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Hollow Eyes
02:27
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Blinded by hate. Distorted perception, I'll drink it away. Blinded by hate. Everyone tells me what I'm gonna do because I can't think for myself. It makes me ill to fucking kill. What the fuck are you fighting for? You pull my heart and you're pulling my teeth. This is such a conscience moment as I'm laying face down in the ground. He never made a sound. A black choir sings the praise of a black crown. Blindside, brothers with guns. Blackout, tell my love I'm not coming home. I'm never coming home. I've made peace with the peace I will never know.
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C.I.C.U
02:49
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I'm at the end of my rope and I feel that you should tie this tight around my neck. Tie this tight, I wont forget. No regret, No remorse, a broken house, a broken war. Will you brave this flood when you stand for blood? And then I'll breathe in the Ohio air, when I stand upon this dirty sand. No I don't fucking care. Cause I know where you'll be when you sleep at night, under blackened suns, under blackened skies. Broken home, broken ties. Walk upon hollow ground. Step aside they're killing our youth killing the future. But the president wont fight his own war. The message sent was freedom with bombs over head. Do your bombs kill the youth? As I approach the front lines, with blood soaked hands...why do we acquaint violence with being a man? Peel back your fucking eyes. Everyone's talking they ain't walking what they talking about?
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Deadworld
00:36
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There's a man in the mirror I don't know his face. Its clouded with deception and a mouth full of hate. What happened to the person that would love with all he had, what happened to the person that would make a fucking stand? This worlds been weighing me down, I think my lucks run out. The anger, depression, selfishness and greed. Remember when they said that love is all you"ll ever need? I don't to be apart of this fucking scene.
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Defend
01:38
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Sick Jim Jones. Sick Jim Jones. 85 dead and rest follow. Take the punch, take this gun. Take this pill drink his blood. And I stand alone in this God forsaken scene where being a mindless foot soldier is all that I'm meant to be. Where is your truth Where is your honesty? You must be blind as a bat cause you only see what you want to see. There is no truth there is only guilt but which do you feel when your popping all your fucking pills? How fuck can you blow cotton while your baby's collecting dust? Defend...
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