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Intro
00:27
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2. |
Birds of Prey
03:00
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First they line you up with your back faced to the wall,
Casting shadows of men 10 feet tall,
No more convictions in this world you've never known,
The thought of revolt makes you chilled down to the bone,
Fear cast on the faces when they tell you little lies,
How can you tell the truth with worn down bloodshot eyes,
Cast off the weak now it's time we better go,
You can’t wait on dreams in this world you've never known,
Never known!
Vengeance, can't break my,
Will to, survive this,
Plague that, divides us,
Trimmed and carved away are these,
Theories, that I must,
Cling too, I can't trust,
No one, it's blind luck,
Vultures coming in to take back what they don't own, I don't wanna to go!
You'd give up your firstborn no right you have to sell,
A token of gratitude to ensure your spot in hell,
No one can change no prophecy to make it true,
Til' then continue screaming black and blue,
Ink marks draw the lines to show the world your soul,
Carefully crafted illusions to trick the ones you know,
No breaks for breathing, you can't just let it be,
Perhaps in another lifetime the coward will be me,
Will be me!
Vengeance, can't break my,
Will to, survive this,
Plague that divides us,
Trimmed and carved away are these,
Theories, that I must,
Cling too, I can't trust,
No one, it's blind luck,
Vultures coming in to take back what they don't own, I don't wanna to go!
Vengeance, can't break my,
Will to, survive this,
Plague that divides us,
Trimmed and carved away are these,
Theories, that I must,
Cling too, I can't trust,
No one, it's blind luck,
Vultures coming in to take back what they don't own, I don't wanna to go!
Go! (X7)
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3. |
Hellbound
02:19
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I knew you’d come around could smell you from a mile away,
I knew the day would come and now your gonna pay,
No time to relax blacked out and lost control,
And now the heats on thick I think it’s time for me to go,
Mistakes that you’ve made,
The people you betrayed,
You thought you’d be ok,
You were mistaken,
You’re on another road,
One full of lost souls,
Journey into the unknown,
Beaten and shaken,
There’s no stopping what’s come upon me,
Faulty decisions you’ll have to live with!
No where to go and no where to stay,
There’s a place for me but it’s fucking hot and far away,
Mistakes that you’ve made,
The people you betrayed,
You thought you’d be ok,
You were mistaken,
You’re on another road,
One full of lost souls,
Journey into the unknown,
Beaten and shaken,
There’s no stopping what’s come upon me,
Faulty decisions you’ll have to live with!
Mistakes that you’ve made,
The people you betrayed,
You thought you’d be ok,
You were mistaken,
You’re on another road,
One full of lost souls,
Journey into the unknown,
Beaten and shaken
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4. |
Cuz Nelson Said So...
01:54
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Down in the Kootenay,
He said his son bailed,
Now he's all alone,
With no one to share all of his,
Bag of peyote,
He doesn't want to sleep,
He only wants to rock,
Now he's lying dead on Baker Street!
They said it couldn't be done,
The odds are a 100 to 1,
Someone get me another beer,
Western Frontline’s something to fear!
They said it couldn't be done,
The odds are a 100 to 1,
Someone get me another beer,
Western Frontline’s something to fear!
A few hours later,
He finally appears,
Back to the bar,
And drives away in his fucking car,
This is a true story,
Some say it's not,
But who will ever know,
The truth when you've downed two Jameson fucking shots,
They said it couldn't be done,
The odds are a 100 to 1,
Someone get me another beer,
Western Frontline’s something to fear!
They said it couldn't be done,
The odds are a 100 to 1,
Someone get me another beer,
Western Frontline’s something to fear!
Western Frontline is something to fear!
Western Frontline is something to fear!
Western Frontline is something to fear!
Western Frontline is outta fucking here.
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5. |
Life Support
03:01
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As I look around at the things that have come and gone,
Valuable pieces that mean nothing all been washed away,
Forgot for so long lost and never found,
That’s cuz it ain’t worth shit never comes around,
Never comes around!
As time goes by it feels like outer space,
Winning this never ending race the trials of each day,
Wake up hit the 9 to 5 the same routine,
Constant repetition it’s a never ending dream,
Never ending dream!
