Down - Down IV Part I - The Purple EP lyrics
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Tracks 01. Levitation
02. Witchtripper 03. Open Coffins 04. The Curse Is A Lie 05. This Work Is Timeless 06. The Misfortune Teller 01. Levitation
Dead sing through me
Uprising in shaman's translation Archrival souls (of) squandering Transcending the threat, the tarots are burned There'll come a time To gloat in the light Don't stop there... levitation... This flesh claims dreams... Mars haunts the skies, crimson and gleaming... Lay thee rebel arms free... Throttle their bones, wrangle its beasts... There'll come a time To brave the blind (But) don't stop their... Levitation... Laymen's translation Morals be damned, its ignorance paramount (But) Kiss sin's feet in worship What we can't grovel in will master our fate There'll come a time The cause will die (But) it won't stop there... levitation... Levitation will knock you down to size... 02. Witchtripper
Lightning struck down twice
Black mass Latin fire Smokescreen... Cast runes terrorize... Stones thrown rooftop high... Blaspheme! Witchtripper [4x] Satan! Worm-carved rites Horrifies their spies Smokescreen... Defend night-flight sites Trap clamped, snared for pyres Blaspheme! Witchtripper [4x] Cross-gripped tight, hands tied... Smokescreen! Useless wooden lies... Blaspheme! Witchtripper [4x] 03. Open Coffins
It's the strength of defiance that defines a life
Can't give it clout anymore Bless the bravest attempts to tear us down Good luck and fuck your retort A graven world (There's) A grave in the sky I don't trust your face (Because) my coffin's still open It's the bullish minds that weaken the herd Can't let them suck all our blood Restless fools will cry, likes wolves overheard Tainted and reeking of spoils A graven world A grave in the sky They don't trust my face (Because) our coffins are open It's flawless black and white Our heart is on our sleeves I'm fucking serious We wear our hearts on our sleeves Trust is hard to find (but) decipher the worst Money ain't much anymore Use the strongest minds to soften the fall Deploy your warrior blood A graven world (There's) A grave in the sky I don't trust your face (Because) my coffin's still open (It's) The wayward horde (It's) The weight of the bribe Don't like this face (Because) our coffins are open A graven world... A grave in the sky... They don't trust our faces... (Because) my coffin is open... DEPLOY YOUR WARRIOR BLOOD 04. The Curse Is A Lie
What isn't finished that was never started?
A vortex tubing that's remote retarding Discharged before the accident that happened waylaid Seen through a cracked orbital spasm interrupted surgery Pulsating, deep-blue-reeling headlong Some copper coins are really made of tin foil Unable to get the neurology demanded Growing unsteady, hardly ready, jerking more perverted Your days are numbered Start counting backwards Sculpting statues of yourself Plague-deep drifting drowning health The curse is a lie The interstates, the creeping toil the multi-national whores have mothered all... yes I know... It's out of bounds, against the law, it's everything that's right for us that's wrong... yes I know... Yes I know, I know and that's for sure... The smallest people in your pockets never mingle A wreck in signals now creating doubt that's (pointed) inward Pretend to play defender while on the offensive Still stabbing, cross-armed-crooked, pouring blood that smells expensive Sculpting statues of yourself... Plague-deep drifting drowning health... The curse is a lie. 05. This Work Is Timeless
When you return
Expect concern Lived through the high And the lower For some are chosen Weary from fighting The clock is broken Recalling... This work is timeless... I'm re-re-born (A) Rare gift adorned Sought out the truth Without any proof For I've been tested Exhausted fighting Sadness infested Recalling... This work is timeless... This work is timeless... recalling... This work is timeless... (They'll) never get rid of me... This work is timeless... Recalling... this work is timeless... This work is timeless... 06. The Misfortune Teller
The will was lost
In cities of the dead The land around them mourned Too lax to comprehend The rife of wards The armies in the skies The muddled occupied feed All pseudo-catholic rites A rise, of the dead The word upon our heads is "Forlorn" The size, of the dread Within our padlocked haunts we erode A grave mistake (We're) right back where we started from No brave escape It's right back here we come Resent yourself. Misfortune's law Is sketched within our chests The ram's head has decided The sheep among us sleep The layman's worth The hole above his head The tyranny is clear The floor beneath is gone Rise, of the dead The words upon our heads is "Forlorn" The size, of the dread Within our padlocked haunts we erode A grave mistake (We're) right back where we started from It's devastating It's right back here we come Resent yourself. A grave mistake... (We're) right back where we started from... It's devastating... It's right back here we come... Resent yourself. |