TRAP THEM LYRICS

1. Day One: Insomniawesome

Put on your mask
Put on your gloves
We're heading out
We're going down
Drowning
Draining
Blazing
This feast is the feast of the rabid
When all the sheep's blood washes off the wolves
It'll haunt you all
It'll fuck us all
Keep you running and roaming
Keep you starving and stalling
This feast is the feast of the hunted
Prepare

2. Day Two: They Followed The Scent Of Jihad All The Way To The Thieves Paradise (We Will Bring Our Riot To The Courtyard Of The Cunt Heir To The Throne)

It's alright, I'll sit this out...and see how bad you fuck your virgin voyage
Kiss the blood on the back of your hands, and lick the necks for the water you've spilled
Are you ready to fall?
Ready to break?
I've never told you, but I've been changing the locks on these goddamn doors
So you can't make your way out
So get in that room
Stand on that chair
Kick it out from under your feet and let's get on with the show
The greatest revengers
It's the ones who got fucked so subtle
The ones who remained so quiet as they marked their turns
And the greatest remembrance?
It's when we buried you with your glamour and a blank page
Because that's all you've ever meant
Put your hand on the bible
Put your tongue in this cheek
This is holy gospel choirs choking on the dirt we fucking speak
The greatest revengers
I've walked in your churches
Your halls and your schools
And your warehouses
And I've pissed in your pools
I'm starting with one
I'm ending with all
There won't be flags flying or sirens wailing
Distress calls or towers falling
Just the sound of shovels digging
The greatest revengers
The greatest revenge
We end unbelievable
We end in battles
We end unforgettable
We end in holy wars
We are the greatest revenge

3. Day Three: Instant Circulation

Lessons
Submissions inept
Yeah, I fucking lost them like my teeth
Expressions came their blood
While the vital lost it's touch
Damage
You're sweating your growth on a chart?
I've seen results from emergency room jaunts
Yeah I fucking lost them
Just like your gagging queen
She walked while you battled and I told her
"Get away. Now"
As confessions go, we're elite
Lessons
Lost them like my teeth
Fuck all, this failgiver is free

4. Day Four: Collapse And Marathon

Saw the price tag you put on your eyes and ears
And watched as you sold your mouth for the lifestyle of a saint
You got on your caps and buried your mug in that hole
It's always the ones with the most cracked driftwood imaginations
That buy into the thickest of crucifixes
The biggest of brick walls
The brightest of whitewashes
We won't serve any boundaries
No borders of blood, no altars of worship
No buildings of damnation
No kingdoms built on rape and slaughter
We'll never be sacred lives
Only traitors
Our war is the war you won't listen to
The war you won't speak of
The battle for the battle of the breath
When it fades, when it settles
When it burns and crumbles
We'll be your traitors
And we survive
We survive

5. Day Five: Garlic Breakfast

Align your devotion
Decide on your weapon of choice
Whether it be earth, water, wind or fire
Bleed true nature forever, however you desire
The filters are clogged, nails all rusted over
Miles upon miles of deliverance scenarios
With everything taken for firewood enemies
Luck starved and shooting
Agree on distinction
With dissention amongst the ranks of commanding sugar coated generals who crumble and melt away
Always infinitely
Who will battle the beast?
Lay waste to the clear cutters?
Crush you
Destroy you
Deface you
Debase you
Your weapons will
But, your weapons won't answer the smell of the frail

6. Day Six: Fucked As Punk

You and I
We're cut from a different soap than the rest
We got wreck in our fluid and it makes grenades get stuck in the talk
We clean our own abrasions
Our own decisions
While the clan outside that iron curtain still rolls in the mud
Maybe it's the ethic
The lack of a pattern
The thrill of the kill from the hunt that we build
Then again, it's all perspective
So put your fucking guilt away
Walk down that corridor with your limit in hand
And call out for the riot
What did you do before your first night of bastard life?
That's right
You slept your full eight and pledged alliance to the most miserable craft
I don't want to go back to those grounds
We washed our hands, so let them fend for themselves
We all gasp like an ultimate heist
We won't sleep until we know
Until you know
Until I know...

