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Less Songs About Girls and Partying And More Songs About Murder And Killing

by BLOOD IN A BOX

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We're calling you out I can't believe you're dumbfounded We've called you out I can't believe you're dumbfounded By the fact we've called you out We've carved you out I can't believe you're dumbstruck We've carved you out of our minds We've carved you out of our hearts I can't believe you're dumbstruck By the fact We're carving you out of our souls We're carving you out of our hearts Dumbfuck Dumbstruck
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Walk through fire Burn through walls Glazing eyes turned inside out Hazy black skies Getting the fear Shaking hands Killing friends Never break that smile Ghost white Never give up that smile Corpse blue You knew you were done the second that smile left your face You knew you were done the second that chill left your bones You knew you were done the second that smile left your face You knew you were done the second that ghost left your side
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Embrace this disater with open arms Feed off degradation I'll eat your heart out A carnival carcass for the infesting A battered existence for the fisting We'll make graves out of your souls We will sit and watch you rot What a way to spend a day Watching you decay You're such a masterpiece You rot so gracefully Time and time again I watch you suffer I watch you bleed for all this heartache For all this pain Life,love,regret than death For all the heartbreak What's fucking left? We'll make graves out of your souls We'll reserve seats from these six foot holes So we can watch you rot We can watch you wither away Dead Putting a price on the dead's head Dead Burial plots dirt cheap Dead
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The cannibals will eat this heart right off my sleeve I keep heading for the door but I never seem to leave Come one come all Only here for the shock value Entertainment/resentment Solely here to say I was here Baby I'm a wreck A cause of death A man made disease Cripples my mind Leaves me bleeding on my knees Baby I'm death A misguided misfit On a collision course with disaster Pedal to the metal I can't go any faster Let the cannibals eat this heart right from my sleeve I keep saying goodbye but I never leave Come one come all Solely here for amusement Entertain/ distain What a mess I'e gotten myself into Baby I'm a wreck A cause of death A man made disease Cripples my mind Leaves me bleeding on my knees Baby I'm death A misguided misfit On a collosion course with disaster Pedal to the medal I can't go any faster Baby I 'm a mess
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This is the summer of my sickness Tis is the murdered witness There is a time and a place under heaven But this is not it If you're going to play dead Then play to win I've run out of reasons Not to give in to sin If you're going to go it alone Then stop talking to me I'm all out of reasons Stop preaching to me This is the summer of my sickness The heat of burning unforgiveness There is a time and place under heaven But there is no time left Hell is here It's nothing new
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All Nighter 01:48
Where are your eyes? How do you see so well in the dark? Can you please turn on the lights? Night stalker Daddy's on his way home He'll stumble up the stairs and lay his head wherever he falls Where are your brains? Can you please turn on the lights inside that skull of yours? Daddy's coming home Last call has come and gone He'll stumble up the stairs and lay his skull where he falls
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Smokescreens and tricks with mirrors There is no point in playing favorites We hate you all There is no point in kissing ass We can't stand you all Smokescreens and painted smiles Declaration of holding nothing sacred Build you up and kick you on the way down Build you up and with an I told you so We'll laugh as you go down We hate you all There is no point in kissing up We don't want your dirty lips There are no favorites Because we fucking hate all of you

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Recorded in 2011 . Currently working on new songs. Ex members of South Florida Roosevelt and The Burgundy Romance

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released September 4, 2013

Blood in a Box

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