1. |
Welcome To Murder City
02:50
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When all hope is gone
You found the strength with a loaded gun
For a liar and a coward
No mercy just an outline in powder
Fear is not an option
For a city at war
We started this fire
For the hungry and poor
And when night falls
We watch it burn
Why would you fucking test me
Why would you fucking betray me
Why you
Two timing mother fucker
You’ll get what you deserve
Two timing fucking mother fucker
You’ll reap what you’ve sewn
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2. |
Ruby
01:45
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Fuck Fuck Fuck
We found hell in your churches
We kissed their dirty feet
We made love on your alter
Now set us free
No ransom
No order
No rhyme
No reason
No hope
No heaven
No love
No mourning
Eleven thousand days no way out
No light escapes
We're all hostages here
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3. |
Gangways And Fronchrooms
03:56
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hate has no home here, but hate is all we see.
they hold you down, and sit back to watch you bleed.
bring back the love,
the love we lost.
bring back the hope,
the hope that’s gone.
bring back the hearts,
the hearts you bled.
bring back the dream,
the dream is dead.
meet us in the gangways
meet us when the lights go out
meet us armed and ready
meet us for the death of heaven
bring back the love.
bring back the hope.
bring back the heart.
bring back the dream.
-x2
god is dead.
end to end.
nothing’s left.
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4. |
1160 N Sedgwick
05:18
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Theirs a devil in the white city
This is my fever dream
Cloud nine like heaven and hell
It’s bursting at the seams
The sky is painted white
It’s a fine line
And the devil sings
I don’t ever wanna love July again
I don’t wanna have to lie again
Love come wake me up up from this fever dream
Love pull me out before I start to sink
This the means to a bitter end
This the fucking end of everything
I wish I could bring you back
To see you one last time
To hold you close to hear your voice
To heal the hell I hold inside
Keep moving forward
Keep your head held high
Don’t ever lose your faith
You’ve come so far in life
Today doesn’t define you
Show the world how bright you shine
You are never alone
When everything comes down on you
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5. |
Who Killed Ruthie Jean ?
03:08
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We’ll burn this city to the ground.
There is nowhere left to run.
These walls will crumble down, there will be nothing left to take.
And we will die together, on the front lines of this fight.
The flames will reach the sky, our souls will burn so bright.
Now we are bound for nowhere, and we are bound by nothing.
And now we are become death,
Destroyers of fucking worlds.
This city’s annihilation, death shimmers in all these lights.
These walls will crumble down, there will be nothing left to take.
And we will die together, on the front lines of this fight.
The flames will reach the sky, our souls will burn so bright.
Now we are bound for nowhere, and we are bound by nothing.
So suck my fucking dick from the back!
Where’s the soul in this machine?
All we beg for is sleep.
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6. |
Devil in The Dark
03:45
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On a path of self destruction
Theirs no stopping now
We’re dancing with the devil
Their is no way out
Like Christ crucified on the T
This earth is a living hell
Your god has fucking failed you
Salvation comes by the blade
As I walk through the valley of death
I shall fear no fucking man
You will know me by the trail of the dead
The hounds have been summoned
The door has been opened
The price has been payed in blood
And Now we Rise
And then they went up in unholy fire
A gorgeous searing inferno
It Consumed their fuckin souls
Until their body’s fell from the sky
In the end all mortal flesh must burn
It’s been a dog day afternoon
We fall back hoping
Death comes ripping through
This world is so damn cold
Even though it’s fucking on fire
And all these buildings burn
As the freezing winds start to blow
On a path of self destruction
Theirs no stopping now
We’re dancing with the devil
Their is no way out
We all end up the same
Reclaimed by the earth
We’re all equal in her eyes
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7. |
Lords Of Lawndale
03:50
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the world is fucking restless, purging one flood at a time.
the golden leaves cut us open, we bleed into the streets.
we don’t need your thoughts and prayers, they bring no hope for us.
i see the sky open up
and all the hell thats coming home.
there’s so much more to say, but what else can we do? our worst fucking nightmare, is finally coming true.
we’re all junkies after all.
just let us breathe.
tell us just “grin and bear it”. how much more can we take?
our blood has filled the streets, it flows into the lake.
we stare death in the face, and scream out “take us away”.
take us away.
he whispers back “oh just you fucking wait”.
and when he comes, believe he won’t be late.
there’s fucking blood in the streets.
there’s fucking blood everywhere.
there’s fucking blood on my hands.
there’s fucking blood on my hands.
fuck.
hell is coming home
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8. |
The Men Behind The Wire
04:17
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bow down, for the midwest blessing. chicago typewriters start to sing.
the days are long and the feeling sinks, we’ve been here far too long.
we wash away the dread, with even stiffer drinks.
and when the fire spreads, where will you fucking be?
i fucking hope right next to me.
these buildings that we worship, will become our fucking graves.
we were born into anger and pain, a generation lost to the times. this is the timeline that god abandoned.
this is how we wage war
No more war pigs have the power
This is a promise and a threat
Armored cars and tanks and guns
Came to take away our sons
But every man must stand behind
The men behind the wire
Armored cars
Tanks and guns
The end of man
Soon will come
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9. |
106 Miles To Chicago
05:09
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we’re not ready for the storm
it’s gonna swallow us all
we’ve got a full tank, but only half the heart
they built this city
they built this city on blood and hope
this is revenge, this is the end
it’s always darkest, before the dawn. it’s always loudest, without the sun
you will reap what you’ve sewn
you have to run, but there’s nowhere to go
it’s always darkest, before the dawn. it’s always loudest, without the sun
there’s a crack in the hour glass, this repeats over and over again.
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HOSTAGES Chicago, Illinois
Formed in the city of broad shoulders. This four piece brings back the nostalgia of the early - mid 2000's Chicago hardcore sound.
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