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07-28-2008, 08:36 AM
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Light Grenades
Based on and taking the hook a line or two from the Incubus track of the same name. Got plans to make this fucker an audio when i get 5 minutes to record.
Original Lyrics: http://www.metrolyrics.com/light-gre...s-incubus.html Original Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFfX_6YjyiI Light Grenades
Survived the plague, floated the flood, Just peeked our heads above the mud No one's immune, deafening bells, My God, will we survive ourselves? I'm not an alarmist but someone should break the grades To get their attention start lobbing the light grenades Bursts of light hurt the sight, adrenaline to the brain Like a dose of cocaine, now i pen for the slain War's the status quo, motivation to slay a foe Car bombs by the boatload, what a way to go! No peaceful agreements, but treaties in secret Demons police the furthest reaches, but we can't keep up Beams of wisdom like bullets, beating off the strange And in precision we pull it, here's chamelonic change Tight showers of lead, makes for hours of dread When this madness should be locked up in a tower instead Pull that red t-lever down, all of us proceed to drown All these anxietys we try and flee and then defeat with sound Pull the pin out, count to three and throw for your life These are the light grenades to save us and they're blowing tonight Survived the plague, floated the flood, Just peeked our heads above the mud No one's immune, deafening bells, My God, will we survive ourselves? Survived the plague, floated the flood, Just peeked our heads above the mud Wipe off your face, we've come this far Come on, remember who you are!
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 Stamping on the testicles of defeat!
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07-28-2008, 07:06 PM
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weep for lost babylon, the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog bordered by a sea of faults, fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt screaming shots, police and chalk, wingless fallen demons walking among us as people... -.5Kut |
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