3750 par The Acacia Strain - Paroles et titres de l'album

6 ContributorsCarbomb LyricsThis is the opening track to The Acacia Strain’s second full-length album 3750. The track is filled with slow, brutal, and dissonant palm-muting from the three guitarists the band had the time. It serves as… Read More This is true crime

4 ContributorsSmoke Ya Later Lyrics"The searchlights have stopped, that means the helicopters have stopped searching for me"

I finally got to see the sky, got to see the sky

I finally got to see the sky, got to see the sky

I finally got to see the sky, got to see the sky

And I finally got to see the sky

Bright red with brilliance, just like the blood that came

Shooting out of your eyes

Bright red like brilliance, bright red like brilliance

Bright red

 

I finally got to see the sky

I finally got to see the sky

I finally got to see the sky

And I finally got to see the sky

 

If you won't look at me, you won't look at anyone

If you won't look at me, you won't look at anyone

 

The comparison is astounding

 

As the grass turned the color of the sky, you told me you were sorry

Turned the color of the sky, you told me you were sorry

Turned the color of the sky, you told me you were sorry

Turned the color of the sky, you told me you were wrong

 

 

But that's what they all say, that's what they all say

On your knees and tell me you can live without me

Your empty sockets will serve as my love

Your empty sockets will serve as my love

5 ContributorsExtreme Wrath of the Jhiaxus Lyrics· I killed them all

· They are dead, every single one of them

· Not just the men but the women and the children too

· They were like animals and I slaughtered them like animals

5 ContributorsDrawn and Quartered LyricsDarwin read what he wrote and it all became so clear

This is evolution, theory, principle, fact

He can't turn the tables on the real

 

Add it up and it still equals four

 

Drawn and quartered in the prime of his life

Documentation is useless

A year later gone and forgotten

 

Nothing makes sense after a year

With no remorse, we walked away

The vultures made due with what was left

 

This is an endless cycle of destruction and reformation

There is no beginning nor end