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Oubliette PT: I / Haram
06:04
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Oubliette PT: I
You gave me more than I asked for.
I tried to fly with concrete attached to my ankles.
I tried to fly.
left in the oubliette with my vanity and shame.
you gave me more than I asked for.
I tried to fly.
you gave me more than I asked for.
you gave me more.
I tried to fly.
Haram:
1234
Violence, Violence
Your pain pleases like violins
Violins in the orchestra
The orchestra plays on
Slowly playing a song
A song for you
But no one can hear
Nor would they care
You're all alone in this
Grind your teeth and bare
Bare the cold bitter winter air
Violence, Violence
Your pain pleases like violins
Violins in the orchestra
The orchestra plays on
Slowly playing a song
A song for you
But no one can hear
Nor would they care
You're all alone in this
Grind your teeth and bare
Bare the cold bitter winter air
And all your choices are all your own
And all your choices left you all alone
Violence, Violins
All alone.
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High Horse
01:50
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Some shit doesn't deserve a response
But your life is stuck in rewind
Your mind is misconstrued
So if I'm the ignorant fool tell me friend what are you?
You'll find the head of your high horse
In your bed on the morning you wake
Mourning a wake. an arrogant fake.
Living life on your belly like a snake.
If we walk the path of shit
You're the one who put us there
You act like you're so deserving
No one said this life was fair
You'll find the head of your high horse
In your bed on the morning you wake
Mourning a wake. An arrogant fake.
Living life on your belly like a snake.
Like a snake...
You dug your grave...
Now lie in it...My so called brother
So fuck your high horse
and fuck you too
So fuck your high horse
my so called brother
FUCK YOU
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Closed Book
01:10
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This story's over
Close the book and run me over
Playing in traffic running head first into cars
I got a crack in my skull and a face full of scars
This story's over. this story's over closed book.
Closed book, I'm done. I'm exhausted and poor.
And this constant struggle has my back to the wall
They start closing in, I laugh then I fall
But my past is an anchor attached to the floor
This story's over
Close the book and run me over
Playing in traffic running head first into cars
I got a crack in my skull and a face full of scars
This story's over. this story's over closed book.
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The Circle:
Slow down, stay young, and try to survive.
Grow up, get old, get ready to die.
The circle.
This is what I call the circle
This life's just a circle
everything is just a circle
Oubliette PT: II :
Another non sequitur
A ruse, a cover
You're lying through your nicotine stained teeth
They are yellow just like your intentions
Left In the oubliette
Out of sight out of mind
Till the end of time
My bones turn to dust
Out of sight, Out of mind
In the oubliette,
my bones turn to dust
Discarded, displaced, Disposed of, Disgraced
forgotten In the oubliette with my vanity and shame
Left In the oubliette
Out of sight out of mind
Till the end of time
My bones turn to dust
Out of sight, Out of mind
In the oubliette,
my bones turn to dust
Like Sisyphus I am bound to this hell
Rolling boulders up and down this hill
Right back up, then right back down
Waiting in the rain hoping to drown
Yeah you mother fuckers
This is the hell to which I am bound
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WASTELANDS New Jersey
EST: 2013
NJHC
Mort - Vocals
Tito - Guitar
Dante - Guitar
Marlon - Bass
Jake - Drums
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