1. |
God Complex
02:48
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You can't play me
You know life is a fucked up game
You can't see me
Fill your banks up with pocket change
I hate seeing
Every ounce of sweat on your brow
I won't release
Until I see the sweat turning red
Money talks
Enslaves, butchers, and bleeds
It's not complex
This God made up of our greed
Slave for what you need
In a world full of broken dreams
Scrape up what you can
For an ounce of this reality
No prayers for the meek
With social security beckoning
For every bit of your
Open and visible privacy
Money talks
Enslaves, butchers, and bleeds
It's not complex
This God made up of our greed
Money talks
Money talks
Money talks
Enslaves, butchers, and bleeds
It's not complex
This God made up of our greed
I'm no God
I'm a corporate penalty
Green and red
The colors our nation bleeds
Money talks
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2. |
Made of Stone
04:03
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The only way I know
To survive an unknown road
Is to mask the things that I've shown
and to be the man made of stone
We will not hesitate
To take your words away
I will not hesitate
To take your life away
In these days of cowards
The wrong are glory showered
In terms to make a good man bleed
They often play the victim falsely
We will not hesitate
To take freedom away
They will not hesitate
To take my will away
The era of the blind
These are darkened times
Obscure indifferences
Upon a picket fence
They protest in resistance
To all that's made us whole
And still they have the nerve
to burn the place they call home
So now I ask you
Can you see it too?
To strip indepenedence
From folks like me and you
We will not hesitate
To take freedom away
They will not hesitate
To take my will away
The era of the blind
These are darkened times
Obscure indifferences
Upon a picket fence
They protest in resistance
To all that's made us whole
And still they have the nerve
to burn the place they call home
To mask the things that I've shown
To be the man made of stone
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3. |
Waste
04:42
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Let me introduce myself
I am the one who looks out for all else
And even though it might seem false to you
My actions are what bleeds the truth
All I've done
and all I've been through
All this shit I did for you
A waste of time
A waste of effort
Go to Hell as I did for you
I am the one to take the fall
When all else fails and you've lost it all
But you can't see what I have done
And realize when there are none
All I've done
and all I've been through
All this shit I did for you
A waste of time
A waste of effort
Go to Hell as I did for you
A waste of time
A waste of effort
Go to Hell as I did for you, bitch
The people that you idolized
and still to me you demonize
Waste every second of my life
to be a creature in your eyes
Go to Hell
Go to Hell
Go to Hell
All I've done
and all I've been through
All this shit I did for you
A waste of time
A waste of effort
Go to Hell as I did for you
Go to Hell
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4. |
You Don't Know Jack
03:10
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Hell or high water, I will find you
You can't hide what I can find
Deep inside my twisted mind
I ponder with a twisted smile
They call me Ripper
Jack, that is
You have no concept
of what true terror is
I find the wicked
Released for profit
Opening new business
With other wounds that I rip
I find the sickened
Red lights for profit
In sinful ways they can't justify
They call my Ripper
Jack, that is
You have no concept
of what true terror is
You won't find me
As you hear the screams
These wretched whores
deserve what I give
Can't deny me
Yet you can't find me here
In the dreary streets of London
They call me Ripper
Jack, that is
You have no concept
of what true terror is
They call me Ripper
Jack, that is
You have no concept
of what true terror is
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5. |
Sinner
03:21
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Place your bets
and take a roll of these dice
it's a sinner's game tonight
Hold your glass and take the pill
Please the flesh
The sinner's thrill ignites
I walk a path that many tread
But I'm aware of the target on my head
From demons that I've manufactured
They all run beneath my skin
The drinks, the drugs, and I'm a bastard
I'm a sinner, I can't deny it
I'm a sinner, and I won't fight it
I'm a sinner, can't justify it
I'm a sinner, why don't you try it
Hot feet and a cold sweat
Dive down and hold my breath
I feel impending death
and I have no last bets
I keep my thrills inside
Until I start to fly
Hot lead and a cold sweat
I feel impending death
I walk a path that many tread
But I'm aware of the target on my head
From demons that I've manufactured
They all run beneath my skin
The drinks, the drugs, and I'm a bastard
I'm a sinner, I can't deny it
I'm a sinner, and I won't fight it
I'm a sinner, can't justify it
I'm a sinner, why don't you try it
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6. |
The Grey Matter
04:16
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They make a claim
That there's no on inside
They make a claim
That they just can't justify
So many lies
Pave the way for the injustice
Between the lines
They weave corrosive thread
It's not a matter of what you think
It's a matter in the grey
Conspiracies arise
It's in the grey matter
They take away
all the proof that lies behind
All the crime, all the guilt
Yet they despise
Committing patients to a padded room
(I hear it in my head)
For understanding all of these lies
It's not a matter of what you think
It's a matter in the grey
Conspiracies arise
It's in the grey matter
When will we learn to fight
about our civil rights?
When will we vilify
the arrogant and the sly?
I have no words to say
(or they'll take my life away)
A coffin silhouette
They were both shot in the head
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7. |
The Viscera Enigma
06:51
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Young men await the trial
A battered, war torn isle
No branch of peace today
How many will we slay?
The price of peace is blood
but why spill mine when it floods?
Every grain of sand it saturates
This is why I hate
Boats align with the tide
Waves of men now take the sand
Splashing waves
Upon the shore of young men's flesh
The blood and gore
Screams align the blackened sky
As bodies fall and bullets fly
Come now and take my hand
on a foreign land
Death's reach is outstretched
As they breathe their final breath
Upon the ridge they spray
MGs from Hell await
Shredding our brothers here
That only raises fear
Boats align with the tide
Waves of men now take the sand
Splashing waves
Upon the shore of young men's flesh
The blood and gore
A freight train straight to Hell
But in this book I tell my tale
No plan, just storm the beach
Not men, just bodies
This kid is still so young
Now he rots in the sun
Breed hate and kill their souls
The meddle of metal men
One day, the sun will rise
An image of blood red tides
Boats align with the tide
Waves of men now take the sand
Splashing waves
Upon the shore of young men's flesh
The blood and gore
Screams align the blackened sky
As bodies fall and bullets fly
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8. |
Torn Away
04:43
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Every time I look into your eyes
I see something pitiful
Every time I walk away
I remember all your lies
Feel the weight come down on you
Something about this place
Reminds me of all I hate about you
Hold me down
I'm falling from you now
Wanna see the terror
written on your face
Every time I think bout the pain
I wait til it bleeds you
Every time you turn away
I hope to watch you drown
Feel the weight come down on you
Something about this place
Reminds me of all I hate about you
Hold me down
I'm falling from you now
Wanna see the terror
written on your face
Torn away
There's nothing you can do or say
to keep me waiting for the Hell you've made
Hold me down
I'm falling from you now
Wanna see the terror
written on your face
Torn away
There's nothing you can do or say
to keep me waiting for the Hell you've made
Something about this place
Reminds me of all I hate about you
Hold me down
I'm falling from you now
Wanna see the terror
written on your face
Torn away
There's nothing you can do or say
to keep me waiting for the Hell you've made
Every time I look into your eyes
I see something pitiful
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Torn Away Flint, Michigan
From the mean streets of Flint, MI, the music scene veterans of Torn Away play melodic groove metal with intriguing lyrics,
hypnotic vocals, gripping leads, and dynamic rhythms.
Torn Away construct songs to connect on a personal level.
Featuring equal parts melody and aggression, the music will burrow deep into your brain and reverberate in your skull long after the audible energy has faded.
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