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Vices
02:01
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They shake the earth, they're our vices.
This house is heavy and breathing.
Watch it flicker, shimmer and pulse.
Oh and I can't stand it....
And she won't sleep, with their voices.
Uneasy and constantly peering, biting and teething.
Ancient robbers, release me.
You've stolen far too many terror filled sleepless nights.
Oh I can't fucking stand it….
Calm your spirit, calm and breath out all your life.
We can hear you waking, and mirroring the holy ghost.
They shake the earth, they're our vices.
She vacates silent, yet doused and draped with light.
Oh I can't stand it.
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Curses
04:01
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As you wake from your sleep,
a proud father displays his trophy.
But now, your sensitive to sound.
I've soaked anger through your atoms.
It resonates a curse.
I've soaked hatred through your atoms.
In every form and every word.
He's an animal, all bite and bark.
Clawing and scratching at the bone.
Oh be patient my love, he knows not what he does.
Few will morn above his grave, and his life of curses.
You unleashed upon a mother
All of your fear.
And now it's redirected through the womb.
Why don't you hit me like a man?
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The Prophetess
03:59
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She left us in the night. Sleepless waves, and sacred graves.
Only one thing's left, is to place her in the shallows,
and bronze the pieces that we've collected.
I'll move past my barriers, but I'm emotionless, to my prophetess.
To the cold and brash, extreme and ill tempered, hold close your gems.
You're my prophetess, as if you never left, and you always hold me all aware, your constant stare.
I visualize black soil and sun spots.
Make me a weapon, from the earth you tend.
I fear the trees and I fear the pasture. I fear abandonment.
This world is much too cold for you, so I'll be strong for you
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Marker
03:36
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Storm, through stannic corridors,
Blood shimmers everywhere around me.
Am I a god fearing man?
Yes, but it's hell that terrifies me.
Let me live, I'm the only one who's left, I'm the only one who envisions the Marker.
Let me live, I'm the only one who's left.
This must be a walking,
and fully realized dream of atrophy.
My senses paint the picture.
Of machines, and wire, and the bitterness of copper.
Set me free.
I'll recover the relic. I'll become your fucking relic.
I've uncovered your relic.
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The Lion and the Pariah
04:28
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How lonely you lay there, outside of the den.
Yet you pray for resurrection, and the scents of stigmata.
It's pitiful the words you speak, so I'll spit at you that much harder.
I am a lion, share your world with me.
Thief, pariah. Let us learn to live again.
Thief, pariah, learn to live again, let us live and love again.
How do we scale emotion? And satisfy our thirst?
It isn't by the blood, but I keep clawing to her center.
Loneliness will fill that pit up.
Do you reminisce with colour and canvas?
Or have you left those thoughts and left that life behind.
Just wait, all of us will see her end.
Just rest your tired feet, all of us will see her end.
Learn to live again.
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Solace
04:10
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You've been pushed to the edge and end, broken in spirit you're trembling.
You know that this is where it ends.
When someone is born a cripple, do you instantly regress to when, you split up from your twin?
If you ever find your way, give thought to seeking solace, in the youth that will hold you back.
Take great care in your attack.
Shy away from the slight sense of poison, you've been shattered by a man you loved.
I'll take us through a worm hole, where you'll constantly repress the stress, on the mess I've made.
You need a harbour and haven.
My Lost and lonely, bitter friend.
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Shreddy Krueger Kelowna, British Columbia
InVogue Records (North America)
Grindhouse Records (Japan)
Jordan Chase -
Vocals
Ryan Loerke - Drums/Programming
David Ecker - Guitar/Programming
Tristan Rattink - Bass
All Songs Written and Performed by Shreddy Krueger
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