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The Black Hand

by Bad Ice

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1.
Crimson Face 01:41
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
2.
Lucifour 01:51
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
3.
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
4.
Yuppies 01:54
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
5.
Deep VI 02:38
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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released October 17, 2013

All songs written and performed by Bad Ice
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Anton DeLost at Lost Recording Studio

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