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Tennessee Murder Club - Carving A Legacy lyrics



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01. Ante Mortem

Music by Tennessee Murder Club
Instrumental

02. Hellspeak

Music by Tennessee Murder Club
Forever burning is the pyre, Judgement lit the coals
When the soul is ripped from skin, They know just where it goes
It burns, endless torment, endless pain, In a place of heathens
We wont be contained

Always stalking, Never slowing
No rest for the wicked
Darkest depths can never hold, That which will not yield
All of man will feel it's wrath, When we come back with hellish fury

Fake fucks, false hopes in the middle of nowhere
It's never been so clear that hell is fucking here
Hell is fucking here

03. Polluted

Music by Tennessee Murder Club
Contaminated are the holy seas
The powers that be, vanquished any light left within me
Snuffed all, and left seething
Tyranny is not, if knees aren't on the ground

Blasphemy is not, if no one wears the crown
If there is no beauty like heaven, I will live with the ugly
Exist quietly, embrace fallacy
What kind of creator watches its baby eat itself?

I guess all backbones in the end, end up broken
I guess all heroes in the end, end up choking

04. The Lion's Den

Music by Tennessee Murder Club
It resurrects ancient demons
That surface only to spit venom into the minds of men
Toxic are the chemicals that make it move
Nervous, shaken, control comes unglued

Nervous, shaken, control comes unglued
Time wasted, spent chasing, harvester of solemn sleep
Unnerving, demanding, must refuse the serpentine
Why can't I turn this thing off? Just wanna carve it from my fucking brain

Walked, right into the lion's den
Now, hoping for the quick end
Walked, right into the lion's den
Now, hoping for the quick end

Time wasted, spent chasing, harvester of solemn sleep
Unnerving, demanding, must refuse the serpentine
What's in it for me? That's not enough
What's in it for me? It's never enough
It's never enough

Tracing my way, Through endeavors past
Finding not one worth a roach in the trash
Carve it from my brain
Carve it from my brain

05. Spade and Lyme

Instrumental

06. Flesh Mob

Music by Tennessee Murder Club
Defaced, unnamed, let loose, unchained, guiltless, deranged
Senselessly slay, they never find a trace, they never sense foul play
They think you're dead, they close the case
No one hears you cry, no one hears you scream

Now you're left for dead and you're begging
You try to run but you're bounded, mark it on the wall another victim
When it appears so hard to conceive, the very presence of evil it be
Even if you're found, just what would you say?

Five men without a face came and took me away?
The feeling, true horror, pure demon, macabre
Defaced, unnamed, let loose, unchained, senseless slay
They never find a trace, never sense foul play

They think you're dead, they close the case
No one hears you cry, no one hears you scream
Now you're left for dead and you're begging
You try to run but you're bounded, mark it on the wall another victim

07. Chloroform

Music by Tennessee Murder Club
We know where you live, we're coming
We know where you live, we're coming for you
Suffer then perish, all will die, no one lives
Unleashing hatred, run and hide, you will reap it

Showing no mercy, close your eyes can you see god?
True love is torture, and i just might be falling for you
Stacking the bodies, chloroform they breathe
Thirsting for violence, we drink til we can't see

So unexpected, arm grabs you from the fog
It tears your ass apart and leaves you to the hogs
It tears your ass apart and leaves you to the hogs
Did you really think you should walk home all alone?

What did you think? We were just gonna let you go?
This is closure, in it's purest form
Days turn into weeks now
No one rests until you're found

If they could see the look on your sad, miserable fuckin face
If they could see the look on your sad, miserable fuckin face

08. Cyborg Deathbed

Music by Tennessee Murder Club
Once a thriving entity, thing of synthetic perfection
Man at birth, hardened by time, touchable by no one
Now a heap of corroding earth, stripped of all its worth
Bio-mechanical moments of glory now are distant to see

Flesh that infused is rotted and gone, left to corrode as debris
His will to kill and without ever taking fucking names, his will to kill
Trembles the flesh against the edge of the razor, we find
Cursed are those who push back at the blade

Sent to the stake, those who question their nature, they try
Cursing all those who welcome the blaze
Cursing all those who welcome the blaze
Gears that turned, filled with dirt, rusted and crumbling cease
Faced with the end, no innocence left, hollowed out his arteries

This self destructive, putrid waste felt no love
The horizon is his face turns to blood
So hard to believe, that cyborg was me
So hard to believe, that cyborg killed me

09. Imperium

Instrumental

10. Gray Matter

Music by Tennessee Murder Club
So this is it, this is the edge of the cliff
Black is the cloud, never leaving
Brightest of the stars never looked so filthy
Oh sweet life please come find me

There is no doubt, becoming violently ill
Wrapped in the shroud, sick and creeping
Prized works of art never looked so ugly
Oh sweet death, please come take me

Stuck is the rat that swallowed the bait
Digested now, vomits too late, always too late
Fell from the vine, hard ground beneath
Became the wine they won't dare drink

Every little glimpse of hope once known
Is now the giant shit heap we call home
And every little step ahead that's made
Dissect to find the truth behind, the truth is grey

11. Recluse

Music by Tennessee Murder Club
Chalk up another loss, failures so easy to be
Short fused and taking damage, ties from all men be cleaved
Retaliate and take the blame, they shun his name

In every way hates the game, cannot relate
Envisions a non-competitive man
Can't alleviate the urge to sever
Out grinding your teeth, the recluse sleeps

Silence exists only in empty streets, the recluse dreams