1. |
In My Head
03:00
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I’m drifting away
Without you to hold me here near
I can still remember
How it felt when you were here
You know I speak my mind
But I never seem to learn
The halo you placed on my head
Is the same one that I burned
You’re in my head
You’re in my head
Every night you’re in my bed
I wake up it’s just a dream
You’re in my head
You’re in my head
Every night I tell myself
To wake up it’s just a dream….
In my head
Another endless day
In another crowded place
Every time I turn around
I swear I see your face
I went around the world
To contemplate the truth
But there is nowhere I can go
To shake the thought of you
You’re in my head
You’re in my head
Every night you’re in my bed
I wake up it’s just a dream
You’re in my head
You’re in my head
Every night I tell myself
To wake up it’s just a dream….
In my head
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2. |
No More Pain
03:37
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It’s in the way you act
Says you’re over me
When you say those words
It’s just hypocrisy
Drive my truck to the store
I just can’t get over you
Little pieces
Of my memory
Clouding up and pouring down
Like London rain
You were there, you’re gone
Now there’s no more pain…no more pain
Chillin’ out on the couch
I can’t talk to you
Like the dirt on the floor
I am swept away
Clouding up and pouring down
Like London rain
You were there, you’re gone
Now there’s no more pain…no more pain
The end is near I can feel it
It’s been haunting me
Like a ghost you can’t see it
But you can set me free
Clouding up and pouring down
Like London rain
You were there, you’re gone
Now there’s no more pain…no more pain
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I can give you one more
I can give you one more
Reason to hate me
My love is a Pinto
We went out the other night
Wasn’t lookin’ for a fight
Then along comes this one
Lookin’ kinda young (and dumb)
She say, “Whatchoo lookin’ at bro?”
Hadn’t you ever seen before
I said nothing baby, to hurt you in any way
But, if you’d like (if you’d like)
I can give you one more
I can give you one more
Reason to hate me
My love is a Pinto
My love is a Pinto, baby
So we headed back to our place
Flick on the TV
Lotsa images comin’ at me,
That I just shouldn’t see
She scream, “Whatchoo watchin’ over there?
Actin’ like you just don’t care about me”
I saw nothing honey
To upset you in any way
But, if you’d like (if you’d like)
I can give you one more
I can give you one more
Reason to hate me
My love is a Pinto
My love is a Pinto, baby
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4. |
Swarm
04:17
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Am I awake? Am I asleep?
It’s getting hard to tell
My grasp on this reality
Is slipping into hell
Now they invade my sanity
My thoughts are not my own
I can see it’s vanity
It chills me to the bone
In the hive
I’m in the hive
In the hive
We’re in the hive
I feel electric energy
Like static in the air
I know they’re coming after me
I don’t know when or where
The midnight sky is cold and clear
The moon is full and bright
The swarm approaches silently
They’re coming into sight
In the hive
I’m in the hive
In the hive
We’re in the hive
I feel electric energy
Like static in the air
I know they’re coming after me
I don’t know when or where
In the hive
I’m in the hive
I’m in the hive
In the hive
We’re in the hive
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5. |
Churches (Remastered)
04:13
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When I was young
I thought…I knew everything
But I was wrong
When you showed…me your church
I swore…that I knew everything, everything
Was wrong
So wrong
Oh oh
When it rains in your heart
Will it tear you apart?
Can you show me the way?
To your church
When I was young
There was snow…on the ground
Outside…there was fire in the sky
But I knew…that everything
Was wrong
So wrong
Oh oh
When it rains in your heart
Will it tear you apart?
Can you show me the way?
To your church
When it rains in your heart
Will it tear you apart?
Can you show me the way?
To your church
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6. |
Dust
04:29
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All alone, buried in layers of anger and misery
That’s how I found myself rotten and dying for a century
You wove a tale wherein I was a criminal disaster
Time stopped and wounds that should heal are still bleeding out, and faster
I’m not sleeping; the nightmare is real, it is now
I’m still breathing; the question not “if,” only “how”
In dust was my prison
From dust I have risen
My wounded wings darken the sky
In dust I will find you
To dust I will grind you
And all who would live by your lie
High on a hill you are charming your rented friends and judging me
Talking in money and gloating with the righteousness of pedigree
Drunk to forget how you ruined us, you wallow in distractions
But you can’t escape from this memory, the violence of your actions
You’re not sleeping; it’s hard keeping demons at bay
You’re still breathing, but heavier each passing day
In dust was my prison
From dust I have risen
My wounded wings darken the sky
In dust I will find you
To dust I will grind you
And all who would live by your lie
Now you succumb to the darkness, the Karma you’re banishing
All that you knew, and you had in your fairy tale is vanishing
You made a choice, a decision with your hourglass to drop me; now
I’m at your door, in your head, and you’re powerless to stop me
We’re not sleeping; you freeze as we take to the skies
We’re still breathing, and I see the fear in your eyes
In dust was my prison
From dust I have risen
My wounded wings darken the sky
In dust I will find you
To dust I will grind you
And all who would live by your lie
In dust it is raining
Through dust I am feigning
A smile as you put up a fight
In dust you hear thunder
To dust torn asunder
Your memory fades into night
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Big Murder Atlanta, Georgia
It’s fair to assume a band named Big Murder is an angry gangsta death-metal rap group, with potential legal issues. Though
that last part may be partly true, the rest is much more complex. Big Murder is known for their hard-driving energy rock built with addictive riffs and melodies that are both refreshing and fun.
The band: Marcus (guitars/vox), Evan (drums) & Randy (bass/keys/vox)
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