Beaten Back To Pure - Southern Apocalypse lyrics
Tracks 01. Whore's Bath
02. Tremors Beneath The Skin 03. Acolyte 04. Antietum 05. Failure Wine 06. Six Gun Salute 01. Whore's Bath
Claw out my eyes and I'm singin'
Raped and raped and raped again Where you been your ol' lady disrespects you Hold it in Filthy yet somewhat offputting Bat your eyes and I roll mine Held down on a hellbound omnibus Take a hit from this behind On the cross Damnation by design Revel in my goddamn heart and soul Rhyme or reason are on my side 02. Tremors Beneath The Skin
I plant the seed, the burning bush, the Jesus weed
Fortune shines away and everything Reeks like a bums cock full throttle and convoluted Spinning towards the Sun Hopeless and rotting inside Circumstances don't allow me To turn and flesh my pride Now you know where I'm coming from Shame I fail to cope Taste of leather straps Warm the cockles of my spine War bashed inside my bowels Flavor dredge and living large Needles snapped off in pelvis Bunny rabbits and warm fuzzy glow Murk for years that I've ignored Now my face begins to show 03. Acolyte
My words fall deaf on ears one hundred years and damned
Wavering in my own fucking dread We've all made out by knife and ambiance Something for my head Sheep shank for two Repay, race towards the inner filth Crossing over the line, bromide Begone afterglow Retard yet blazing towards the Sun You know me, I still have to shine Semirigid and thankless Rot overnight Myself force me tomorrow life Now rest assured Too good for me was it the other way Ride on, ride on My ol' lady gives me doom by night I am thinkin' I'm the King of Kings Cripple june at night I lay down below Full of lesions but I am the only way Take it or leave it Rebel flags razor blades My soul sworn enemy Rising ignore my eyes Raging calamity lane 04. Antietum
Stars and bars
Don't look into my eyes You won't see the answer The problem eats me alive The inevitable day of judgment Is coming soon Mongrel class Shot dead in their tracks Fifth of Jack Keeps me goin' on and on Pissing on my neck I seem to realize It's burning my eyes Burning all the way I'm sorry but that's a brutal sign My eyes..I know from breaking Rollover somebody else Holy Mother will soon hold human life 05. Failure Wine
I know where you drink and you sleep
Renaissance abnormality Wretching and reeling hogtied Rolling down filthy, stinking filthy way to be Trials led untrue baby Dirtied iconoclast Bloodshed competition Useless woe begotten Itching surfacing Abscess..mindless...Too far gone Circling the wagons Hippie clinic of yesteryear Isaac Almighty Say it ain't so My dreams and life's in shambles Been down this road before I fear my life will be over the end line Or human torch Desperation has set in Always planned to get back on my feet Falling down on failure wine Pissing out napalm 06. Six Gun Salute
Trading your years for obedience
Haven't seen the Sun For days on fucking end My eyes they drip tomorrows lies My skin helps me with fornication Staring dead on jagged rocks That fill my glass with jagged ice Cancer rider comin' through Full on clemency Another day to be..all you can fuckin' be Any days a good day to fuckin' die Full blown tragedy of life Singularity of an embalmed embrace |