Hellbound
Eliminate, the life decline... I've paid the masters with blood and hunger...And it's not for sale by any stretch. It's like religion without a bible and the dragon that lives inside of my mouth and it speaks in the tounges, the word...     
(Chorus) HellBound in ft. worth texas
Snakes in southern flames. To bring the thunder; the great decieder would you believe in this or the ash? I do believe it and it's taking over... ACCEPT
(Chorus) Born to a world so young and proud. But over your head hangs a black cloud grow your hair and crawl inside yourself because there you cannot hide. Facing fears that you will overcome and one of there year you know you've won.
Goddamn Electric
There is apart of me that's always sixteen I've found the secret of eternal youth. Some get high on life or money, but there's an escape, drop out of the race. -To walk through world by ones self, you can't be protected... Your trust is in whiskey, weed and Black Sabbath- It's goddamn electric.
(Chorus) Don't waste your time, embrace it and then you will know yourself the change in you is goddamn electric. The weight of the world has lifted and parted my eyes roll blind to sight's that distracted through tunnel vision and dope-hair blinders I'll cut a path and evoke my will. To walk through the world by ones self, you can't be protected...Your trust is in whiskey, weed, and slayer, it's goddamn electric. (Chorus)  hand on the bottle, the other a shaking fist, rejuvinated, yet isolated, no pressure from the outside. My sight is goddamn electric and there eyes have seen a world, and entire goddamn electric system. (Chorus)
Yesturday Don't Mean Shit
There's nothing special about it. It's either there when you're born or not, gifted with talent are no big deal welcom to the death of a century...  (Chorus) Cause yesturday don't mean shit. What's over is over and nothing between. Yesturday don't mean shit. Because tomorrows teh day you will have to face there's no rewinding time. Because yesturday don't mean shit. Reliving old reviews is a useless tool of confusion.  Don't hold your breath for the turn-around come into the world of endless odds... (Chorus) (Mid) They will tell you all about guilt and in time you'll face the darkness... but darkness is a friend to you embrace and fly through the maddness flying past God and wars and conflict the oppresser is in you x2 (solo) (chorus) You protect you and I'll keep to myself it can only be that way.
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