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Filthy Animal
03:37
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False idol…
With bible…
Sarcasm…
Orgasm…
I am the revenant back to claim the lion’s share!
While you were milling around I worked and I prepared!
Confession…
Oppression…
Try harder…
No martyr…
Pope mitre…
Prize fighter…
Hope lingers…
Two fingers….
I am the revenant back to claim the lion’s share!
While you were milling around I worked and I prepared!
You know I’m smart….Like my phone.
I feel you creeping like a man with a drone.
(Do it Andy, do it!)
I am the revenant back to claim the lion’s share!
While you were milling around I worked and I prepared!
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2. |
Legion Of Letdowns
03:53
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Gone. Forgotten…like breath on a window.
Pain. No bottom…I needed you then but no longer.
Slow, then false start…you were there, in my heart.
Truth. In a bottle…the faintest of hazy adventures.
Friends. Forever…look forward to sitting together.
Fate. Disciple…we gather to learn by not speaking.
Love. Forever…I feel that it’s now or never.
Slow, then false start…you were there, in my heart.
I’ve been out manned for so long, thought that my mind was gone!
Minds change, sometimes ease the pain – find solace hell it’s all the same!
Slow, then false start…you were there, in my heart.
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3. |
A Call To Action
05:46
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Get yourself prepared for a long, cold night…
What was up is down, nothing real in sight.
Can’t breathe, can’t grow…
Won’t try to reach below…
Keep me up (all night).
That’s the stuff (I like).
Y’think you’re tough (yeah,right).
Filthy dog (it bites).
Get yourself prepared for a long, cold night…
What was up is down, nothing real in sight.
Can’t breathe, can’t grow…
Won’t try to reach below…
Kill the light (I tried).
Requiem (hold tight).
Channel surf (God why)?
Boots straps on (where’s mine)?
Help me climb higher (higher)
As we march forward to the funeral pyre.
Sinners point fingers, they point their fingers.
Cold dead hands know that they’ll pull the trigger.
Get yourself prepared for a long, cold night…
What was up is down, nothing real in sight.
Can’t breathe, can’t grow…
Won’t try to reach below…
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4. |
Thin Plastic Devil
05:35
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Sometimes I wonder…
‘Bout left, right and center,
peeling back this silly blunder.
Plotting and scheming...
What’s that you say – never mind,
it’s plain as day what you’re feeling.
My mind is reeling…
must be these pills, large & small
like counting sheep I get the feeling…
Right brain is teeming...
Blessing and curse – give me more,
it’s not enough to stop believing.
In sunlight you can’t get the best of me…
So throw a noose around the moon
and kick the chair into the deep blue sea.
This game of inches...
it builds like sand, on a beach,
this tired soul knows not the mission.
Like friendly fire,
you charge the hill – gun in hand
but tripping deep into the mire.
In sunlight you can’t get the best of me…
So throw a noose around the moon
and kick the chair into the deep blue sea.
There was a time when living
left no room for giving
thought to those deceiving
those who dared to climb.
In sunlight you can’t get the best of me…
So throw a noose around the moon
and kick the chair into the deep blue sea.
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5. |
Cranial Flatulence
04:08
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6. |
Beautiful Bombshell
04:27
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This tree’s still hollow…
With roots that won’t grow…
Why beg-steal-borrow…?
When there’s tomorrow?
I’ve come clean – I’ve been rid of the cancer.
On the new team – I’m the wild necromancer.
Clean my wounds!
Come raid the tombs!
All the while this flower’s just about to bloom…
…Just about to bloom.
It’s so serene….
How can I just reject it?
On my door step…
You know that I must protect it.
Clean my wounds!
Come raid the tombs!
All the while this flower’s just about to bloom…
…Just about to bloom.
No way to tell you…
It’s all so taboo….
How dare you ask me…
To suffer fools gladly!
To suffer fools gladly!
Clean my wounds!
Clean my wounds!
Clean my wounds!
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7. |
Winter's Lament
04:36
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Trudging down the slope,
To my warm retreat.
Avoiding creatures that,
Treat me like a piece of meat.
These asphalt lines!
They’ll show in time!
I have no axe to wield...
Through this crazy maze...
Only the echoes of...
1920s golden age.
These asphalt lines!
They’ll show in time!
These asphalt lines!
They’ll show in time!
Lipstick on the mirror,
Signal coming clearer,
One foot in front of the other,
Searching for my brother,
Trading vices blindly,
Again I meet you...Here...Finally
Start the journey over,
‘cuz this time I’ll be sober.
Start the journey over,
‘cuz this time I’ll be sober.
These asphalt lines!
They’ll show in time!
These asphalt lines!
They’ll show in time!
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8. |
Overton Window Pane
05:43
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Fortunate game we get to play…
It’s getting ripe with truth decay…
Cold feet are always here to stay…
Our gifts retreat at end of day…
Creatures that tear into the flesh…
My god, the buttons that they press!
These suits you know they bring me pain…
Just can’t wait 4 more years again!
Spirits will cure whatever ails you!
Not holy slowly glowing – neon tubes…
Your health and data locked up tight…
Won’t get it back without a fight…
Crypt keepers ramble on with glee…
Still wounded, left on bended knee…
Spirits will cure whatever ails you!
Not holy slowly glowing – neon tubes…
Spirits will cure whatever ails you!
Not holy slowly glowing – neon tubes…
Come gather round the effigy!
Pulled up by bootstraps easily…
Celebrate what used to be…used to be.
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Andrew Hetzel Wisconsin
One man band. Big fan of progrock, but I generally write and record in the hard rock genre.
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