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Hands For A Cannon
04:21
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Test me. Come on and test me. Face me and find I’ve got a line. A line I will cross that you better prepare to. The line is drawn. I step over. Test me and this line. Find what you’re made of. Is it granite or is it sand? Is it concrete or is it glass? I’ve got these hands see. Hands for a cannon. Light the fuse and cover your fucking ears. I’ve got these hands see. Hands for a cannon. Test me and find where your line is drawn.
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First Blood Part II
02:39
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You tell me that the war and everything that happened there was wrong but not to hate my country for it. Hate? I'd die for it. What do I want? I want what they want. And what every other guy who went over there and spilled his guts wants: For our country to love us as much as we love it. That is all we want.
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Pins
02:15
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Recreation folly. Make of madness mishaps. Resurrect my ugly visions. Foot pressed on the pedal, spin wretched wheel spin. I’ve ruined this picture again. Smear the red paint on my blue screen. I've ruined this picture again. Take my clay castle and spit glass into my eyes. I hate what I have created. I hate what I have become. Again… and probably again.
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Puncture Wounds
03:32
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This skin is equipped with millions of holes. Not one that can act as an access point for what has become the love of my life. This skin is a defensive mechanism. But I have found the weakness with a needle and
the sting. The sting that delivers what has become the love of my life. The life behind my eyes (the life). The death behind my will (the death). The reason behind my failures (the reason behind). They call her the White Lady. And though I have danced with her, she has left me with nothing but a life filled with puncture wounds. These wounds now act as an access point for what has become the love of my life.
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Kiss Was The Curse
02:57
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What is this image before me? How can beauty defy reason? Is this simply a reflection of something to come? Perhaps a life of depression is all that awaits. Her kiss was the curse that hath ended me. Willing myself to stand and my legs to carry this through. I never approached love with honesty as it has its way with me and has before left me a stale, half-life Poncelet. Her kiss was the curse... curse that hath ended me.
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Ocean Church
02:49
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Forty days. Forty nights. Forty days and forty nights. The heavens will dispense a cleansing. And there will be no sight of rainbows. Targeting this misguided faith. Drowning all of their unheard prayers. Spread your lies from under water. Worship from an ocean church.
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Hellfire Humanity
02:48
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Descend shrouds of evil and unleash this curtain in burial of humanities eyes. Now bring forth the dark fall and quench what’s inside of me. Feed the burning sensation in this sheep made of flesh. Human victims will collapse to their knees. For now… I am satisfied. Hellfire Humanity.
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The Rotten San Francisco, California
The Rotten is a heavy band from San Francisco, California. Call it whatever genre you want, we write music that we enjoy
playing.
Jeff Brown-Guitar
Zach Minjack-Bass
Ryan Slater-Vocals
Dave Benson-Drums
Members from:
Acephalix, Betray the Species, Cursed, Lawless, Reduced to Ashes, Surface, Two(O)nine, Immortality
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