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Bastard Son
03:32
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Shadowcaster
03:51
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Woke up pinned down.
In a dark room; in the corner.
Sweat on my brow,
Defeated by my former.
We all find it when it's colder;
On a late night drive.
We all find it in a soldier;
In a lust for life.
The moment is over, but not to each other.
So you go out unnoticed.
But I'm a big fan- I have focused.
It's a secret you've been dreaming.
Only backbones are for keeping.
But I'm home.
So I'm chilled out in a white room with my feet down.
I've got nothing to lose.
And aren't you so proud of what you know?
Or what you've found?
Or where you'll go?
But I'm whole.
We all find it in a moment that could change our lives.
We all find him- shadowcaster.
Don't waste the life you have.
Another glimpse of the sun; now I'm wanting to start all over.
You didn't think I was tough.
Now I'm going to clean my insides out.
Come at us with all your guns-
You'll never frighten us; we are more than numbers.
You wanna terrify, I wanna shine a light.
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Atom In Eve
04:09
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Scrub the floor, keep it in.
You should starve yourself again.
Fake a smile, where've you been?
A flame the boys stomped out again.
Now I know this body is my home- not your own.
Facing off with dignity, I need not you to notice me now- got my feel on solid ground.
Take away my sanity, expose me to the enemy now, but I am done waiting around.
If you are listening; know there is still an atom in Eve.
Ask the real boys- they know best.
Bite the apple- never rest.
Sucker punches- 10 more left.
Angry glances- in door crept.
Crutches broke; I'm standing on my own. No more rope.
I will be ever so very late.
Why have we been scared to corroborate?
Taking on this true north identity.
I am my only one enemy.
Fucker (liar) of the century.
Hands are firmly grasping me.
I am not your puppet, you can't pound me out and pull my strings.
Adam hath defiled me; but there is still an atom in Eve.
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