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Альбом Cancer Bats


Birthing The Giant (06.06.2006)
06.06.2006
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Pneumonia Hawk (feat George Pettit of Alexisonfire)
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One Take, one try, hoping things gonna turn out right
Regrets, can't find, all my reasons are right inside
wrong way, wrong time, no telling I'm feeling fine

Lost out, too slow, can't tell me that this won't go
This is all a wasteland, it's all a waste
This is my dedication, I love my generation
We are the ones who'll die
wrap up your explanation, I'll never learn my patience
we are the ones who'll die

Fast track, lost time, done living this life in line
Skipped steps, can't wait, given up on what i hate
Too dark, won't shine,so strange I'm feeling fine

No chance, no show, can't tell me this won't go
This is all a blackout, we all fade to black
This is my dedication, I love my generation
We are the ones who'll die
wrap up your explanation, I'll never learn my patience
we are the ones who'll die

And when the rains did fall,
All y'all thought to call my name
If You missed what i said I'll say it again

The rated, the lost out, we are the dead, reckoned and restless
The uncast,the last picked, we are the yet unfulfilled
The bested, the outside, we are the lots left unleveled

The Graded, the worn down, can't tell us this wont go
This is all a dead end, we all end up dead
This is my dedication, I love my generation
We are the ones who'll die
wrap up your explanation, I'll never learn my patience
we are the ones who'll die

we are the ones who'll die trying
we are the ones who'll die

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Lets do this, Yea, this reckless life, 1..2..3..4
Chances all, written off, write our own, prevail

This blood we drink, in our hearts
Take back the bonds that break us
Take back the oaths we swear
Take back to make things right
Young hearts be free tonight
And what we've got
This is out ammunition
And what we've got
This is out ammunition

Lets do this, yeah, this reckless love, making amends
Chance is ours, start a new, don't look back, prevail

This blood we drink, in our hearts
Take back the bonds that break us
Take back the oaths we swear
Take back to make things right
Young hearts be free tonight
And what we've got
This is out ammunition
And what we've got
This is out ammunition

Lets do this, yeah, this reckless way, yeah

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West side of this town we've got weighed down
Like minds all down 'till the end
Where we're living where we're laying our heads down
Doesn't really mater where you're from
Under skies that hve no end, I'd die without my friends
All the glimmering hearts with self-cut hair
All the prettiest girls with the brains that work
All the freshest kids with the heart guts shirts

In the midday or morning sun
we're living in a suitcase screaming-Let's go
In the evening or the falling rain
We're screaming our lungs out trying-let's go, let's go
we're rolling as good as it gets

Give me sparks don't give me regrets
I'm never gonna call it quits, I love the ones I'm living it with
This is a hell of a team we've got here tonight
All the glimmering hearts with the games on lock
All the prettiest girls with their stitched-tight slacks
all the freshest kids with their patched up backs

In the midday or morning sun
we're living in a suitcase screaming-Let's go
In the evening or the falling rain
We're screaming our lungs out trying-let's go, let's go

Promises, we're either sweet or we're dead
One thing to know about me, bsod
still rolling as good as it gets

Give me sparks, don't give me regrets
I'm never gonna call it quits, I love the ones I'm living it with
This is a hell of a team we got going tonight
All the glimmering hearts with their heads held high
All the prettiest girls with the death punk looks
Al the freshest kids with the villains&Crooks
In the midday or the morning sun
We're living in a suitcase screaming-let's go

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Hell yeah
It's time to head out
All the kids with the back eyes grin
It's time to shred out
If you know what I mean
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Yeah, oh my god, I swear
When hell kicked us out
At least we knew who we were
And I always wished we were half way there
With the state-side lights and the concrete air I swear

Young bucks get conscripts
Kids are searching on the radio
And ask yourself, you'd have done the same
Tough luck for new tricks
Kids are searching for the antidote
And ask yourself, we're all the same
All right now
This right here

This here is our context outbreak
Our ten-to-one creation
This valvoline project allstate
Our force fed reaction
And this is our good sense undone

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Break out the guidelines
Change the tides
we're waging war on engagements, and we're taking sides
This is everything, it's either sweet or I don't see the point
So overrated, your search for gold
The thought of chasing these landmarks
Never seemed to hold

Here's hoping that things will change
You know what i mean
You're never going to sleep again
Never sleep again
Lack of distraction and I'm feeling fine
I may not run on your racetrack, but I'm making time

Here's hoping things will change
You know what i mean
You're never going to sleep again
You'll never sleep again
You'll never, and you'll never
You're never going to sleep again
You'll never, and you'll never
You're never going to sleep again

Never- I will wave this banner here
wave this banner high
I will wave this banner here
Wave this banner high
Our own objective, our set of goals
We'll draft our own code of conduct
And we'll save our souls

Here's hoping that things will change
You know what i mean
You're never going to sleep again
Never sleep again

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No contemplation, no need, no cause
It's our distinction, it's in our flaws
Not in presentation, it's in our hearts
We don't fit in, we're unwanted parts
It's called recognition
Living or dying

We'll sing it, we'll sing it all
We'll sing the anthem for the lost souls
Dissemination, roll call, hands shown
We'll gain momentum, our numbers grown
Without resignation, we choose our own
This is our path, no grave, no home
It's called recognition
Living or dying

