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Keeper of Shadows
05:55
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All systems down
It’s out of control. It’s out of our hands
No keeper to take the toll
Tax the mind. Tax the soul
A tax to protect you from crime
Defender of truth. Untouched by time
Freedoms to the youth
Breaking away. Break loose
Take charge of our own fate
Flesh rips. Blood drips. Death grips
Nothing can save us from this
We stray. Decay
Casting salvation away
And now it seems
You can throw away your dreams
Just so you know
How all this hatred grows
Suspended in a dream
From everything we’ve seen
Screen savers fill my eyes
Everything has died
The acid wave comes down
Crushing vision and sound
I have landed. Take me home
Things you don’t want to know
Held by the keeper of shadows
Time withered memory
The storm of victory
Patches of blue sky
Veiled by uncertainty
Fixed and gray and dead
Is what she's whispering
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The Crippler
02:14
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You don’t want to play hate with me
It’s a game I always win
If you’re gonna claim enemy
You better never show your face again
Don’t come around out of conscience or need
Because Buddha’s on vacation
I don’t forget. I don’t forgive
Malice and vengeance are words that I live by
Too many times you crossed the line
When one time was too many
I was a fool for trusting you
But now I’m armed and ready
Too many times from trust been slain
My goodwill’s been devoured
I’ll even let you name the place
‘cause it’s your final hour
CHORUS:
The tension
The static
The sky is electric
The burning sensation
Of cracking your fucking skull
Give me something I can use
How about a dose of truth
Make it good so I believe
I know how good you can deceive
Play it cool and so smooth
Like you’ve got nothing to hide or lose
The surface is clean but underneath
You’re just like the others, one of the thieves
CHORUS
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Lack Luster
05:06
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Harboring resentment for so long
I forgot what it’s for
Harboring failure
Tired and over played
Swallowing this hand grenade
In full color
But so lack luster
It’s hard to be positive when
All of your failures
Put themselves out there
In front of your saviors
This is so old
Bitter and cold
In full color
But so lack luster
Harboring resentment for so long
I forgot what it’s for
Harboring failure
So tired of living in the same tortured life time
So tired of living inside of your disease
Can’t break the cycle. Can’t break the routine
Somebody kill me. Somebody please
What am I supposed to live up to?
Why am I letting you down again?
Can’t break the cycle. Can’t break the routine
Somebody kill me. Somebody please…
Failure x8
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Storm King Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
STORM KING
Est. 2006. PGH, PA.
Progressive death & thrashtastic doom-core.
Storm King recommends:
The Art Gospel of Aggravated Assault
by COMPLETE FAILURE
tags: metal suicidal brutal hardcore. brutal truth core crossover grind grindcore heavy misery index nasum punk Pittsburgh.
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Good old-fashioned steel town metal -- blending thrash, sludge and post-punk hardcore with death/grind vocals. New school meets old school mayhem.
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Steel City Sludge. Get miserable.
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