1. |
A Spurred Horse
06:21
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A stranger appears as hopeful kin
to advance and procure
his sins on a land foreign to him
and as he arrives
he exerts his hope
on a skittish horse
to his new home
the land beckons
and calls
Pariah, you will fear my laws
And this land will keep you
in these four walls
as a scapegoat
and a rook
Sacrifice one of our own
For the greater
One pawn, dead in the street
To the wind
we spit
Our condolences
And if you run
A citizen falls
A fool takes the reigns
Death, ride along
Never walk alone
And he rides
To the death
Where’s my brother
He screams and shouts
And no one’s there, And no one cares
And no one’s there, he doesn't care
And he rides
Death
In
The Street
Dead
in
The
Street
To See
There’s no
Reason to go
Foreigner, stay
Awake
But he wastes
Away
Run
Away
But he ran
Away
There’s no point to fight for
(look at what you've created)
Find my
Father
And Get
The hell
out of
This place
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2. |
Randy
02:45
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I let go
to the sound of an animal
scared out of his mind
led by a torturous foreigner
hell bent on keeping everything that he loved in tact
Little brother
Can you hear me?
I can feel it
Taking over
Intermittent sound of animosity consuming me
Who’s the mediator when you’re the only one left?
Take the place of the hole, keeping you from moving on
two roles two brothers an animal the pawn
Heartache
Longing
Assume the role of one you don’t
Belong
I don’t
Belong
I don’t
Belong
I don’t
Belong
I don’t belong here
Wait, this is all wrong
I want to make this different
I want to get to a place where I’m comfortable
I am
Lacking your expectations
Nothing but a shell
My body burns
Like the flames in my mind
Brilliant
And dangerous
Calming
and mysterious
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3. |
Mitch
04:38
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I’m finally
ripped from house and home
Some thing
Beaten down, into a spectacle
to some
Ripped from house and home
One
Beaten down
If I were
To be alive
I wouldn’t
Mean a
thing
And I take the blame
For all of this pain on my family
No more
Fighting
No more
Hurting
Hooves like knives
Kick, struggle
Like water
On ice
But its not the moment, that kept me still
IT was the longing I felt
For the Kill
The animal wasn’t to blame
I’m a pawn and that’s my game
But now, I’ve ascended (from my lonely existence)
as a spectral being
of great importance
Everyone
Keep your head
Everyone
Keep your heads
Death is the harbinger
and Triumphs a weapon
It just lies in the way
That you keep your head,
And I’m learning
As one learns
And I’ve learned it
As one learns
My spirit lives
On
My spirit lives on
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4. |
Craig
03:31
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The sky screamed grey at me
The snow, mixed with ash
Felt tense as the time passed
What did they say?
No answer, just a head hung low
And shot through his gaze
Was a sign that told me to
Run, Run, Run
(Clutched close to my knapsack)
Run, Run, Run
(Foreign love, tyrant’s arms)
I prayed to nothing
The guilt took my soul
And I’d do anything
Just to take it back
But I lived to be
This mess of waste in my prime
I let my feelings outlive my reason
I’d take it all back
Kill me instead
Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run
I had to get away
Forebode my astral plane
I’m a murderer
with a face for theater
I hope his father finds
Me and kills for my crime
I’m not
Going to
do this
any more
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5. |
Keith
03:56
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I was a father
I was a lover
I was a teacher
and a scholar
On that morning
I sipped water
And started to wonder
with a gun to my head
I tore myself from a sunken chair
And began to weep
I'm a fucking wreck
With a half-dead family
And if she hadn't pushed me
I wouldn't have blacked out
I wouldn't have picked it up
I wouldn't have let it consume me
But I'm here with a sunken soul
Operating this broken home
Ten days after with a bottle in hand
Screaming at my last son, alone and scared
I want to find that murderous thief
Who took my youngest with his grinning teeth
Who led that animal to our town
And stood idly by as he raped our peace
I know
His face
Revenge consumes
me
I'm on
His trail
He knows
He's running
Three kicks to that inn door
And its open to an open floor
He washes inside
I knew it was him by his frightened eyes
That I'm not a man
I'm a fucking disease
And if I rot here
In this cell
I'll live it with
Til forth come hell
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