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The Hand of Glory
04:37
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You're the willing subject of gentle Morpheus
Lulled by a lullaby as sweet as Orpheus
There is no wake-up call, that was long ago
If you aren't awake by now no alarm can make it so
Is it the glove, is it the fist
You're gonna wear it if it fits
Every night the same story
You're caught up in the grip of the Hand of Glory
Rest in velvet darkness, the arms of Mother Nyx
Chewing on a lotus, wade across the River Styx
A Lethean fog in your labyrinthine mind
The world of men? Well you've left that far behind
Is it the glove, is it the fist
You're gonna wear it if it fits
Every night the same story
You're caught up in the grip of the Hand of Glory
The world outside, Is ugly, loud and strange
And you're so afraid, Of compromise or change
The world outside, Is full of fire and chants and screams
And you're trapped in a spell of cowardice and dreams
Is it the glove, is it the fist
You're gonna wear it if it fits
Every night the same story
You're caught up in the grip of the Hand of Glory
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Avalon
05:11
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Sullen moods and heavy sighs
Uncomfortably short goodbyes
I can see misunderstandings rolling through her mind
I look over and find her there
Angry eyes under raven hair
I can hear the accusations falling from her mouth
Avalon is the lonely one, and she feels right at home
Avalon is the quiet one, only talks in her sleep
Avalon is the strongest one, all leather and chrome
Avalon is the only one, who's eyes never weep, never sleep
Razor blades sliding through her skin
Separate the out from in
Sharpened words that sever ties, leave wounds that never heal
I look over and see here there
Sliding from her favorite chair
Laboring beneath the burden hanging from her arm
Avalon is the lonely one, and she feels right at home
Avalon is the quiet one, only talks in her sleep
Avalon is the strongest one, all leather and chrome
Avalon is the only one, who's eyes never weep, never sleep
Crowded into muffled rooms
Organs play required tunes
Shuffle past displays of anguish, moments full of tears
I look over and find her there
Sleepy eyes under raven hair
The ultimate accusation, quiet as her tomb
Avalon is the lonely one, and she feels right at home
Avalon is the quiet one, only talks in her sleep
Avalon is the strongest one, all leather and chrome
Avalon is the only one, who's eyes never weep, never sleep
Avalon is the lonely one, and she feels right at home
Avalon is the quiet one, only talks in her sleep
Avalon is the strongest one, all leather and chrome
Avalon is the only one, who's eyes never weep, never sleep
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Heat Seeker
06:01
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Something familiar sends me in to the way back when
I'm gonna go there again and again and again and again
And I yank my brain from the now into the then
In the echo chamber I go spinning again and again and again
Oh I'm a heat seeking meat machine
Steam driven Wilhelm scream
I gotta keep gotta keep gotta keep the contacts clean
'Cause I'm a heat seeking meat machine
If the road to hell is paved with bad examples
Well then is the road to heaven paved with bad intentions
Maybe, could be, but you know, I'm only guessing
And everyone you meet on that road is their own lesson
Oh I'm a heat seeking meat machine
Steam driven Wilhelm scream
I gotta keep gotta keep gotta keep the contacts clean
'Cause I'm a heat seeking meat machine
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, etc.
Something familiar has taken hold again
I'm on auto pilot driving home again
You wanna have a drink of two and ask me how I've been
Well just keep pouring because I never say when
Oh I'm a heat seeking meat machine
Steam driven Wilhelm scream
I gotta keep gotta keep gotta keep the contacts clean
'Cause I'm a heat seeking meat machine
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Let Blood Decide
06:03
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What more else can a poor father do but grieve
When death hides in the air that his children must breathe
What use is honor when the cowards want you dead
Well, all the blood that's on my hands will soon be on your head
There's no shelter in the sky
I'm going to let blood, let blood decide
I've been hollowed out inside
I'm going to let blood, let blood decide
Here's a smoking ruin where a proud city once stood
Here are all my kith and kin stacked up like firewood
The men with guns, it seems, must always have their say
Every single debate with them ends up in the same way
There's no shelter in the sky
I'm going to let blood, let blood decide
I've been hollowed out inside
I'm going to let blood, let blood decide
I buried my soul alongside of my family
And now the men in power, they must contend with me
With nothing left to lose, I am the greatest threat
You have a taste for death? Well, you've not seen nothing yet
There's no shelter in the sky
I'm going to let blood, let blood decide
There's nowhere that they can hide
I'm going to let blood, let blood decide
There's no shelter in the sky
I'm going to let blood, let blood decide
I've been hollowed out inside
I'm going to let blood, let blood decide, let blood decide
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Rifle Louisville, Kentucky
Rocking since 1996, Rifle is a fabulous rock and roll band from Louisville, Kentucky, where they enjoy playing and recording loud music. They also like fine dining, various visual artistic pursuits, and of course, bourbon. Also, going to parties with local friends like you. So, you know, if you’re having a party you should probably invite them. It’ll be fun. ... more
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