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Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster




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Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster (25.10.2005)
25.10.2005
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The ones that carry never back down.
I want to be the bullet that brings you to your knees.
You ran,I'm still swinging.
Feel your insides as they grow weak.
Forgive me for this on the other side I won't hurt you.
Angels a stage that never ending hell in your eyes.
Your truth those secrets you regret, but you always go back.
Give it sometime sweet one he'll show your soul for all who believe to see.
Your wrongs will not go away.
Hard times are coming.
You wanna feel this.
Come a little closer it's time you see these scars.
A true friend takes without giving.
Was it worth the while burning us up.
When the oath that bound us was more than words.
Heretics claiming the Savior as their own.
I have the book and it's warned me of you.
And you think hurting me really helped.
Believe me it's coming around.
When you panic tonight just think of me


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Here we go again.
I believe you, but I've always been one to take advantage of.
If the blinders were just gone would you then feel Jesus.
You've seen miracles I know you.
Faith comes like the waves.
Not much for leaders to little control.
And the joy is all material real as you want to believe.
Now is not time for reality.
Salvation just an emotion like the one you're riding now.
The foundation was never there.
Turn or burn not the most peaceful thing, but truth is out of my hands.
Love is never easy.
Not to attractive for the weak


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You've ruined all my endings.
Stayed safe I'll drown in time.
The abuse had you and it was long overdue to let it go.
This love division casting stones fighting for you.
I don't think you heard me I said fighting for you.
So close to commitment did I miss out or make it away just in time.
We don't care they say call it off, and what's said by many goes.
I feel abandoned, but It feels good.
No screams from you this time.
Stronger and better without you.
Face the facts I ain't coming back


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Always knew the pyro would come out in you
It just took some patience
Then again I'm always right
You'd think you were dying so you drift it passes time
It brings out the lesser in life
All is mine in the closed eye life frustration's about to break the silence
The dark so nice when twitches progress
I make the calls sweat pouring by thousands
Set up the lights
alarms shouldn't come like this
All is mine in the closed eye life frustration's about to break the silence
I'm not ready to part
Come on you can't leave me like this
Make your move fast so relieving this will last through your passing away
Your Passing away
All is mine in the closed eye life frustration's about to break the silence


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Distant from faces hollow and uncomfortable.
I haven't been up or down in so long, but believe me.
Depression just takes too much and I'm far to drained to give her what's due.
I live for defeat.
Find myself searching for the worst.
Take me where I need to go.
I'm much to tired to live alone.
Making a life dead on the inside.
Circulation like 65 at 5 and it never lets up.
Tomorrow I'll forget what drove me to this paper, but I'll use it anyway.
Like the friends and family I love and ignore.
God give me a reason to love this place.
Come on just one more reason.
Making a life dead on the inside.
Circulation like 65 at 5 and it never lets up.
I'm trying to shake these bitter days but it never lets up.
Making a life dead on the inside.
Circulation like 65 at 5 and it never lets up


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Loaded down ready to end it all.
Coming this far can't be a nothing.
Flirting with death everyday, but we don't make mistakes.
Martyrs this blood makes.
Digging the graves for the valleydale saints.
Farewell comes when your breath becomes mine.
Such a sweet goodbye.
Years brought me to this moment and these plans are what young dreams are made of.
You're laying silent but I thought you ruled this town.
Never second guess revenge.
Not much for fast lines, to me it's just a ride.
Knowing your burning tonight.
Sympathy's for the weak.
Born to make false models become one with their disease.
A psychotic dream you hear him calling.
The Lord helps those who seek relief


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Not many run-ins with the blade.
Just always missing the worst but it always comes.
Praying to a savior you never loved.
They said you made it.
A few of us disagree.
Compliments of the red letter king.
You've made me numb and it's all my fault.
My my I think I've become one of the weak.
Maybe I should be leaving giving you quite the resting.
Forgotten what happiness feels like.
I'm the hypocrite you wrote about


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Another recovering dependent lost on your shift, the reasons still remain blank.
These pages I hoped to never write.
Another ordinary panic day involved in past stories.
My best didn't come close.
In love with the past I hate more than you.
Wasted away for awhile at this farewell.
Take me home to southern remedies come on baby.
And for all your hate just blame me.
Just like your love by the beach.
On your way to the top.
Always had a feeling you seemed like the perfect enemy.
I'd wish this all go away.
I'll do what it takes to burn yesterday.
When you're blue and beautiful you'll see what you've become


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Dressed like angels, just off the medicine show
With track marks, painting such a pretty blue
Last one in line for the healing of woes
I can see the faces looking pretty grim
Ambience foretold and now this stone is caving from within
Our simplicity, lost or whatever the cost, you better start running
Ambience foretold and now this stone is caving from within
Our simplicity, lost or whatever the cost, you better start running
Whores with halos, wishing for wings
Your children yearning for their disease
Give us that potion to make everything right
Feel the healing spiking my veins tonight
Give us that potion to make everything right
Feel the healing spiking my veins tonight
You want the pack, we're blazing through
Run for the hills, run for the hills, the south's gonna take you
Whores with halos, wishing for wings
Your children yearning for their disease
Smoke liftin, my mark, on the street
Hell's comin, watch the followers meet


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I couldn't catch my breath, layin there
Fading in and out, and I can remember Mother tellin me
"Home is where the heart is", but my heart has long been black
Comin to the end of my road, but I never wanted it like this, not like this
Lookin over where they lay my mother, and louder and louder I screamed her name
But she wouldn't say anything
This way all too familiar, but I've never been on this side of things
Memories of my brothers racing through my mind
And soon I know we'll all be together again
The sound of gunfire, so loud and rapid, but it seemed to be so quiet around me
And out of nowhere, I feel a peace cover me
I reach down to re-load my ticket home
The taste of cold steel on my lips, and a second later
Silence fills the January air
They carried us off, and laid us in the city, to let the public see of our defeat
But we still live on, we live on
Years may pass, but the story will be told
Of Mother Maylene, and us, her Sons of Disaster


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