1. |
Lies of a Narcissist
03:48
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What have I done
What have I done
What an entanglement of romance
My hands are so damn dirty
But I will choose
The fruit of sin
And explain deceit
To my baby that once loved me
Oh
My narcissism has a glow
A glow
And It destroyed her damn world
I want to release
The truth of echos
Erase the calamity that I drew
I look at myself and I’m disgusted
Destroyed you
Now I’m through
Now I’m
Through
Now I’m
Through
Oh
My narcissism has a glow
A glow
And It destroyed her damn world
Oh so slow
I have been behaving badly
I’d be lying if it wasn’t a glow
My identity disturbance
Destroyed her so slow
Lies and lies and lies and lies continued with all the lies
Look at yourself you are the narcissist
Destroying your world
For your selfishness
What have I done to you
What have I
Done
Oh
My narcissism has a glow
A glow
And it destroyed her damn world so slow
I have been behaving badly
I’d be lying if it wasn’t a glow
My identity disturbance
Destroyed her so slow
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2. |
Creature Man
03:52
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Does it even matter
if we choose this fuckers fate
Is it our chance
Or just affliction to chase
But mother will you stop his ritualized threats
So we will only remember his faint silhouette
And not the claws from this deadbeat
Please keep the rhythm of your maternal heartbeat
What a farewell from this deadbeat
A creature that feels so complete
Without our God Damn heartbeat
God damn heartbeat
A memory of faint silhouette
Of a creature man with no regrets
A man who hibernates his heart
All year
Whoah oh oh
Stop the creature
He has the claws
Yeah
Whoah oh oh
Stop the
Creature
He has the claws
And I am the pater
Creature you chose an offbeat
But I’ll keep the rhythm of my paternal heartbeat
Heartbeat
Heartbeat
Heartbeat
Heartbeat
God damn heartbeat
A memory of a faint silhouette
Of a creature man with no regrets
A man who hibernates his heart
All year
Whoah oh oh
Stop the creature
He has the claws
Whoah oh oh
Stop the creature
He has the claws
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3. |
Unholy Gospel
04:10
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A quick brake to a smoking stop
Awake in a fright into the night
A weary state in sight coax siren light
Lionhearts don’t leave us now
In the wake of Shattered fame
In the mornin I’ll soak in the pain
She said
Our lovely idols
Are burnin in the street
From a sleepless dreaming priest
Our lonely idols
Won’t ever speak
Now our hero’s lay to sleep
A downhearted shake up
A pale horses mind made up
We lost our idols in that mess
Cheers to a sleepless dreaming priest at rest
The irony of gospel and grace
With hope for a better place
The irony of gospel and grace
With no hope
She said
Our lovely idols
Are burnin in the street
From a sleepless dreaming priest
Our lonely idols
Won’t ever speak
Now our hero’s lay to sleep
We won’t ever forget the way you saved us
Our hero gone
And now are free
Our heroes gone and now are free
Oh how I feel shame
Oh how I feel shame
Oh how I feel shame
Forever trusting you
When they burned up
Was that your fucking plan too
Our lovely idols
Are burnin in the street
From a sleepless dreaming priest
Our lonely idols
Won’t ever speak
Now our heroes lay to sleep
We won’t ever forget the way you saved us
Our hero’s gone
And now are free
Our heroes gone and now are free
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Dust Biters Chicago, Illinois
Not your mom's dad rock.
Nick Kinsley - Vox & Guitar
Nick Miller - Guitar
Thomas R. van Arsdale - Drums
Bryan Fonseca - Bass
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