Tennessee Murder Club - Carving A Legacy lyrics
Tracks 01. Ante Mortem
02. Hellspeak 03. Polluted 04. The Lion's Den 05. Spade and Lyme 06. Flesh Mob 07. Chloroform 08. Cyborg Deathbed 09. Imperium 10. Gray Matter 11. Recluse 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 |