24
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[intrumental]
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Flesh and Bone
03:02
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Your legs will only get you so far
Night is only cover so long
(something's following you)
All my memories with the dead
(fears come alive tonight)
Oh god, help you, this is widespread
We're coming for you
Say goodbye or hope to god days are spared you
Fear under a watchful moon
Your heart lay dead inside of you
(never will it beat again)
Oh grab a hold of who you knew
(tear the flesh from the bone)
Oh god lookout no one will save you
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Last Day
03:03
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Make it clean or I can't fall asleep tonight
Take the blood and the guts and put them in moonlight
Be a shadow, you better lay low, listen to all you can
Make it clean, make it clean make it clean
Make it clean and I won't say a word tonight
With me to the end I'll bury it for life
Rank and file, kill your man, run 'til the break of day
Make it clean, make it clean, make it clean
Oh you’ve got nothing more to hide
All your days have passed you by
Oh you’ve seen all that you can
Just let your days fall at my hand
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4. |
Memory In You
01:01
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[instrumental]
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5. |
Dog Days
02:23
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Where did you run to?
My best friend I miss you
I wish the best for you
I want the days we had
Time spent on the back of day dreams
With you is all I want to be
I'll kill without you here
Take post and murder all who come near
Oh, old night can you tell me your name?
Look at this body
Remember you and me
I'll pet you over again
And wait for your heart mend
I'll kill without you here
Take post and murder all who come near
Oh, now you're gone from here
Nothing more to say
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6. |
A Lock for You
02:54
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To say my heart is not alive
Paints me dead in your eyes
How you are so quick
With your hatred and your wit
But oh it's getting awfully cold
Goodbye, goodbye I'm leaving you behind
Take your water and your faith
I haven't got the place
Blow cold wind blow
Throw me up so I let go
A taste of you in me
Ties us eternally
A cry to save, a cry no more
One last time I swore
But how you are so quick
With your hatred and your wit
But oh it's getting awfully cold
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7. |
Again and Again
00:44
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[Instrumental]
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8. |
Plead No More
03:23
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There's only so much I can take
There's only so much you will ignore
Will I let it end at your hand?
Or do I take the blade for me?
Do I want this at all?
Could this be the end?
I beg you throw my body into hell
I can't stand the sight of you
It makes me think of all the good you've done for me
And I don't want to be here anymore
Oh it's true, Yeah it's true
That I will stop any feelings I had for you
And I can't do this anymore
No I can't do this anymore
So hand me the blade
I'm going to do it myself
Hand me the blade I said
Oh hand me the blade
I'm going to do it myself
Hand me the blade before I make this your living hell
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Prisoner
03:24
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Stay behind lock doors tonight
The moon has a mind of it's own
Cradle swing, sleep, close your eyes
Ideas of you decay in my mind
Put the light back into my eyes
Try to bring me back to life
Prayers you give only leave me here
Alone with myself to fear
Whoa not here
Whoa my dear
I'm looking no further than...
Whoa not here
Whoa my dear
It tastes just like I feared...
Bring the night to a screaming stop
Hold me until I drop
Stay right here until the morning breaks
Forget all the sounds they make
Stop your looking at me now
Drag me until your body gives out
Throw me six feet into your dreams
I'll be here until you scream
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The Front Lines
03:51
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Take my hand
I'm not sure we survive this
Spare no one, spare not me
Take aim, fire at will
I'd do the same for you
Nothing short of a kill
Fear has no place here
Time void of peace
Death all around me
Dare I say monsters at my feet?
But no, this can't be
What's in front of me
A war against the dead
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11. |
Fields at Day Break
09:25
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Today's a new day for me
Going to walk right into the street
I won't be knocked down
Pitchfork tool and frow
I'll kill one at dawn
Please bring me to an empty calm
Oh but what happens to them now?
See I've got nothing to fear
A hollow mind holds nothing dear
Stitched love blows through the grave
A loose grip on everything
And I've stopped going day to day
Oh but what happens to them now?
See I've got nothing to fear
Drag your feet and come closer dear
I'll steady my aim and watch you from here
We've said our goodbyes and forgot about our lives
Oh but what happens to them now?
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Aaron Stoquert New York, New York
Mostly dark southern gothic tunes. Except for some indie-pop sprinkled in here and there.
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