No time to think or speak no time to run or hide,
This grand illusion has been fully rectified,
Push forth the answer push forth the cause,
The truth is out there classified!
We were warned about these future restless days,
They have the answers but the questions can persuade,
Performing options of everyday lives,
One blink and then it’s gone right before your eyes,
Right before your eyes!
No time to think or speak no time to run or hide,
This grand illusion has been fully rectified,
Push forth the answer push forth the cause,
The truth is out there classified!
These shadows weigh heavy on my mind,
Feel my ship has sailed and left me behind,
No point of regress that can be found,
I’m feeling all washed up and starting to drowned,
Let’s go!
No time to think or speak no time to run or hide,
This grand illusion has been fully rectified,
Push forth the answer push forth the cause,
The truth is out there classified!
Classified!
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6. |
End Game
03:00
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Let's pump the brakes before we spin outta control, we'll grow the death toll,
Let's raise the stakes so we won't feel the blow, our kids will never know,
Let's kill the poor to displace your concern,
Let's crack the whip to force your every turn,
Let's fuck the face of our only planet mother,
Pick her bloody scabs one after another,
Kill the world,
Kill the world,
Kill the world,
Kill the....
Let's find a god to blame this all on, he'll be the guilty one,
Let's bring a sacrifice to the pantheon, our upper echelon,
Let's start a fire to heat the gated hills,
Let's go downtown and buy our daily pills,
Let's lash the back of our own blood maker,
Burn her wretched heart for her last gifted acre,
Kill the world,
Kill the world,
Kill the world,
Kill! The! World!
Kill the world,
Kill the world,
Kill the world,
Kill! The! World!
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7. |
Start Again
02:07
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Just when your journey comes to an end think you’re content,
It’s far from nowhere to go, whoa!
Wise man once said to me my friend don’t have to understand,
You don’t have to know, whoa!
Become a better man you live and learn and understand,
Out of time pull the pin hit reset and start again,
Life isn’t a race don’t have to be stuck in one place,
Out of time pull the pin hit reset and start again,
Become a better man you live and learn and understand,
Out of time pull the pin hit reset and start again,
Life isn’t a race don’t have to be stuck in one place,
Out of time pull the pin hit reset and start again!
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8. |
Nitwitz
03:49
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Catastrophic plans they’re stored away,
Are waiting for a raining day,
Everyone’s holding back don’t want the worse to come,
But the choice may fail anyway,
Are you angry or amused,
As we all watch this burning fuse,
All separated in different ways,
All triggered on the same queue’s,
We have no control on what happens tomorrow,
As we sit and wait as others decide our fate,
And who’s to say what is right,
It could get worse it could get better,
It’s not for us to know,
And who is right when it comes to say,
Is it wrong or is it ok,
Your opinions they don’t matter anyway,
What has happened is here to stay,
Some will cry others will appreciate,
The sick out comings but by then it’s to late,
The decisions were previously made,
And nothing can be done to clean that plate,
We have no control on what happens tomorrow,
As we sit and wait as others decide our fate,
And who’s to say what is right,
It could get worse it could get better,
It’s not for us to know,
Be but we’ll be alright,
As broken pieces lay on the ground,
Try to pick them up and dust is all they found,
History repeats itself and evil from deep beneath the crowd,
History repeats itself and evil from deep beneath the crowd,
We have no control on what happens tomorrow,
As we sit and wait as others decide our fate,
And who’s to say what is right,
It could get worse it could get better,
It’s not for us to know,
Be but we’ll be alright
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9. |
Holy War-Amps!
03:50
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These savage little men,
Who lie asleep at night,
Praying to their sacred God,
Whose wisdom states whats right,
Disgusted as a sect are we,
Two seconds from the fight,
Your false relentless jihad state,
Brings cowards towards the light,
From death we see in francophone,
To north African affairs,
For blood all shed NYS,
We hope you live in fear,
The stories that you believe,
Will have you counting prayers,
From sand to stone we'll carve the bone,
And leave you standing bare!!!
Cast your religious rhetoric,
We won't choose to live in fear,
Your xenophobic front trash talk,
You cower year to year,
The onslaught of the refugee,
To raped and mangled wives,
Your time has come we hope you run,
To hell or water rise!
