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from Armored Saint - Nod To The Old School (2002)
Help me write these words down
I'll write a great song to die to Cause my days are numbered And it's certain that I'm gonna drag you I don't plan on going alone I need a friend like a typhoid mary We'll walk with a goose step With vigor and might that's scary There I go (down) And I'm lovin' it Dig way deep in Bid farewell to a world I can't live in I scratched the surface And found pride was paper thin I tried evil I wish it had more of and impact Cause faith ain't helping To rid the apes on my back After me come the flood |
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from Armored Saint - Revelation (2001)
Beat my bloody fist to a pulp
Then I'll switch hands Gotta prove that I'm a worthy man Privileged to be in god's domain A monumental task So listen obey and better never ask Good at making the call Bent over backwards Good at breaking the fall - repair me I mourn your blighted life Bent over backwards But on this we'll agree We hate people that we don't like Control, control - control issues Force fed until I hurt, regurgitate Indulgence is my mate Honest righteousness, public to be damned Throw in the towel and give the king a hand Can't control my choice A waver in the voice Gotta cut the ties that bind Can't get grounded |
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from Armored Saint - Revelation (2001)
Imagine every morbid thought
You've had throughout your life Becoming real in the eyes Every sucker with a weak mind You're invited to a place A sinister fearful haven Where a human sacrifice Is some stupid ass religion What the hell is wrong with the world Views are so distorted No regard for human life No law and order Darkness - sure can be a rude awakening No guest - has ever escaped the torturing Creepy feelings - coming over you Creepy feelings - lock 'em away in a room This is all created from Their wild imagination The difference between truth and false Depends on your fascination Creepy feelings - coming over you Protest - fools who will lead you into it |
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from Armored Saint - Nod To The Old School (2002)
Imagine every morbid thought
You've had throughout your life Becoming real in the eyes Every sucker with a weak mind You're invited to a place A sinister fearful haven Where a human sacrifice Is some stupid ass religion What the hell is wrong with the world Views are so distorted No regard for human life No law and order Darkness - sure can be a rude awakening No guest - has ever escaped the torturing Creepy feelings - coming over you Creepy feelings - lock 'em away in a room This is all created from Their wild imagination The difference between truth and false Depends on your fascination Creepy feelings - coming over you Protest - fools who will lead you into it |
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from Armored Saint - Revelation (2001)
Loathsome
Glum is commonplace Lonely Longing for a face Dwelling in the shadows There's a darker side still Once what was wide open Is closed and unfulfilled Acceptance A need that I can't understand Some uninvited guest Is whispering demands Damage Private and off the beaten track Bulwarked, so as not to get shellacked As I sit in solitary confinement Which I choose Bewildered and stumped By the many ways I lose Some uninvited guest is tugging at my hand Sap the energy and corrode the order of the day Pigeon feet touch the ground, mind is disarray |
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from Armored Saint - Revelation (2001)
Before all else, better get yourself armed yeah
Watch as they gravitate to your irresistable charm Yeah - irresistable, irresistable Who is going to guard the guards themselves If you always lay down in the name of help The paupers learn quick or fall to the side It's all me myself and I Who is going to guard the guards themselves When all you do is try to survive the pelts The paupers learn quick or fall to the side I live me myself, me myself and I Don't look to heaven, cause you think that Your due reward You think you do? In my hand is a chisel For the chip on my shoulder I can't afford no Spewing energy You say the sky cries along with me Passive aggressive man Trying to trade in human misery Let go of better wisdom |
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from Armored Saint - Nod To The Old School (2002)
Look out the window the sounds in the wind
You hear the siren again and again Screaming a whine deep in your mind Follow the sign and you'll soar Piercing shrill that keeps you awake You're the example he's ready to take Though it seems wild go for the ride A change has been made for you on the other side Another false alarm, another false alarm It won't do any harm, just another false alarm Deep in a sleep you're awoken again This time departure is scheduled at ten Not a bad deal this on'e for real And I can't let it go Piercing shrill that keeps you awake You're the example he's ready to take Laugh when you lose hung by the noose Anyway the fire still burns to the core Another false alarm, another false alarm Just another false alarm False alarm |
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from Armored Saint - Nod To The Old School (2002)
A chance a risk try my luck again
Well this could be my win I knew it was a lie knew it all the time But I got sucked in My crying for leaving was all misconceiving now where can I turn Without getting burned I dealt with it fought it without any help My fear is now gone Battled and conquered now I'mup front To sail through the dawn My crying for leaving was all misconceiving now where can I turn Without getting burned Ohh..it's a lesson well Learned yea! lesson well Learned yea! lesson well Learned yea! |
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from Armored Saint - Nod To The Old School (2002)
You're the youth bangers fight forever more
Raise your golden hammer bring it down like Thor Ooh the force is going to bring us victory No foe or rival will stop the energy It's a vital mistake To try to brawl with the brave The storm just breaks out in rage Oh then it's time to release the martyrs on your mind It's the march of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint Clench your fist a battle's on the way Shout the truth metal's here to claim the day Hear the crowd's mighty roar It verifies assurance that we won another war It's a vital mistake To try to brawl with the brave The storm just breaks out in rage Oh then it's time to release the martyrs on your mind It's the march of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint It's a vital mistake To try to brawl with the brave The storm just breaks out in rage Oh then it's time to release the martyrs on your mind March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint |
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from Armored Saint - Revelation (2001)
[Bonus track on limited edition double-cd]