7. Day Seven: Digital Dogs With Analog Collars

I haven't slept in shifts
Vexed and wrecked like the print you infect
Diligent
Honest
Aside from that, we've got some points to discuss
They involve you in that furnace
Me in this program
And Mary in her hotel room waiting for the drill to drop
Hang your hat from that hook/link/sinker
There's no outlets
So you're gonna have to recharge on stockpile, grade A belligerence
So I say let it ride
On six wheels with seven days we ate our stark, nude ambition plated with coercion
Blood money in a collection box
It's not wrong what's in these lungs
It's not wrong at all
I'm telling you, sweet charity
Say it
Let it ride

8. Day Eight: Destructioneer Extraordinaire

I know how we talk
I know how we work
This is hostility, deceiver
This is hostility, and you can put it wherever you'd like
Amongst the curdled soil in our backdoor bribes
Under our strobe-lit crimbes
Won't concern me anymore
Can't arrest me anymore
Won't defeat me anymore
I am who we are
I am one
A fallen fighter under weight of universal gun
And I want your gold
All of it
Because I'm no god
Because I'm no good
Because I'm your fault
And just like another anticipated autumn crash
We end with earth in our hands
Our knees in distressed walk along
And our faces in dry dead grass
Yeah I am one
I am your silver tongue
The pills you take at your humid wake
The pills I've always (never) done
No, I'm not your saint
Not your flesh on stone
This guilt in destination
Or your drunken bag of bones
And this can't be your story, reporter,
Because it's all mind, all mine
And you are not my angle, my distance
We left those days behind
So yeah I'll be your god
I am my father's son
A am my mother's child
And I'll submit to none
I'll be no one's cause
This is all I want
This is hostility, deceiver
To be your greatest failure
To be your darkest sinner
I'll be your greatest failure
I'll be your darkest sinner
I'll beat everyone
I'll be everyone
I know how we talk
I know how we work
I am who we are
I am one

9. Day Nine: Hollow Factory

What's it like eating that lunch?
Feasting on that wrecking ball
So, you've got some roles to reverse and some Polaroids to bake into your mold
It all functions on the same timekeep
Just like we breed
Below the radar
Under that fucker
This is your testament
Some things don't get fixed
No, team, they don't
You'd rather choke on the sawdust of the 'would's'
Listen up, glory fades
Listen
This will be the seamripper of all your credit fetish

10. Day Ten: Swine Into Silk

None of this sounds right to me
So, let them come and get me for this
For fucking saying it
They know where we all live as it is
So fuck it
Come and get me
Try and fucking find me
We're no secret
I'd rather be a blade in the face of a hunter than another sinking ship
At the bottom of a hidden harbor of welfare water and pension plans
Come and get me
Of platinumized lives and celebrity scams
I'm no secret, I'm just your fucking night
We're not safe

11. Day Eleven: Threatnurse

Forget about that film
That one with the rounds we make
With the guns we hold up to the temples we build
And from what I recall
It ended on a sour note
Just like that call where the rug was pulled from underneath you
You're not going to last, Mr. axe-grinder
Not like this
With your general store know how and your future all lodged in plastic
They make suits for your weekdays so that you can decide
Which one looks best for you to buried in
Constant rotation
Unending relief?
With the culture you speak?
Not on your fucking life (or lack thereof)
Guard up
We're about to choose sides
And get on with out headlines

12. Day Twelve: All Hands On The Medic

Maybe the bombs look better from where you're standing
Maybe the chronic fatigue and lifeless noon-times
Are something you've been waiting for
But I don't see it like that
Taking harm for health and blood for tolls
Your three piece isn't war paint
And your polished vocabulary still doesn't get you to say what you want
So I stole your students
I gave them color in their faces and revolt in their steps
Let them call out all of your officials with half truth blindfolds
And gave them reason to strip all of your system failed defense
Took all of your lab coats and handed them to the frozen faces
In the dark alleys on these midwinter nights
Lifted all your padlocked journals and plastered all the hidden antidotes
On every billboard that boasts your names, your cancers, your invasion techniques
We offer shower for the victims
Of your presence, your ultimate degradation
This is final
This is seizure







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