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Bombs Away
02:27
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Ghost your writer
Bribe their sage
Retcon timeline
Innovate
Dig their trenches
Pave the way
Help the devils
Advocate
Draw those curtains
Pull the shade
Final order:
Bombs away
Hope you pray
Bombs away
Sold you that they love you
And sold you that you love them
So now you stick to it like glue
Hold the line, hold the value
So there's some more to sell you
I wonder what you think they'll do?
Hope you pray
Bombs away
Bombs away
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2. |
Piece of Bone
02:19
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A stack of bibles as you're swearing me in
Promise the truth now, go through the motions again
Tell you just where I been, live original sin
Is it flesh you want? Or a piece of bone?
Try to milk my heart but girl it's made of stone
A pack of bloodhounds drag you back to the kill
Oh could she tell you? Do you believe that she will?
Gonna die on that hill, 'cause he sold you some pills
Is it flesh you want? Or a piece of bone?
Try to milk my heart, you'll find it's make of stone
So you signed off on what they put us through
I never would - oh look I still made it too
You better pray to your god it never happens to you
A stack of bibles, go through the motions again
Promise the truth now as you're swearing me in
Tell you just where I been, live original sin
So it's flesh you want - oh, and a piece of bone!
You wanna break me down
You're not alone
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3. |
Middle of the Night
03:55
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I'm so middle of the night right now
Don't-si-do, keep 'em guessing
You're so middle of the road and how
Marry well, take my blessing
Oh you'll tell me how you really feel
But only under your breath
Felt some shadow on my neck just now
Ghosts of people, ghosts of places
You'd like to kill me but you don't know how
Name your number, count my paces
Oh you'll tell me how you really voted
But only under your breath
Round me up, push me over
Round me down you're going under
Round me up push me over
I'm so middle of the night right now
Don't-si-do, keep 'em guessing
You're so middle of the road and how
Marry well, take my blessing
Yeah you'll tell me how you really want it
But only under your breath
Round me up
Ride me down
Round me up
Felt some shadow on my neck just now
Ghosts of people, ghosts of places
You'd like to kill me but you don't know how
Name your number, count my paces
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4. |
I'll Never End
03:53
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Drag the airfield late at night
Ignore the trash, give up on life
Raid the airwaves every night
Pick up the trash, control your life
I'll never end, I'll never end
I'll never end, I'll never end
Dig the graveyard up all night
Destroy the past, forget your life
Rob the cemetery right
Rip off the past, make it your life
I'll never end, I'll never end
I'll never end, I'll never end
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5. |
Downward Thrust
02:28
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I sprang straight from your skull, fully formed
Shocked I could kill, I was just born
Burned down your palace walls, nevermore
In the eye of my own storm
When did you turn? And what were the terms? Now what can I learn?
You know I put down the gun, drew my sword
Called to fulfill what I'd sworn
Held you tight in my arms, pulled you toward
Your line has passed now I'm the lord
When did you turn? Well what were the terms? Now what can I learn?
I sprang straight from your skull, fully formed
Called to fulfill what I'd sworn
When did you turn? Yeah what were their terms? Well, what did we learn?
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6. |
Minotaur
02:57
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I hatched out of a bad seed, ate loam and clay and silt
All that blood in you's a bad tease
Can't raise a minotaur on milk
Can't raise a minotaur on milk
I hatched out of a bad seed, ate loam and clay and silt
All that blood in you's a bad tease
Can't raise a minotaur on milk
Can't raise a minotaur on milk
Dig down beneath the meadow, find a door of ancient stone
Leave behind those golden arrows
You'll walk my labyrinth alone
You'll walk my labyrinth alone
Passage low and hot and narrow, one way in and no way out
Sack of bones and meat and marrow
Here to feed the sacred cow
Here to feed the sacred cow
Tiger or the crocodile have none of my skill or style
Hardened by the years I spent below
Mortal prince you wannabe a hero to humanity
Leave the daughter of the gods alone
I hatched out of a bad seed, ate loam and clay and silt
All that blood in you's a bad tease
Can't raise a minotaur on milk
Can't raise a minotaur on milk
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7. |
Boom Bap
02:47
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The odds that make you pray before a fall
They just blow me away: come on!
Passed down from bitch to whelp, that godly call
Just can't control myself: come on!
What do you think you can tell me?
What do you think you can tell me?
The confidence you fake, your glassy jaw
That face is gonna break: come on!
Just showed me your real teeth, stretched your maw
Can't even chew your meat: come on!
What do you think you can tell me?
What do you think you can tell me?
Heard it was something turns out it's nothing
Do as you're bidden, as it was written
Yeah it was written by you
Presence unbidden, future's unwritten
Recite the litany of truth
The odds that make you pray before a fall
They just blow me away: come on!
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8. |
Bootgaze
04:39
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You ride the top of the fence - no decisions
It's been so long since we made revisions
Toil, toil and terror
Soiled family name, think I'll just kill the bearer
In times like these, the whole world just watching
In times like these, oh what are we watching
Scared to jump out the nest, no competition
We can't cut into your chest without incisions
Toil, toil and terror
Spoiled family name, you got to kill that bearer
In times like these, the whole world just watching
In times like these, oh what are you watching
You want some forgiveness, where's the contrition?
Call it lazy defense, more like intuition
Toil, toil and terror
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Holy Nitemare Eugene, Oregon
Rita - Vocal
Matt - Drums
Ivan - Guitar
Ben - Bass
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Eugene, OR
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HolyNitemareUSA@gmail.com
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IG: holynitemare
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