Lyrics

Burn it Down

I’ve remembered to forget now
What has passed is in the past
I’ve buried the dead; Left no stones
Then burned the bridge on my way home

Mourn for what I can’t remember
Unfeeling sort that I’ve become
This feels like the same dark day
When getting lost along the way

Start the fire
Scorch the ground
Not worth saving
Burn it down

Wonder why I
Can’t come clean
Quenching flames
With gasoline

This shadow hovers over me
Waits for weakness, then it strikes
No more strength left to assist
No more reasons to resist

It knows what I am inside
This sense of honor keeps contained
It grows stronger everyday
Until it’s will I must obey


Nothing

Can you hear me?
As I’m far from here
I see nothing
I feel nothing

I’ve lost touch
With what I hold so dear
I have nothing
I give nothing

I escape from forever
I keep it all inside
And with one pull of the trigger
I die

Can you see me?
I‘ve become quite clear
My color is nothing
My touch is nothing

Can you hear me?
Screaming in your ear
My voice is nothing
My voice is nothing

I escape from forever
I keep it all inside
And with one pull of the trigger
I die

Believe
Your god must die so man can live
You kill for him so there are no sins to forgive
Afraid of asking why
Your written word’s a lie
Provides an alibi

I think you’re wasting my time
You must be out of your god damned mind
Sorry but I can’t conceive
All the things that you believe

Tell me what happens when I die?
It’s written in a book how could it be a lie?
Do what they tell you to
Your faith will hide what’s true
You foolish mortal you

I think you’re wasting my time
You must be out of your god damned mind
Sorry but I can’t conceive
All the things that you believe 


Devil Knows My Name

Always watched through sulfur and smoke, my want for more than I need
Mistake was trading piece of self for this dark seed
Deadly bloom of burnt skin, blood, clot, and scars
Life’s gains for death’s losses; and a soul that’s left to bleed

I called him
He came
What you got to trade for fame?

I’m no one
I’m plain
At the fork in the road I signed my name

Burning in a lake of fire
Victim of my own desires

I’m going…
I’m going…
Down…….

Have your fill of women, wine, weed and song.
Live your life, without the strife, you know you won’t live long
Take you down to places dark; the pain begins
Bleeding sins through porous skin can’t cleanse within

I’m going down
I’m going to burn
Guess I’ll never learn


Criminal Speed
It wants to go, I can’t say no
My head is turning, looking all around
No cops to be found

Pop the clutch /hit the gas
A focused gaze stares through the tinted glass
Accelerating too fast

Dotted line turns solid white
Does it ever stop?

Criminal speed
Is all that I need

Pedal nailed down to the floor
The Hemi roars and still wants more -I’m gone
140 beyond

Red lights in the mirror flash
No time to slow I’m moving way too fast
Hit the brakes pull to the side
Guess it’s time to stop

Criminal speed
Is all that I need
Criminal speed

Hands are cuffed behind my back
The cruiser smells like donuts mixed with ass
It’s a long ride back
Save your speech on I could die
Got the best lawyer money buys -I’m free

Dotted line turns solid white
Hope it never stops

Shoot

What do you want?
Why do you haunt?
Who do you want me to be?
Why are you here?
Isn't it clear?
Avoid the tragedy.

And if I entertain you
And keep you so amused
I've tried in vain to change you
I've nothing left to lose

Lock...Load... Aim... Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot

When does it end?
Nothing to bend
Nothing until I break.
Why are you here?
Isn't it Clear?
Avoid the big mistake.

And if I can't persuade you
To do as I so choose
A fit of rage and anger
You'll see me on the news

Lock...Load... Aim... Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot

(Harris manifesto excerpt)
God, I can't wait to kill you people
With no remorse and no regrets
I don't care if I live or die in the shootout
All I want to do is kill and injure as many of you as I can.

What do you want?
Why do you haunt?
Who do you want me to be?
Why are you here?
Isn't it clear?
Avoid the tragedy.

And if I can't persuade you
To do as I so choose
A fit of rage and anger
You'll see me on the news

Lock...Load... Aim... Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot,Shoot

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