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Fester Blatz
03:45
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Welcome (Welcome) To nothingness
Your focus is none but greed.
Materialistic. Pessimistic.
Blind pursuit of one goal.
As you chase the green demon,
Prepare to lose your way.
Finding soul inside plastic life.
Swallowed by the sands of time.
You should fear death!
(You should fear death)
Scoff at what I try to tell you,
Your end is not for me to judge.
I only pray you treasure what's left,
It will be worthless when it's done.
YEAH
Now. Spit it out.
Now. Spit it out.
Fight for nothing.
Plea to no one
Pray for yourself
Take whats left of
You and look back
Stand for something
Love your neighbour
Now start again
(x2)
OH.
Spit it out.
Spit it out.
Spit it out.
Spit. it. out.
Spit. it. out.
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2. |
Conflicted
03:23
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Thirst and famine for satisfaction,
But it's existence in this world is failure.
Failure.
I know your deeds, labour, endurance.
I see your face has dropped to the floor in blindness.
Blindness.
I see your spirit decaying as time flies,
Reckless, you ignore your reflection.
Holdfast to the toxic inside you.
Now break the skin of what controls you.
How can you find who you are?
When you've destroyed what's inside you? (You)
A victim to your own fate.
Conflicted in your own head again.
Your shot at life is what I've left behind me.
Your fornicating ways won't be there in hell.
Grace is surrounding you now must receive it.
Throw your hands up and surrender.
This forewarning is the path left before you.
Don't let the gallows climb up and overwhelm you.
How can you find who you are?
When you've destroyed what's inside you? (You)
A victim to your own fate.
Conflicted in your own head again.
Find yourself.
Find yourself.
Find yourself.
Find yourself.
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3. |
Bay Harbour
05:04
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Floating away into self pity,
Life burned, decayed.
The trance of selfish living.
Take a number, and plonk yourself down.
What is my life?
What is my life?
Savage and hunger,
living becomes remorse,
Finding a way this cage rattles on end.
Sleeping for years, compassion is hidden.
Dreaming of times, will grace ever appear?
Finding emptiness, flowing discontent.
Seeking gratitude, left with misery.
Finding emptiness, flowing discontent.
Seeking gratitude, left with misery.
Floating away into self pity,
Life burned, decayed.
The trance of selfish living.
Take a number, and plonk yourself down.
What is my life?
What is my life?
Savage and hunger,
living becomes remorse,
Finding a way this cage rattles on end.
Sleeping for years, compassion is hidden.
Dreaming of times, will grace ever appear?
If I laid down my life, would you commend me?
If I was porcelain, would you pick up the pieces?
Finding emptiness, flowing discontent.
Seeking gratitude, left with misery.
Finding emptiness, flowing discontent.
Seeking gratitude, left with misery.
If I laid down my life, would you commend me?
If I was porcelain, (If I was porcelain) would you pick up the pieces?
Would you?
Would you?
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Scars of intent searing in my head.
Wasting my time on this dead treasure chest.
Under the pressure my lips start to shake.
Splintered and grazed, apocalyptic suffering.
Under the pressure my lips start to shake.
Splintered and grazed, apocalyptic suffering.
My nails start to shatter, my palms forced to bleed.
The soil surrounding my tombstone of greed.
Digging slowly, the clay starts to seep.
Now see the frost take my feeling from me.
Finding nothing warming.
Slowly losing grip.
Heeding to these spirits.
Depart from this faith.
(x2)
It is written.
It is.
It is.
Written.
Forget consciousness.
Appeal to the masses.
Forget consciousness.
Appeal to the masses.
Now step up from the torment.
You must lift in suppression.
Now step up from the torment.
You must lift in suppression.
OH.
Undead!
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5. |
Eternal
03:44
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You are no idol (Idol)
Meaningless your place in this life,
You think you're a queen.
Infecting all with your disease.
Sinking into every life you touch.
And I won't bow, I will not hold you up.
A monument you claim to be.
You're so high and mighty.
I will not give in, I refuse to sink,
forget your wish, it won't last for
Eternity.
Eternity.
Eternity.
Idolatry is you and I will not follow.
I will not succumb for you are nothing.
Idolatry is you and I will not follow.
I will not succumb for you are nothing.
Fight for yourself, fight for the past,
Fight for the plagues with unending
(x4)
Last.
Eternity.
Eternity.
Eternity.
Eternity.
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Portraits Brisbane, Australia
Portraits is a Metalcore band based in Brisbane, Australia influenced by bands such as Miss May I, The Devil Wears Prada, and Killswitch Engage.
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