Cold Blood / Simple Math EP

by Despite My Pride

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released August 26, 2014

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Track Name: Little Eyes Looking Into Lobotomy
The second circle of Hell
the cheapest soul to sell
I'll keep the needle pristine
Just keep your eyes off of me.

They keep reality secret
I made my motive a mistress.
I made my shame a condition.
No resolution can fix this.

I'll keep the needle pristine.
My killer lives on a screen.
I made my motive a mistress,
and I don't deserve your forgiveness.

I gave my problems to Freeman,
And Judas swore as my witness.
My demons live in the past tense.
The devil gave me a sickness.

I need to Fight the New Drug.
I need to fight.

I'll rest in heaven with one eye
or burn in hell with two.

The prodigal son in secret
but my conscience won't let me keep it.

I need to Fight the New Drug.
I need to fight.

Be careful little eyes.
Be careful little eyes what you see.

I need to Fight the New Drug.
I need to fight.
Track Name: The Beginning Of Something Terrible
Two bullets for half a thought.
Distract me when all is lost.
Perfect harmony and imperfect balance of
Chemicals, chaos, and claws.

I’m a fraud
Tortured by my time.
Helpless to cannibals, forced to decide
Between sanity’s pride and
Hell’s indecision that’s
Wrapped itself into my mind.

Make way for the king of the damned.
Hard truth in the Promised Land.
If I could just call it by name I could rewrite my brain
And hope that the pills find their place.

The criminal caught and sleeping in winks
Dry cell until my parole.

Two bullets for half a thought.
Distract me when all is lost.
Perfect harmony and imperfect balance of
Chemicals, chaos, and claws.

‘Old Lag’
To the young at heart.
Felony fought and tried from the start.
The gavel bruised and the witnesses lie through their teeth
To get me to burn.

Oh, God
Tell me “this too shall pass.”
And tell me your love will last.
Tell me it’s not just all up in my head
And forcing my hand.

Obsessed.
Absent.

St. Thomas is calling my name and I answer every time.
This acronym won’t let me be.

I crave pity so much more than respect
And now pity is all that’s left.
Track Name: Witch Hunt
Let's not get carried away
and sell hope for judgement day.
No number for all the saved
and those who threw their lives away.

Set fire from the east to the "west"
hell fire if you fail the test.
You really think you know what's best,
when Christ died for all the rest?
Empty yourself of all but love.
Your emptiness inspires your witch hunt.

Don't ignore your thorns in the crown.
You hit those nails just as hard as I did.

Let's not get carried away.

You think you'll set them straight
with all the times you cried more weight?
You'll never give
and you'll never take.
No shame in wasted grace.

If there's hate in Sodom,
then there's hate in Eden.
In picket lines so solemn,
give no advice to free them.

Let's not get carried away
and sell hope for judgement day.
No number for all the saved
and those who threw their lives away.

You want to burn the witch
instead of all your sin.
You'll never know just what He said.
My scripture read: The witch is dead.

Ding, dong, the witch is dead.
The witch is dead.
Track Name: Black Lung
How can I call you brother
with your blood on my hands?
The claws that clipped your wings
will reach as far as they can.
I hate the look in your eyes,
I hate the skip in your step
and I hate the "sound and fury"
trading fortune for death.

you can't have him
and I've held my tongue
but can't stomach the weakness.
Hold fast to the eight-fold path
cold blood and simple math
past steeples made angels the enemy
and hardened the hearts of stone
Tell Screwtape to guard his heart
and give freedom before his scars
tell Wormwood we're coming for blood
and won't stop until we are with God.

Get behind me.
Even the demons believe.

You can't have him.

Breathe backwards
to show cold shoulders the way.

Soft words in the Sundays past
cold blood and simple math
not equal to martyrs or murderers,
madness for stagnant souls
If misery plagues you here
and misery plagues me there
no coward's bullet or blindness
can kill off the love he shares

I'll let "sleeping worms lie"

Black Lung

How can I call you brother
with your blood on my hands.

You can't have him,
not without a fight you can't.