Parade Of The Dead
(专辑: State Of The Art - 2009)
[VERSE 1: PRESSURE] Quarter to midnight, a
sea of slaughter I'm in flight, Red running water getting caught in the
rip tide, Cars out of order man I
thought I
could hitch hike, Sporting a
chainsaw for I'm avoiding a
fist fight, The
evacuation went ahead, But bullet fire caressed my head I
was left for dead, Awoke in hell and knowing well the
feds had fled, Before the
sun set in red, The
witching hour that approaches has a
host of, Seven plagues, packs of locusts, rats and roaches, Fat and bloated corpses lacking focus, Trapped in the
throws of attacking that that's closest, Legs aching from the
pace that I'm running at, Death chasing ain't safe till the
sun is back, Escaping the
cityscape like a
lumberjack, My own wakes the
only way that I'm coming back, The
outer limits, found a
house in thickets, Heard a
shout as a
shot rang out to witness, The
foulest dead disemboweled and gizzards, Their rival in his final hour or minutes, Numb with fear, holding gun to ear, He said 'Run, it's clear till the
sun appears, Tell my son his dear loving mum is near, See you in hell man I'm done with here' [CHORUS] They built my city on top of a
grave, Now the
dead roam the
street like a
rotting parade, They poured gasoline on top of a
lake, And then they set it on fire so nobody escaped, They built my city on top of a
grave, Now the
dead roam the
street like a
rotting parade, Quarantined and forgotten for days, These are the
stories of those who have gotten away [VERSE 2: SUFFA] I
thought I
might, Drown in sweat when I
heard the
sound FX, Of fingernails running down my fence, Was it rioters, rats or malcontents? I
pulled my blinds back a
crack like Malcolm X, The
scene was sirens, violence, car alarms, My neighbour waving from his yard with half an arm, Vietnam in the
suburbs, the
walking dead, Burning down the
house like Talking Heads, A
city on fire not a
city of god, A
city that hides from a
hideous mob, The
zombie flicks, man I've seen 'em a
lot, Enough to know when it's time to get the
fuck out of dodge, Only packed the
necessities, Toothbrush, porno, souped-up weaponry, And just for the
fun of it, I
stole my neighbours Hummer, Put spikes out the
side and tied a
chainsaw to the
front of it, I
cut up heads and shoulders, knees and toes, Knees and toes, knees and toes, I
cut up heads and shoulders, knees and toes, Knees and toes, knees and toes [CHORUS] They built my city on top of a
grave, Now the
dead roam the
street like a
rotting parade, They poured gasoline on top of a
lake, And then they set it on fire so nobody escaped, They built my city on top of a
grave, Now the
dead roam the
street like a
rotting parade, Quarantined and forgotten for days, These are the
stories of those who have gotten away