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Armored Saint Album



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That's when I hit pay dirt
Sink or swim
I'm jumpin' in
Huddled masses cling together
But the herd gets thin
Self assured
With those fighting words
Your so-called figure of speech
Won't be hard

I'll never lose my shirt
Someday I'll hit pay pirt


I'd rather die of thirst

Fast-moving fast-ducking fast
Running fast from the blast
I'm here to carry my weigth
Murder will out the ingrates
No tampering with the soul
I'm sidestepping your phony idols
That's when I'll hit pay dirt

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Dressed in a shroud
Preparing the stand-off
A meeting of the minds must be understood
Benevolent grin couldn't be kinder
The ceremony guest is unveiling his hood

Draining power straight from the pillar
A grisly affection no one denies
The darker the room
The warmer the climate
For an unsuspected thrill homicide

Openmindedness
You're old enough - to know
Narrowmindedness
Lethargic is thought
Your brain slowly rots
Lust for the taste, no time to waste

It gives me, it gives strength
It gives strength over you (yes i do)

Waited the day
That i'd be discovered
Oblivious fools take the longest time
Endless travels
Through laws of nature
Opening boxes, oh what a find

Maximum pain with minimal pleasure
Strive for the things that you never can have
Chasing a dream that seems so appealing
Only to awaken on the wrong path

Begging to be the servants pet
Breaking free from the horde of norm
Futile transition, plenty of residue
The cheerful flesh is rolled into form

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Help me write these words down
I'll write a great song to die to
Cause my days are numbered
And it's certain that I'm gonna drag you
I don't plan on going alone
I need a friend like a typhoid mary
We'll walk with a goose step
With vigor and might that's scary

There I go (down)
And I'm lovin' it


Dig way deep in
Bid farewell to a world I can't live in
I scratched the surface
And found pride was paper thin
I tried evil
I wish it had more of and impact
Cause faith ain't helping
To rid the apes on my back

After me come the flood

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Brass hat, CEO
Only appears for a cameo
The camp is so clean
And it keeps raining green
The scent is strong
But yet something's wrong
Everything is too much right

Tension, need tension
God forsaken
Godawful place
The falling house of cards
That I love to embrace
I'm saving face

Four star everything's comped


We steer the peddlers clear
Lessons in decorum given out
First class, top notch, no fear
Announcing every heroic feat
Large praise and make it quick
Good as it is it's never great
This health is making me sick

Wrapped up the report is done
The addle brained just can't get enough
The scent is strong but yet something is wrong
Everything just ain't right
This house of cards is erasing my face

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Imagine every morbid thought
You've had throughout your life
Becoming real in the eyes
Every sucker with a weak mind
You're invited to a place
A sinister fearful haven
Where a human sacrifice
Is some stupid ass religion

What the hell is wrong with the world
Views are so distorted
No regard for human life
No law and order

Darkness - sure can be a rude awakening


No guest - has ever escaped the torturing

Creepy feelings - coming over you
Creepy feelings - lock 'em away in a room

This is all created from
Their wild imagination
The difference between truth and false
Depends on your fascination

Creepy feelings - coming over you
Protest - fools who will lead you into it

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LoathsomeGlum is commonplaceLonelyLonging for a faceDwelling in the shadowsThere's a darker side stillOnce what was wide openIs closed and unfulfilled
AcceptanceA need that I can't understandSome uninvited guestIs whispering demandsDamage

Private and off the beaten trackBulwarked, so as not to get shellackedAs I sit in solitary confinementWhich I chooseBewildered and stumpedBy the many ways I lose
Some uninvited guest is tugging at my handSap the energy and corrode the order of the dayPigeon feet touch the ground, mind is disarray

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These living quarters are off limits to youThese guarded borders are all subject to choosePassive not my tone of voice no wayNot my choice, here to make a point
Inside - you will find all that you needIn the den of thievesInside - you'll always find ecstacyIn the den of thieves
This propaganda can be hell against youThis four leaf clover can be lucky for youFreedom and fortune waits for all time toClimb the wall and watch the old ways fall

Inside - sleep always comes easily
Radical changes are there pushing you throughSevering ties a big decision for youWhat will you do
Power, by rank and file, you must learn to smileLonely in the wind
Inside - things aren't always what they seem

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Beat my bloody fist to a pulpThen I'll switch handsGotta prove that I'm a worthy manPrivileged to be in god's domainA monumental taskSo listen obey and better never ask
Good at making the callBent over backwardsGood at breaking the fall - repair meI mourn your blighted lifeBent over backwardsBut on this we'll agreeWe hate people that we don't like

Control, control - control issues
Force fed until I hurt, regurgitateIndulgence is my mateHonest righteousness, public to be damnedThrow in the towel and give the king a handCan't control my choiceA waver in the voiceGotta cut the ties that bind
Can't get grounded

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Before all else, better get yourself armed yeah
Watch as they gravitate to your irresistable charm
Yeah - irresistable, irresistable

Who is going to guard the guards themselves
If you always lay down in the name of help
The paupers learn quick or fall to the side
It's all me myself and I

Who is going to guard the guards themselves
When all you do is try to survive the pelts
The paupers learn quick or fall to the side
I live me myself, me myself and I


Don't look to heaven, cause you think that
Your due reward
You think you do?
In my hand is a chisel
For the chip on my shoulder
I can't afford no

Spewing energy
You say the sky cries along with me
Passive aggressive man
Trying to trade in human misery
Let go of better wisdom

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Come here and bend over
Torturing I like
I'm picking candy from a window store
And want to eat everything in sight
It's so nourishing
Every move is exciting
All there for the take tonight

Come near I bet you wonder
If I'm a callous man
Execution by the numbers
Unable to withstand
Do you feel yourself breaking sweat
Light head, short of breath
Watch me cry them tears of joy

I got some news for you


All the pain you'll feel is due

So tell me
What's your pleasure - oh the pleasure's mine
What's your pleasure - running down your spine
What's your pleasure - oh about to lose your
Mind, mind

Don't sigh it ain't over
I got a second wind
Your gonna sink further
Struggle for oxygen
It's so nourishing, every move is exciting
Hold on for the final ride of your life

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When the final bell is rungAnd the game's declared overWe speak the words goodbyeAnd I know it's foreverAn empty pit inside my chestWas more than a small clueNo you'll never see me againSomething I gotta get used toBut you left much behindSome peace and vital signsFood for a busy mindAnd souvenirs to hold tight
Just a passenger on your jetlinerCrashing to the groundBut the impact doesn't make a sound

Well a lesson to be learnedFrom your departure Funny thing but when you went awayI lost part of my cureAnd now I'm searching hardUnderneath every cardHoping with best regardsYou'll bail me out of this dream state
Oh but what I feelUnfortunately is realFeeling the sting of painNot a damn thing can erase the stain

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