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Knives & Stabbing Weapons

from FROM HELL by THE MURDERING

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We are the dream
We are the words on the tongue
The ache in your bones
When the world falls silent
And its not enough
To pray for the end cause
We are the warring kind
We only have what we've got cause we give what we get
But it won't mean shit
If we don't leave here tonight

I walk with strangers in my sleep
A thousand miles, a thousand eyes that bore generations deep
I don't ask for their secrets, I keep to the road, keep to the skin
With bodies warm and bodies numb, it begins

But the catacombs drag me under, barren as the soul that was made for murder
We can never forget the sound of the catalyst buried deep

So take me away and apart from the inside
There is no time left, but so much to gain from your voilence
I'm crossing thesse oceans to wait for the snakes to emerge
I won't be the man who will wake up in a thousand years and be left to wonder 'Oh God, what the fuck have we done?'

Cause I am the words on your tongue
The ache in your bones
I am the world gone silent
It's not enough, just to pray for an end
Cause I'm the warring kind
We only have what we got cause we give what we get
But it wont mean shit
If we dont leave here tonight
Empires will rise and fall, scatter their bones beneath our feet
Truth is not the answer, but decide for yourself

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from FROM HELL, released June 22, 2016
Recorded by Craig Honeysett @ Dotted Eight Studios, Orange & Nik Carpenter @ Core Studios, Gold Coast
Mastered by Nik Carpenter @ Core Studios, Gold Coast

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Australian Death-Groove.

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