We'll sing it, we'll sing it all
We'll sing the anthem for the lost souls
Wreck your life, some good friends once told me
Each breath, each minute
We try our best to live this way
Yeah, we don't reap, we don't sow, yeah
We're writing bangers for the death bros

We'll sing it, we'll sing it all
We'll sing the anthem for the lost souls
We'll sing it, we'll sing it all
We'll sing the anthem for the death bros
I'll make this statement here
These are my undead brothers
These are my dearest friends

We don't need your palace to weather this storm
We just fuel this fire so we can all stay warm
We'll sing it, we'll sing it all
We'll sing the anthem for the lost souls
We'll sing it, we'll sing it all
We'll sing the anthem for the death bros

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This action, this time
Staking my get-up, breaking my stride
This is a way out or so I'm told
These here are some black cats ready to explode
This action, this line

Making me head out, saving my hide
All out of the mainline, I'm sold, I'm sold
Taken out of the straight line, it's fucking gold
This life we're living, all things are well
There's something I'll tell you

Everyone screams and we yell
We'll burn this down - wait up, wait up
Wait up, wait up, wait up for me
We'll burn these days, light up these nights
Tear through these years
Live out my life how I please
Because it's who I am
This I'll share, and this I'll say
Don't back down
This action, this sign

Bringing this let out, wasting my time
Time to show some attention, it's cold
You're either paying the ante, or you fucking fold
This is life we're living, all things are well
There's something I'll tell you
Everyone screams and we yell
We'll burn this down - wait up, wait up
Wait up, wait up, wait up for me

I'm living life, good god
I'm living life, good goddamn
I'm living life like a roman candle
Living life just throwing up sparks
I'm living life like a roman candle
I'm living life, just throw me a spark

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You keep on crossing those hearts
You keep on hoping to die
You keep on sticking those needles
You keep on telling lies
So strange, so much in common
We really see eye to eye
You've got this wrapped up tight
You're really saying everything right

So sick of your sons and daughters, not as they appear
I'm so sick of these double-crossers, being so sincere
I'm calling fraud, you're telling lies
I'm calling fraud, you're selling deception
So strange, good friends in person
Not the case behind my back
You let it slip tonight
You're the one to start this fight

So sick of your sons and daughters, not as they appear
I'm so sick of these double-crossers, being so sincere
I'm calling fraud, you're telling lies
I'm calling fraud, you're selling deception
Not sure what you've got to hide, you're little masquerade
You're living like camouflage, everything so staged
Not looking for a well cut piece of glass
We're searching for the real deal
Not looking for knockoffs sugar
We're searching for the real deal, c'mon!

So sick of your sons and daughters, not as they appear
I'm so sick of these double-crossers, being so sincere
I'm calling fraud, you're telling lies
I'm calling fraud, you're selling deception
We're out looking for diamonds, so hard to find
We're looking for diamonds
I'm thinking it'll take our whole damn lives

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All the kids are bridge burning, throwing up their names
All the heads are street learning, stepping up their game
I’ll write the world, hey, hey
I’ll write it
I’ll write the world, hey, hey
I’ll write it
Write it yeah, write it all
All the city radiating not in this for the gains
All this is communicating its own kinds of fame
Everything will work out, everything’s fine
I the blacklisted cutting life with the red outlines
I the blacklisted running life with the red outlines, I’m gone
Everything falls
What I’m saying, lost
Worlds the same, yeah
Everything breaks
Breakdown, everything breaks, it all breaks down for me
Breakdown, everything breaks, it all breaks down for me
All the kids are still bombing, throwing up their names
Right on, the heads will keep it coming, that’ll never change
I’ll write the world, hey, hey, I’ll write it
I’ll write the world, hey, hey, I’ll write it
Hey, hey, hey, write it

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These ghosts we have, alive and well
These ghosts have passed, right through your hands
You'll never know, what's really here
You'll never know what's come before
We'll make these graves, unearth these tombs
These ghosts will haunt again
We'll make these graves, unearth these tombs
These ghosts will haunt again
History locked away
Memory locked away

You'll never know what brought us here
These ghosts we asked to lead the way
We'll make these graves, unearth tombs
These ghosts will haunt again
We'll make these graves, unearth tombs
These ghosts will haunt again

All this will be
All this will be forgotten, just give it time
All this will be forgotten
All of us dead and buried
Our breathless phantoms songs
All of us dead and buried, as your attention falls
Left only whispers carried, our breathless phantoms songs
These lambs will slaughter us
These lambs will make us living ghosts

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(featuring George Pettit of Alexisonfire)

Good goddamn, I've got things to say
And this will break your heart
If you're running shit
I'm running scared, running scared
I'm feeling low, in this city
I'm feeling low, in this town
It comes down to this, this one
This place is hell on earth
This place is the worst

Good goddamn have I got things to say
And this will break you're heart
If you're running shit
I'm running scared, running scared
I'm feeling low, in this city
I'm feeling low, in this town

Waste time for this, this one
Waste time for this, this one
Alright, we won't get no younger
Alright, we won't waste no time
Oh this place is heaven I think
Oh this place is
Alright, we won't get no younger
Alright, we won't waste no time
Oh this place is heaven I think
Oh this place is
All this, this one thing, wasting my time
All this, this one thing, wasting my time

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