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Curse of the Devil
02:30
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Trapped on the earth, cursed since birth
No heaven awaits
Quest for my death, my only request
To end the cycle of hate
A spell on my name, religion to blame
One burned and 6 others hanged
Witch on the mountain avenges the past
Cast to me a mistress, with the
Blood of a virgin, the jaws of a wolf
On the night of Walpurlgis
The witches Sabbath turns man into wolf
Murderous beings lurk in the wood
Police search the hillside finding no clues
Out for blood, powerless to the moon
Teeth turn to fangs, nails turn to claws
Running and screaming, stalking its prey
Never ending hunger, it doesn't stop
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Day Witch
02:04
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Point your finger and place blame, with pointed anger you’ve taken aim
Take advantage of a situation, banish people of other nations
You’ll benefit, when you see fit, Concerned with maximum profit
The wealthy bitch, middle class strains, the workers pain, is financial gains
No one’s taking your job, stupid!
It was given the fuck away, so business owners can under-pay
Seen as enemies by void of thought, scape-goated, and distraught
Industry of exploitation, cast a cloud of devastation
Thoughts are spawn of ignorant hatred
No one’s taking your job, stupid!
Adverse views, on immigration, hate-filled news on every station, Migrant people who build the nation
Over-worked, and under paid, separated, and locked away
We survive, they are the prey
Told that they steal away, all the jobs no tax to pay,
Wish to call their judgement day, stupid!
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Couch Finder
02:29
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Screaming winds hearken a legend untold/ An ancient mage shuffling through the cold/Wiping the snow from his woolen cowl/Staff glowing in hand as he cries out/Searching powerful brew/Seeking sacred green/A couch to inhabit as winter looms/A place where he may sleep/Crushing cans of cheap beer/Discounted, for the wizard is here/Powerful staff with everlasting flame/To toke the sacred herb on windy days/Your couch is his home forevermore/Ancient tomes and weed crumbs line the floor/Learn the same magic he mastered/Discover his grimoire and recite his spells/
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Band Dad
02:58
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Band Dad! Smells like your dad, but his taste is better, a battle vest, instead of a sweater, His glory days are far behind him, at the bar getting food, is where you’ll find him
Beer gut on fleek, a few missing teeth, complete worship of Black Sabbath and Judas Priest
Much harsher tunes, then your dad ever liked, less Aerosmith, more Sacred Reich
A super party dude with a black flag tattoo, bared for life since 1982, Used to smoke drugs with Brockie after school, drink beer, wreck shit and drain the fuckin pool, Was in Youth Crew, before 2 parents had you, Remembers Tear down this wall and Headbangers ball, before metal was sold at the mall, horns in the air clutching a pbr tall, Shouting disco sucks at kids in the pit, missing work if he was to get hit, Swears he’s gettin too old for this shit, Starts swinging when he hears the 4 clicks
He’s like your dad, but way more rad, some of the best times you’ve ever had
Shredding with him, getting fucked up, end of the night, the gear gets packed up
Band Dad! Brings clothes/Books shows/Helps load
Band Dad! Is your ride/Brings you inside, when you’re too fucked up
Makes sure you’re straight, can always relate, still remembers Kent State, like it was yesterday, can stay out late, but works in the morn, only to mourn, getting real torn up!
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