Distracted and lacking
excuses the ball chain
lash yourself to the tracks
perpetuate insane
soul crushing apathy
self righteous delusion
born in the fire
Committed to motion
I’m the train coming through
barreling down
you know this action is due
unyielding momentum
flotsam, ruin, and wreckage
no need to look back
Between your start and end
you’ve got, something to do
leaving a mark on this earth
that no one can refute
(Chorus)
You’re wasting your time
you’re splitting decisions
while I’m out here splitting skulls
keep flapping your gums
while I’m getting it done
try claiming the mountain
that I’m standing on
only you stopping you
from Taking the Sun
Peasant in pension
caught in the grift
justifying lethargic
no finger did lift
carried by the masses
the luck of the draw
effortless and fatal flaw
Perception of contest
it’s all in your head
don’t make your mental strength
a poverty and consequence
drifting is simple
promotion of failure
enter the cell
containment ensured
(Chorus)
(LEAD)
(Chorus x 2 )
First cut slides through
you don’t feel a thing
A trickle of blood
not even a sting—
edges too sharp
To notice the next
The wet drops of life
—Leave-without-test
Fall- from the sky
Don’t press a look
scissors from heaven
To take out your eyes
Trying— to run
Only to fail
Butchered in buckets
By Razor blade Hail
Sins of the sinners or
Virtues of innocence
No division defined
As it rips through your flesh
Arrogant masters
Modified skies
So many screams
Spend terrified cries
All in the fray
No warnings provide
Instantly dropping
With no place to hide
Fall from the sky
Don’t press a look
scissors from heaven
To take out your eyes
Trying to run
Only to fail
Butchered in buckets
By Razor blade Hail
(Lead)
Trying to run
Only to fail
Butchered in buckets
By Razor blade Hail
Yeah, It’s been one of those days
But we’re about to turn the tables
Yeahhhhh-ooohhhh-yehyehyehyeh
Sometimes you know it’s gonna take
More than one bourbon, one scotch and beer
To get things right
And that’s about the ONLY thing
Gonna be clear tonight
Yeaahhhhhh - Turn it up
Let’s get this place spinning
Belly up
Burn it down
Pour the ales quick
There’s trouble bound
Never a challenge
At the gates of hell
Just a welcome mat
And familiar smell
Walking a quest
For blue style Stoli
Cause that’s
The only drink
bro’s girl finds holy
Ain’t no sorrow
That needs to be drowned
Just you, me, my crew
Lining up another round
(Chorus)
I could be—
Fucking or fighting
By the end of the night
Everybody wants to kiss the ring
Cause everybody wants a piece of the King
I’m gonna pay the day back
Retribution through celebration
Laugh in the face of the negative things
Cause everybody wants a piece of the King
Bartended prescription
Surest direction
Medicated perfection
One drink away
Whiskey soaked wisdom
Discover the floor
Smoking hot beauty
How many licks before
Fire- ripples up her spine then
Shaking and quaking’s the cure
(Chorus)
Nothing like a night
Of Irish car bombs
Start the mystery of my car
On my buddy’s lawn
Tipping back Jamo Black
Evolved to pissing excellence
There’s no doubt tomorrow
Takes some evil penance
(LEAD)
(Chorus x2)
Chaos Warehouse
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