El Diablo sale Por mis chingaderas Locuras en me suenos Los cadaberes toman cida por gusto Entra en la mente Salve me Perdida esta mi alma Porque me quiren enchufar Y saben que voy a chocar Solo la mente Le gusta mis chingaderas Si te quires Vas a parar Me Ilaman, voy a parar Cuando estoy volando Hoygo voces, voces muy confusas Porque me quiren enchufar Y saben que voy a chocar No me des tus puterias No me des tus mentiras No me des tus puterias No me digas, no me digas No me deja empas Quiero mas y mas y mas y mas |
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from Armored Saint - Nod To The Old School (2002)
Hold on to that vision
There'll always be some friction in your life But you gotta keep your head high and beat the odds with a sigh my friend, Keep pushin to the plateau Find gold at the end of the rainbow, begin Feel the sweet sensation suddenly you've taken charge of your life no one can surpass Feelinggood, you're on the road at last yes you're made of armor and saints will conquer and you ask what this thing could be just jump on the road and follow me I knew that one day I would reach you and show you lives worth living for sometimes you'll go through hell first but at the end you'll be at heaven's door Do you realize your on the way To an everlastingday don't turn your head on the ones who placed your crown or soon you'll find yourself going down!! |
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from Armored Saint - Revelation (2001)
That's when I hit pay dirt
Sink or swim I'm jumpin' in Huddled masses cling together But the herd gets thin Self assured With those fighting words Your so-called figure of speech Won't be hard I'll never lose my shirt Someday I'll hit pay pirt I'd rather die of thirst Fast-moving fast-ducking fast Running fast from the blast I'm here to carry my weigth Murder will out the ingrates No tampering with the soul I'm sidestepping your phony idols That's when I'll hit pay dirt |
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from Armored Saint - Nod To The Old School (2002)
Damage to my head, peace stays in the bed
Making love the only thing we can do Otherwise in our lives, all we do is fight Never stop enough to call a truce The only time that you find satisfaction is in our physical play You love me in the course of the evening but so bitter in the day Think you'd wipe the smudge, but just carry on the grudge Nothing gets forgiven from you Soon I'll lose the cure, and you'll thirst so much more Somebody fresh I wonder who Now I think it's time for me to walk straight out the door And leave you here But my pride hurts too much for that you Wouldn't even shed a tear Got to pack my bags, and leave behind the past Living with you was worse than hell Still I feel blue, and I wonder do you With the look on your face you could never tell Never thought I'd wish somebody death or I'd feel so much hate Hopefully you'll get what you deserve and be stricken by fate I hope that you, you get what you want That's right Ahhrrrghh!!! |
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from Armored Saint - Nod To The Old School (2002)
The cynical view that has been taken Is blowing my mind I can't seem to piece it all together I guess it takes time to unwind To let the dust settle And let cooler heads prevail Each and every day I rise From the ashes I've left behind To start anew push through They say it's not meant to be Well I'm parting the sea Got to let go Move on from a tainted past I'll never know Fall out from a tainted past The selfish greedy world we live in Is making me mad It's always give me every marble Then kiss my ass Each and every day I rise From the ashes I've left behind To start anew push through If you go for the green You'll soon see what I mean Got to let go Move on from a tainted past I'll never know Fall out from a tainted past Tainted past Why should anyone finish last Tainted past You needn't be a saint All you need is lots of cash Why did it end this way I'll never understand Why my world is grey When you combine heartache With misery Sets up a challenge For destiny Each and every day I rise From the ashes I've
left behind To start anew push through They say it's not meant to be Well I'm parting the sea Got to let go Move on from a tainted past I'll never know Fall out from a tainted past |
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from Armored Saint - Revelation (2001)
Brass hat, CEO
Only appears for a cameo The camp is so clean And it keeps raining green The scent is strong But yet something's wrong Everything is too much right Tension, need tension God forsaken Godawful place The falling house of cards That I love to embrace I'm saving face Four star everything's comped We steer the peddlers clear Lessons in decorum given out First class, top notch, no fear Announcing every heroic feat Large praise and make it quick Good as it is it's never great This health is making me sick Wrapped up the report is done The addle brained just can't get enough The scent is strong but yet something is wrong Everything just ain't right This house of cards is erasing my face |
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from Armored Saint - Revelation (2001)
Dressed in a shroud
Preparing the stand-off A meeting of the minds must be understood Benevolent grin couldn't be kinder The ceremony guest is unveiling his hood Draining power straight from the pillar A grisly affection no one denies The darker the room The warmer the climate For an unsuspected thrill homicide Openmindedness You're old enough - to know Narrowmindedness Lethargic is thought Your brain slowly rots Lust for the taste, no time to waste It gives me, it gives strength It gives strength over you (yes i do) Waited the day That i'd be discovered Oblivious fools take the longest time Endless travels Through laws of nature Opening boxes, oh what a find Maximum pain with minimal pleasure Strive for the things that you never can have Chasing a dream that seems so appealing Only to awaken on the wrong path Begging to be the servants pet Breaking free from the horde of norm Futile transition, plenty of residue The cheerful flesh is rolled into form |
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When the final bell is rung
And the game's declared over We speak the words goodbye And I know it's forever An empty pit inside my chest Was more than a small clue No you'll never see me again Something I gotta get used to But you left much behind Some peace and vital signs Food for a busy mind And souvenirs to hold tight Just a passenger on your jetliner Crashing to the ground But the impact doesn't make a sound Well a lesson to be learned From your departure Funny thing but when you went away I lost part of my cure And now I'm searching hard Underneath every card Hoping with best regards You'll bail me out of this dream state Oh but what I feel Unfortunately is real Feeling the sting of pain Not a damn thing can erase the stain |
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