THE BRIDE LYRICS
EP: "Synchronized Steps To The Sound Of Their Guns" (2007)
1. All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy2. An Artists Impression
3. Every Fight's A Food Fight If You're A Cannibal
4. The Black And White Fallacy
5. My Executioner Was An Arsonist
1. All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy
Your sweater won't keep you warm with a heart so fucking cold.
Your body is too hollow to accept the truth.
We can't all sing glory, with their blood on our teeth.
We've wasted our time counting limbs on the side of the street.
This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!
We're the first to spit back, in their judgemental eyes.
We're not afraid.
There will be no remorse!
FOR THOSE WITH NO RESPECT!
Your lipstick may hide your lips, but it will never hide your lies.
I put your heart and soul inside a body bag.
Too late to ask the whore for a little more cos i think hear God knocking on her casket door.
I treated you like royalty, and you gave me nothing, but you were no princess tonight you fucking slut.
So bow the fuck down, bow down to your superior.
No remorse!
FOR THOSE WITH NO RESPECT!
Oh, baby, you must have a package to deliver, 'cos I dont know who the fuck you are.
2. An Artists Impression
A stab in the back never looked so familiar.
The time has kept track of me for days on end.
It seems as if my plans have made plans of their own.
I watched them burn at the stake, at the foot of their own demise.
I'll be here waiting for my friends, even the best of them,
Will fade away.
You must have slipped through the cracks.
Yeah.
The night will change to reveal every imperfection on your face. (On your face)
What's the point of your exterior if it's empty beneath? (Empty beneath)
Guns aren't for playing around.
You don't look so tough now.
I'll take what's left,
And rip it from your chest.
Dim the lights, to hide the beast,
Yeah, and now,
YOU'LL ROT AWAY FROM BENEATH MY FEET.
Oh.
I'll be here waiting for my friends,
Even the best of them will fade away.
The night will change to reveal every imperfection on your face. (On your face)
What's the point of your exterior if it's empty beneath? (Empty beneath)
Mark my words, when you return,
This room won't be as warm as before.
[x2]
3. Every Fight's A Food Fight If You're A Cannibal
Hunger grows,
Through the town as food is craved...
Hunger grows,
Through the town as food is craved like a drug.
The little food the people have is worth more than gold. (Oh)
Days go by as the villagers resources are reduced to nothing. (To nothing, yeah)
The people can only sit back and watch as they are consumed,
By the pack of savages that poison...
Poison the town.
Each day a new sacrifice is chosen, (Chosen) [x2]
Hunger grows through the town,
And women are forced to eat their own young.
Every fight is a food fight when you are a cannibal.
The people that are left have died along with the rest.
Their hunger grows. [x4]
Every fight is a food fight when you are a cannibal.
4. The Black And White Fallacy
5. My Executioner Was An Arsonist
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