From death we see in francophone,
To north African affairs,
For blood all shed in NYS,
We hope you live in fear,
The stories that you believe,
Will have you counting prayers,
From sand to stone we'll carve the bone,
And leave you standing bare!!!
So forget your Allah,
Say goodbye to Mohammad,
This is 21st century religion realism,
From death we see in francophone,
To north African affairs
For blood all shed in NYS,
We hope you live in fear,
The stories that you believe,
Will have you counting prayers,
From sand to stone we'll carve the bone,
And leave you standing bare!!!
Go find your!
Go find your hate!
Go find your!
Go find your state!
Go find your!
Go find your rape!
Go find your!
Go find your...........
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10. |
Breathe
01:59
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It’s been a couple days and I wonder how you’ve been,
Not that I really give a shit it’s a hate from deep within and I say,
Hit the back streets til your gone,
I’m sure you’ll find your way,
Held off on 86 for too long,
Yeah well not today,
You come around and take a piece and destroy it my friend,
There’s nothing left it’s gone away from start to the end,
I can’t believe I would pretend,
Just stop and breathe there’s nothing to mend,
It’s been a couple weeks and I wonder how you’ve been,
Not that I really give a shit it’s a hate from deep within and I say,
Hit the back streets til your gone,
I’m sure you’ll find your way,
Held off on 86 for too long,
Yeah well not today,
Won’t search the lost and found,
Have rotting away,
Should have buried you in the ground,
Yeah the price that’s paid,
You come around and take a piece and destroy it my friend,
There’s nothing left it’s gone away from start to the end,
I can’t believe I would pretend,
Just stop and breathe there’s nothing to mend
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11. |
Intravenous Pollution
03:14
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Well the crack bodies creep, it ain't evil,
And you meth heads tweak, for what reason,
And the track runners run, vein deep,
And you just can't decide, judge, or break even,
Well their frying and their dying can't stop their,
Crying and their lying and the news,
Just keeps on saying a solution,
Rather pump your arms with intravenous,
Pollution!
Well society moves forth with, no guilt,
And the MD pushers they, don't feel,
And the wasted junkie scum they, won’t pay,
And you all just scrounge, beg for or break even,
Find a warm answer to finally call a home,
Just another fix to keep you on the roam,
No brakes and no end, you can't just walk away,
Push off one more time so the light will shortly stay,
Fuck your camouflage and fuck your rhetoric brother,
Watch the bodies fall, one after another!
Intravenous pollution,
The final solution,
Intravenous pollution,
Population dilution,
Intravenous pollution,
The final solution,
Intravenous pollution,
Population dilution
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12. |
Wasted Nights
03:14
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Take it for granted hanging on way to long,
You thought you had it all do well at playing along,
And now it’s raining you pray for better days,
But there’s no shelter here it’s all been stripped away,
You will not find me here,
I may never come back,
This fucking atmosphere,
Had gone completely black,
As I pack my bags better things to come my way,
Soon I will be gone your memory burnt permanently,
Been up and down for far to long,
Trying to figure out what went wrong,
So many wasted Nights I have no apology,
But when the morning comes you’ll be sure to see,
You will not find me here,
I may never come back,
This fucking atmosphere,
Had gone completely black,
As I pack my bags better things to come my way,
Soon I will be gone your memory burnt permanently,
Too blacked out to spend the night in jail,
Wish you were here to feel my living hell,
All these alleyways are path to the unknown,
This cold black concrete is weighing on my soul,
Take it for granted hanging on way to long,
You thought you had it all do well at playing along,
And now it’s raining you pray for better days,
But there’s no shelter here it’s all been stripped away,
Take it for granted hanging on way to long,
You thought you had it all do well at playing along,
And now it’s raining you pray for better days,
But there’s no shelter here it’s all been stripped away,
Stripped away! Whoah!
Stripped away! Whoah!
Stripped away! Whoah!
Stripped away! Whoah!
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Western Frontline Whitecourt, Alberta
Three friends who met in high school reconvened one new years eve and after a few bottles of champagne decided that it would be a good idea to get the old band back to together. Fast forward and here we are, making music and loving life. Who new the consumption of cheap champagne could have such life changing consequences! Hit us up if you like! Stay grimy friends... ... more
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