1. |
I Am Fucking Hardcore
02:55
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Everyone
Stop what you're doing and listen to me
I have something important to say
Hey you in the back please ignore your friend
It's my turn now
Everyone meet me at the fucking bar
The next round is on you my so called friends
I'm going to drink at least one more than you
You mother fucker
I am fucking hardcore
I want you to know
Look, no one fucking made me
That makes me the man
Oh
Fuck, you sit the fuck down
Pony up to the bar
And grab a fucking drink
You don't need anything
You don't need anything
When you are a cowboy from hell
Because
I am fucking hardcore
And I want you to know
Look, no one fucking made me
That makes me
Makes me the fucking man
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2. |
Keep the Ink Wet
02:49
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Your dead weight
Is as ambitious as the plague
If we settle for what we have now
Let the final sentence dry
Lives filled with what-ifs
Punctuated with could have beens
Let's keep the ink wet
Dip the quill back in
There's no need to start the end
I will drag you on
Dead men nave no stories to tell
There is a thin line between here and hell
I can't see for the both of us
So keep your eyes open and look around
I could make you infamous
So if we finish the story now
Without reaching the end
Questions left unanswered
It's just never enough
When the pressure fades
Let's not explode
Your dead weight
Ambitious as the plague
It murders like the plague
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
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3. |
Finish the Job
02:29
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I used to have such hope for us
Why'd you have to fuck with the program
It's just business
Always business
Oh, so now you've got a conscience
Found a different definition again
Careful who you fuck in the process
Payback's a bitch
Just give me the tools
I'm gonna finish the job
I've seen the future
Just give me the tools
I'm gonna finish the job
I've seen the future
I'm gonna bury you all
The bigger the lie the more you believe
You're truth is a fragile thing
I used to have such hopes for us
Why'd you have to fuck with the program
I've had time to consider my options
What you deserve's got nothing to do with it
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4. |
Fruit for the Flies
03:41
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I will be there soon
You will be there too
I will be there soon
You will be there too
Only I will sense it
And note the stench that it brings
Taking in the elegance
And recognize the significance
Of Titan Arum's bloom
Eyes finally open
Best suit to impress
I can't see the fruit for the flies
I can't help but gag at the sight
I can't turn away
I will be there soon
To usher in the slow release
And escalate the void it brings
Then I will spit you out
Your eyes closed even though I celebrate
Your mouth mute and still
Your eyes sightless yet knowing
Even your enemies respect the style of death you bring
I will be there soon
You will fucking be there too
From the stench it was clear
That your fear had mastered you at the end
I can't see the fruit for the flies
I continue to choke on the sight
And I still can't turn away
And I still can't turn away
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5. |
King of the Cul-De-Sac
02:37
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I'm the king of the cul-de-sac
Check out my fucking trampoline
I've got beers on tap in the basement
John Deere keeps my lawn so fucking clean
Fuck
You wanna come at the king
You better not miss
Exile or death
There is no other option
I'm the mayor of suburbia
I'm the prez of the fucking HOA
I'm the keeper of the gated estate
John Deere keeps my lawn so fucking clean
Keep your kids out of my fucking trees
Keep your kids out of my fucking trees
Exile or death
There is no other option
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6. |
Lego Lake
02:21
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If ignorance is bliss
Why the fuck did you ask
No you can't have another chance
Because you've pushed me right over the edge
Here I go
And I'm taking you with me
I hope you like an empty room
I'm taking you with me
I haven't had any god damn sleep
The coffee pot is empty
And you're already on eleven
This headache is growing a fucking headache
If I step on another fucking lego today, bet
I'll box them all up and throw the mother fucking box in a lake
Don't you test me
Do you need some time in the corner
I think you do
Fuck me
If I step on another fucking lego today, bet
I'll box them all up and throw the mother fucking box in a lake
Don't you test me
If I step on another fucking lego today, bet
I'll box them all up and throw the mother fuckin box in a lake
Oh, hahahahaha
I'm just joking
I really really love you
Let's go to Target and buy some more shit
Your toys not changing a fucking thing
This ruse just taking you A to B
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7. |
Chainsaw
02:04
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When your only six
And dad takes the screens away
You might as well be
Stabbed in the heart with a chainsaw
Fuck
Forget the fist that you swung in a fit of anger
Your sister had it coming right
Spend some time in the corner another lesson to forget
Hey Dad, can I have a snack
Fist
She had it coming
You always get what you want
Well not this time
It feels like
Getting stabbed in the heart with a chainsaw
Take a breath
Grab me a beer
Walk away for a minute
Fuck
It feels like
Shit
A stab in the heart
With a chainsaw
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8. |
Can't Find the End
02:22
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I've been here time and again, I'm slipping
Is there an answer in this medicine
And that man is staring back at me
Questioning where did I go wrong
But I have got no answers to any questions
In the bathroom of this bar
There's more to life out there I'm missing
I can't find the end
What am I missing
I can't seem to find the meaning still questioning
Is there an answer at the bottom of this bottle
I don't consider myself a quitter
So pour just one more in search of an epiphany
I've come this far
Pour another
I've been here time and again I'm slipping
There is no answer in this medicine
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Willem Dafrend St. Louis, Missouri
Willem Dafrend is an emerging Metalcore outfit on the Saint Louis, MO, music scene. Their first full-length release, Nails, defines the band as unapologetic while bringing some levity to a genre that sometimes can take itself a too serious. With this new record, the band is taking their collective experience in a new direction and rekindling an energy and passion for music that never truly dies. ... more
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