1. |
Holy Spirit (Communion)
02:35
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I've got a fire over me
And you can't feel it
I've got a light that I can see
And you can't see it
I've got a god inside of me
And I'm his puppet
I've got a personal deity
A Holy Spirit
Spirit
Spirit
I've got a fire over me
And you can't feel it
I've got a light that I can see
And you can't see it
I've got a god inside of me
And I'm his puppet
I've got a personal deity
A Holy Spirit
Spirit
Spirit
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2. |
Wrong Side
04:07
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I want to go back down
I want to crawl inside
I need to feel it because
I need reminding of what it's like
To breathe
Of all temptations I've felt
Of all delights I've tried to hide
Nothing ever gets me through
Or makes me feel the way you do
You breathe
You bleed
You dive
Repeat
Once more around the block
The rush to greet you, the ticking clock
I gotta get back to it every night
Burn up the angel and be my guide
And if I take one bullet, I'll take them all
Learn to stand up or suffer the fall
I'm on the wrong side
On the wrong side
On the wrong side
I want to burn in its truth
I want to feel it deep inside
Beaded drop of more cold sweat
As I hold back the numbness in my mind
To breathe
To bleed
To dive
Repeat
Dark recognition of change
Snuff out the thoughts, bury the pain
I cannot wait to go under with you
I cannot wait to play your game
You breathe
You bleed
You dive
Repeat
Once more around the block
The rush to greet you, the ticking clock
Gotta get back to it every night
Burn up the angel and be my guide
If I take one bullet, I'll take them all
Learn to stand up or take the fall
I'm on the wrong side
On the wrong side
On the wrong side
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3. |
The Hand / The Knife
02:12
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Lipstick is running down the drain
She goes out in the pouring rain
The shadows of his hateful crime
Her target locked on him tonight
The Hand The Knife has come
Her judgement has begun
She draws her blade to kill with ease
Her pain now sharpened into beast
Nothing but vengeance in her eyes
His sentence cast, it's time to die
The Hand The Knife has come
The Hand The Knife has come
Her judgment has begun
And he will be undone
The Hand The Knife has come
His final moments of despair
She holds his head up by the hair
And in the morning light revealed
All power bending to her will
The night was fearless, now the dawn
The Hand The Knife has come
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4. |
Run
03:55
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The neon lights surround me
In this dark and wasted
Cityscape
I'm sinking from the weight
Web of lies
Impossible to cut my way out
Suffocate
My last gasp another sound in the night
Every day I run
Searching for the sun
But it just isn't there
No it just isn't there
Every night I fall
Locked inside these walls
I've got to catch my breath
Before there's nothing left
Cowardice and deceit
Thrown at me from all sides
Deteriorate
Consuming precious time
Whispers of
Another life to carve out for myself
They can keep their hate
Swimming in it, consuming all of their filth
Every day I run
Searching for the sun
But it just isn't there
No it just isn't there
Every night I fall
Locked inside these walls
I've got to catch my breath
Before there's nothing left
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
RUN
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Every day I run
Searching for the sun
But it just isn't there
No it just isn't there
Every night I fall
Locked inside these walls
I've got to catch my breath
Before there's nothing left
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5. |
The Product
02:45
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Targeted identities customized for you and me
You
Public personalities turning us to commodities
You
We can't find our way out
We want to forget
No passion or real creation
Just working to live
When the product
When the product
Is you
When the product
When the product
Is you
Everything is on display, this is the digital age
You
Just existing like a ghost
Missing all that matters most
You
No sense of direction
Living to survive
Too busy, distracted
Away from real life
When the product
When the product
Is you
When the product
When the product
Is you
When the product
When the product
Is you
When the product
When the product
Is you
Living to survive
When the product
When the product
Is you
When the product
We can't find our way out
We want to forget
No passion in creation
Everything is
Everything is
Everything is
You
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6. |
Veins (Marble Halls)
04:39
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Trying to slip the chain that forces you down
Whitewashed and painted over, it waits
With feelings of all pain and pleasure
It will know, it can see through lies
Blood paints a picture on your wall
In patterns of a marble hall
Blood paints a picture on your wall
In patterns of a marble hall
Wishing all that you knew was only a dream
Living and breathing slowly, slow dive
Taking the weight of oceans, sinking
It takes you, it will pull you down
Blood paints a picture on your wall
In patterns of a marble hall
Blood paints a picture on your wall
In patterns of a marble hall
Blood paints a picture on your wall
In patterns of a marble hall
Blood paints a picture on your wall
In patterns of a marble hall
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7. |
Patterns
05:03
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The western sky above
Like a tapestry undone
Another day is gone
And I'm feeling sick
Of not relating, dissociating
What can my purpose be
Valued only for producing
And as the years proceed
I feel just as lost
So I shut things out
Again and again and again
So all I do is wait
Survive and medicate
Will I ever be
More than my patterns of
Forgetting
Daydreaming
Fixations consume me
I'm tired of running
From those who would love me
I'm sick of these patterns
I'm sick of these patterns
I'm stuck with these patterns
I'm stuck with these patterns
I'm stuck with these patterns
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Blood Bells Denton, Texas
Fusing together a sonic blend of post-punk, deathrock, and early punk, Blood Bells creates an explosive sound with plenty of
dark danceability.
+ New album "Now the Dawn" OUT NOW! +
Blood Bells is:
-Clint Jerome (vox, guitar, percussion)
-Lauren Williamson Jerome (bass)
-Ryan Pogue (drums)
For fans of: 80s goth and post-punk like Killing Joke, Gang of Four, & Red Lorry Yellow Lorry
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