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Stolen Desire
03:23
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Stolen Desire
Am I the only one who feels like a ghost
Forgotten past bleeds out itself into another host
So what becomes of us, I guess one day weʼll know. My friend we're on our own... so wake the fuck up
And tear it down, hear the sound.
Synthetic fears hold the crown.
Merciful reality
Is just a lullaby to help us sleep
I'd rather crack my teeth on the pearls of truth, than choke on the lies fed by silver spoons.
I'd rather see in a world on fire, than lay blind asleep
while we burn to our stolen desire.
Cultures lost, shrug em off Fall on faith to replace your unpleasant thoughts.
Real is less, and more is best Kill conscience and let hunger do the rest
I'd rather crack my teeth on the pearls of truth, than choke on the lies fed by silver spoons.
I'd rather see in a world on fire, than lay blind asleep while we burn to our stolen desire.
What is left? Are we the end?
What is left? Are we the end?
While pass privileges define our past, we lay to rest our hearts with broken glass
As time grinds our bones into sand we'll be remembered by the days that slipped our hands.
While pass privileges define our past, we lay to rest our hearts with broken glass
As time grinds our bones into sand we'll be remembered by the days that slipped our hands.
Iʼd rather crack my teeth than choke on the lies
Iʼd rather see the fire than lay blind asleep
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Tourniquets
04:20
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Tourniquets
Enjoy the break
Enjoy the show
Warm candle light mistaken from
Fires glow
Satiate the yearn
Medicate the hurt
Simple prayers and pills Tourniquets for souls
You can pretend youʼre all alone
Your disease is all your own Medicate your mind from the guilt
Train your heart to plead the fifth
Why rattle a cage made of gold
Your indifference is your methadone
You can keep your head down to the screen
Either way youʼre part of it all, youʼre part of history.
Cheer on the violence
At your convenience
No time for patience only Judgment for weakness Tuck in the hate
Ignore the burn Isolate reality Tourniquets for souls
You can pretend youʼre all alone
Your disease is all your own Medicate your mind from the guilt
Train your heart to plead the fifth
Why rattle a cage made of gold
Your indifference is your methadone
You can keep your head down to the screen
Either way youʼre part of it all, youʼre part of history.
Tourniquets for souls Tourniquets Tourniquets for souls Tourniquets Tourniquets for souls Tourniquets Tourniquets for souls Tourniquets Tourniquets
Release!
Why rattle a cage made of gold
Your indifference is your methadone
You can keep your head
down to the screen
Either way youʼre part of it all, youʼre part of history.
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Do As You're Sold
02:52
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Do As Youʼre Sold
Tip toe through the broken glass
We never knew we were under attack
Starving minds were never fed
Hypnotized by Golden bets God help us!
We love our stars
But we never look to the sky We trade our hearts for a beautiful lie
Watch your step on the broken ledge
We never saw the growing threat
Prophets made to lead the Frey
Get in line for your specious cage
No way out!
We love our stars
But we never look to the sky We trade our hearts for a beautiful lie
No need to hide when you have the perfect disguise Small steps go back and forth
Circle back to the starting line
What becomes of a faceless ghost
Tall tales lost in the dust Blind to your only home Mistakes made but never known
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4. |
3 Steps Back
04:10
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Three Steps Back
Something doesnʼt quite feel right
With every passing day seems we go back in time
In secret fields, crosses reignite
Ignored whistle blows as age old hatred grows
Two steps forward three steps back
Too late now, youʼre under attack
Will you fight or walk away Bow your head in your custom cage
Two steps forward three steps back
Too late now, weʼre under attack
Will we fight or walk away Ignore the cries of broken
dreams
I gotta scream!
To feel a thing! These primal cries! Show Iʼm alive!
Something doesnʼt quite seem right
Weʼre told who to blame to distract our common pain So whatʼs the price of being right?
The burden of truth will stay despite your divided game
Two steps forward three steps back
Too late now, youʼre under attack
Will you fight or walk away Bow your head in your custom cage
Two steps forward three
steps back
Too late now, weʼre under attack
Will we fight or walk away Ignore the cries of broken dreams
I gotta scream!
