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The - Human Ragdoll Champ - EP comes in 2019. Heres a track from it to enjoy
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DIY project from Bill Maries and Matt Blockley
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Lyrics
Grim Sleeper.
Bloodshot eyes, he's confounded in two comfortable , religiously and separate lives.
Needing company in the dead of night.
"Just like I said, they surround me always looking, always looking for fun"
His stare of ignorance is tired out, a vortex of innocence.
"No I have not seen them before, and their faces are just faces that I cannot recall, I have never seen them alive or even dead"
When you lay with your wife at night in your bed.
She knew nothing.
Not for 30 years, he would come back on the lookout, tearing your world's apart.
When you lay with your wife at night in your bed.
Thinking that you were too smart for everyone to figure out who you were.
Please, can you answer? We found photographs of you with them, your spinning around and they're dancing, motionless.
"deep in the allyways underneath the trash I left them there, I left them there on the side because they're just another street worker, a carcass a butchered whore"
You took their photos as they were suffering , begging for their lives.
Their words come crashing out amidst the DNA, Their words don't collapse, don't feel no weight and forgiveness is too much to ask for.
Rot in your cell and whilst your there, thing about lives that you took, that you tear from us from my sisters.
My sisters.
X3 Am I speaking to the grim sleeper?
Tears are running through the courtrooms, families approach.
Mr franklin, turn around at look at me, I wanna know
I wanna know what motivated you to take my angel, she didn't hurt anyone or anything, I need some closure.
And I can't unwind, thoughts of you and I completely, to find a way to forgive his soul.
They all take time.
Let's sentence him to death.
Take me to a world by your side, and if he's there. If he's there if he's there I know God is on my side.
As he sleeps at night is he calm and warm, content confuses, content conforms.
Utterly utterly wasteful life, utterly utterly wasteful, and I can't move on if they let me.
Crowning, it's a word
It's a crowning, it's a word
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Written, Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Smith Woodward
Video by Smith Woodward
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- Genre
- Metal