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Crimson Face
01:41
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With such a death grip on me
You lose hold of the better things
You lose sight of what matters
But I never really mattered
Born from a home that expired
I pick the pack of filthy, fucking liars
I grab the Devil by his crimson face
To take the ICE and put it in his place
We walk the Earth corrupt and broken
With fire burning in our hearts
We follow blindly
With vultures tearing out our eyes
This plague you wrought will never die
His crimson face
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Lucifour
01:51
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I just, I can't believe my eyes
Gonna tear you down
Expose you for your lies
Now tell me how you'll hide
When I steal your breath
And fill you with glacial death
This life
Will leave you old and cold
Fighting to protect what little worth you hold
You try to make your place
Climbing over lives
That the Reaper takes
Keep spitting out your lies
Broken in defeat
I hope you fucking die
There's nothing you can say
So make your peace
Or fucking stay away
So back the fuck up
(Bitch-ass motherfuckers)
I will not break under the weight
I've earned my fucking place
Unmake your name
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Doesn't matter what comes
Fresh goes better with life
We're BAD ICE so fuck off and die
Nothing's getting through
Keeping cool staying true
We're BAD ICE so fuck off and die
BAD ICE freshest
BAD ICE deathest
BAD ICE freshest
We're BAD ICE
So fuck off and die
Stay fresh
Fresh 'til death do us part
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Yuppies
01:54
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Reaching in my pockets
With dollars in your eyes
You call it taxes
We call it murder
Ripping every penny out
To pay for corporate lies
Call it democracy
We cry hypocrisy
Scrape the sky until it's raw
Poor and hopeless under paw
Pick my pockets? Fuck yourself
Call this America, we call it Hell
Take away my roof
So you can buy another home
Creating the fall
You fucking asshole
Judging and dismissing
On your orders sent from Rome
In pain I hope you moan
Rot out and die alone
Cameras on corridors
Eyes on us
Hand on the Bible
Segregating, suffocating
So tell me who you think I'd trust
'cause it ain't no fucking yuppie
Who takes orders from a cross
So who do I trust
When it's the top against the rest of us
So who should I trust
When it's the top against the rest of us
I know the way of this game
Remember what I say
I am the end, and I erase
Unmake your name
Motherfucker
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5. |
Deep VI
02:38
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Left in the six
And starting to sink
Forgetting your name
I'm digging your grave
Thrown in the mix
The missing link
Between you and the brink
The Deepest Six
Packed cold and hard
These weathered hands
These battle scars
I use them all
To break the Host
Destroy your Holy Ghost
FALL
Nothing is broken
But nothing works
Can't seem to tell
Which war is worse
Who do you call
When you're alone
There's no one home
We walk the walk
Trample the top
We reap, Six Deep
Won't ever stop
Don't need to say
You've been told
You know the ICE ain't nice
Hard hitter, bitter and too cold
FALL ON YOUR KNEES
YOU PRAY TO ME
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