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Worlds end - Heathen

"Beyond in time the Astron glows Tune into your inner past The intervals of light Between two successive nights The mind predicts the maze Cold and dense, but fast as light Mercury, the messenger stands"

Morbid Curiosity - Heathen

"(Piercy/White) Drawn forth by terror, they gather to see The wreckage and the carnage, it's like a disease We read it in the papers, we see it on the news Conditioned by the media, how can we refuse? Sirens"

Hypnotized - Heathen

"Masses form into religion to fulfill their lives Seeking answers in the bible, hear their helpless cries Mindlessly, no thought, they follow false prophets of the flesh Depend on the spirit of the One"

In memory of - Heathen

"I'll never be the same "never" forever our lives were changed knowing the memory of you nothing last forever, no never nothing ever stays the same theirs really no one to ble We live and we die, were there's"

Far, Far Away, In Heathen Darkness Dwelling - Hymns

"Far, far away, in heathen darkness dwelling,Millions of souls forever may be lost;Who, who will go, salvation's story telling,Looking to Jesus, counting not the cost? "All pow'r is given unto me,All pow'r"

The Sunks - Cursive

"Surrender your furniture push the television out the window overmedicated, this must be the sunks if you can't understand the blues you don't know much With much love for science and a youthful defiance we"

The Martyr - Cursive

"And so it's begun This is year one The birth of a child in the form of a man Wrapped in towel Passed out on the floor These drunken hours -- graces deflowered Cast down by an angel She used to kiss his"

The Casualty - Cursive

"The night has fallen down the staircase And I, for one, have felt its bruises Equilbrium; inebriated Our social graces have been displaced As we sink deeper into the drink The volume increases.... Night"

The Recluse - Cursive

"I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home. The room is littered with her books and notebooks. I imagine what they say, like, 'Shoo fly, don't bother"

Into The Fold - Cursive

"The Shepherd: I cat't say I've always been honest; you can't say I've done a disservice. The girl, she's just a child. She's got a lot to learn, and I'm helping out. Your deceit is under your wing."

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