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Well it's alright
in the right now
You know nostalgia
is a liar
A seductive,
seductive story
A selective
allegory
In the candlelight
of your memory
Scars are hidden
Edges blurry
In the sunset
of your minds eye
This romantic lie
Comes to life
Seductive voice
Drug of choice
What your on
Is a helluva
Wonder drug
Hell of a drug
Don't believe
You're lying minds eye
See what you want
To salve your soul
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2. |
Deer in the Headlights
05:01
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Paralyzed
Stuck in the road
Headlights
Frozen and blinded
A heavy load
The fear you tow
Inside
The weight of your own millstone
Gotta lighten your load now
Gotta lighten your load
Just a dear in the headlights
Stuck in the road
Change Your Mind
Riptide
Eroding your soul
Inside
Everything that consumes you
A heavy load
The fear you've sewn
Inside
The weight of your own millstone
Gotta lighten your load now
Gotta lighten your load
Dear in the headlights
Stuck in the road
Fear will fool you every single time
Paralytic dear caught in the lights
Fear will fill your head so full of lies
Time to shoot that dear between the eyes
Gotta lighten your load now
Gotta lighten your load
Dear in the headlights
Stuck in the road
Fear will fill your head so full of lies
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3. |
Better Run
05:25
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You better run, you better run
Another fatherless son
You better run, you better run
Another fatherless son with a gun
They lay, dying
They layout
These martyrs for your ego
You better run, you better run
Another fatherless son with a gun
You better run, you better run and hide
Hide in plain sight in the Miracle Mile
They lay, dying
They lay
These martyrs for your ego
Shot dead
Two to the head
Your ego was fed
But they're just lying in the
Incentivize,
ruined lives
Incredible high But they're just dying in the streets
You better run, you better run
Another fatherless son with a gun
You better run, you better run and hide
Hide in plain sight in the Miracle Mile
They lay, dying
They lay
These martyrs for your ego
Shot dead
Two to the head
Your ego was fed
But they're just lying in the
Incentivize,
ruined lives
Incredible high
But they're just lying in the streets
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4. |
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Break a leg
Lose an eye
Better buckle up buddy
It's your time to shine
It was fast
It was far
Oh but you gave chase
And you caught the car
Watcha gonna do
When the truth comes out
A pen in your hand's
Like a muffler in his mouth
You caught the car
You're not the head of the pack
You're a real fake alpha
A vacuous shit bag
Gotta say
Take a bow
Well you caught the car
And I don't know how
Was it all
Worth the chase
Yeah another shiny object
A reflection of your face
Caught the car
Doesn't mean that you can drive
Opposable thumbs
Never meant you were qualified
You caught the car
You're not the head of the pack
You're a real fake alpha
A vacuous shit bag
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5. |
The Dirge
05:17
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I think I hear it calling
stalking every step
a narrow house awaits this body
despite our best attempts
slipping away
years turn into hours
faster by the day
out of sight and out of mind
doesn't change our fate
slipping away
I think I feel it nearing
closer everyday
out of sight and out of mind
doesn't seal the grave
slipping away
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Man the Hunter Tampa, Florida
Add one part twisted blues rock, one part stoner rock, one part swampy psychedelic, and a touch of 2 car garage rock. From this primordial stew rises Man the Hunter.
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