~songs~

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~Curse of Days~Tattooed tear, a
pound of flesh. Children, it’s a man, a cage. Ain’t nothin’ like that closin’
door make temper, set the lines of rage. Angel call it, a whistle down. Children,
he got dues to pay. Sun don’t shine on the prison man, living out his curse of
days.

~songs~

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~Curse of Days~Growing up, a
battleground, children, it’s a slice of hell. Detention, take your punishment,
no one gets inside your shell. Walls grow thick and deep and wide, children,
hide your love away. Bite the sky, any helping hand go messin’ with your curse
of days.

~philosophy~

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~Letters from the Monastery:  1: Confirmation of Darkness 1: Monkish,
he is a monkey starving in the limbs of a barren tree, watching the ape
community thriving on lush jungle life, unwilling, unable to join them,
surviving by consuming vermin crawling through the skin of his brain.

~songs~

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~Curse of Days~ Life don’t
teach, amount to much. Children, it’s a slice of bread. It don’t hurt when the
fist comes down, drop you to your knees, your head.

~songs~

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~Two Penny Blues~I’ll give you two nickels back for a dime; rub ‘em together, scene
o’ the crime.

~philosophy~

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~Honor~A warrior's only forgiveness is spoken through vengeance~

~philosophy~

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~Hurrah~The last, great hurrah, a kiss I left on my brother’s forehead before I
turned him over to “the caretakers”, doctors, nurses, preachers, their greedy
paws, murder in their eyes.

~philosophy~

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~Plastic Standard~Life decisions based on the law of averages will eventually
kill you because you aren't.

~songs~

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How long will I miss you, only when the wind blows. How long will I miss you,
when it blows no more. How long will I miss you, til the moon and the sun. How
long will I miss you, are both come and gone.

~philosophy~

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~Madman Chronicles: Loco Motive~Oh
yeah, we’re a train rollin’ down
this track o’ life. We got smoke
blowin’, engines howlin’. We
hell-bent and merciless, plowin’
through the crossroads.

~songs~

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~Of Lips, Mother and Wine~I will build you a house and a garden of bones, where children go laughing and men
live alone. I’ll tell you a story of lips, mother and wine, then tell you a
story of lips, mother and wine.

HINGE

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~Maltese~What’s left o’ me ain’t right, soup bones, blister dumplings.