To feel a thing! These primal cries! Show Iʼm alive!
Are you alive! Are you alive! Are you alive! Are you alive!
Tick tock goes the clock just ignore the bell
Look away, turn away, anything to dispel
The waking hour has nothing to own
I digress,.....youʼll digress
Tick tock goes the clock just ignore the bell
Look away, turn away, anything to dispel
The waking hour has nothing to own
I digress,.....youʼll digress
I gotta scream! To feel a thing!
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5. |
Look Out!
03:14
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Look Out!
The task at hand my friend is eternal bliss
Dare bite the hand that feeds yeah donʼt resist
Join the common voice or join the Holy Ghost
Every mean has an end with a bit of force
I canʼt believe weʼre seeing the fucking day
We turned our backs to hope and walk away
Itʼs time to grab the mirror and see the truth
Itʼs time to grab the knife and cut the noose!
Religious task force will use their force!
Religious task force will use their force!
Religious task force will use their force!
Religious task force will use their force!
Godʼs crusade has come to play
Youʼre gonna learn to obey (Look out! Look out!)
If he wonʼt strike you down Holy men will bear the burden of his crown .
I canʼt believe weʼre seeing the fucking day
We turned our backs to hope and walk away
Itʼs time to grab the mirror and see the truth
Itʼs time to grab the knife and cut the noose!
Religious task force will use their force!
Religious task force will use their force!
Religious task force will use their force!
Religious task force will use their force!
Religious task force will use their force!
Religious task force will use their force!
Religious task force will use their force!
Religious task force will use their force!
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6. |
Golden Gods
03:18
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Golden Gods:
Beat the war drum to the sound of greed
Cycled rhythms on repeat As mad men feast on the cries of sorrow
Grows the hunger within!...ferno!
Get me out of this forsaken place
All our Golden Gods have wasted
On monsters theyʼve created Sharpened knives stuck inside our backs
No time for contemplation Keep walking on your concrete path!
Dreams were made to bury, no thinking
While they grow for the
taking
Complacent hands have been far too clean
The time has come to dig The time has come to dig
Get me out of this forsaken place
All our Golden Gods have wasted
On monsters theyʼve created Sharpened knives stuck inside our backs
No time for contemplation Keep walking on your concrete path!
Addicts and hypocrites (x12)
Chorus:
Get me out of this forsaken place
All our Golden Gods have wasted
On monsters theyʼve created Sharpest knives stuck inside our backs
No time for contemplation Keep walking on your concrete path!
Yeah your concrete path
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7. |
Bed of Snakes
04:33
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Bed Of Snakes
I canʼt breathe
I canʼt sleep
I canʼt eat a fuckin thing
I canʼt speak
Thereʼs no break
No room in a bed of snakes
Yeah theyʼll shed their skin for a glimpse of your bones While your head was down (your head was down) Turncoats only know what theyʼre told
Now your sold
Never mind the whistle blow the truthʼs been told
Defeated statistic
Another broken man
Loose change byproducts of an age old master plan Sisters and brothers
Embraced by tired hands Remembered only by meager photographs
So what now
What to do
Is this the end for me and you
Are you mad?
Are you ok?
Or just asleep in a bed of snakes
Yeah theyʼll shed their skin for a glimpse of your bones While your head was down your head was down Turncoats only know what theyʼre told
Now your sold
Never mind the whistle blow the truthʼs been told
Defeated statistic
Another broken man
Loose change byproducts of an age old master plan Sisters and brothers Embraced by tired hands Remembered only by meager photographs
The saints go marching in again
To wash away the sins Words of youth burned to the ground
Now we all see red
The saints go marching in again
To wash away the sins Words of youth burned to the ground
Now we all see red
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Our Escape Orlando, Florida
Our Escape is a punk/hardcore trio from Orlando, Florida. The band was founded in 2018 by members Mark Neville and Zach
Waite (both formerly of Yellow Day Union) and Brian Jett (Effit, 69 Fingers).
Our Escape released their self-titled debut album on October 10, 2019, published through Havoc Underground.
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