Pick Axe Preacher

by Pick Axe Preacher

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    Pick Axe Preachers first self-titled EP release. Includes 5 original tracks, and a cover of Slayer's War Ensemble.

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released 03 May 2014

All songs written and and performed by Pick Axe Preacher. Recorded at Fountain Head Studios by Matt Kerekes. Album art and direction by Jamie Mann. Design layout by Noel Thomas. Bass tracks recorded by John "Wolf" Abel. War Ensemble originally by Slayer.

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Track Name: Angels in the Ground
This pile of shit you can have it all, take it back to where it belongs
I washed my hands in blood stained with my fathers mistakes
You think you know me but I am dead inside, cold hearted, rotten soul
I blame myself for letting you get to close to see the blackness of my life
My addicted thoughts, only carry a gun, Two in the head to make em pay
Angeles in the Ground
I try to break, and it brings me down for the loss of my heart
Un-repairable, with the thought still in my head
Dancing, twirling with that grin on your face, Angeles are not in heaven, their in the ground
(4x)Angeles in the Ground
Angeles are not in heaven
I would res-erect, love we had, if you would play,
my games, but u didn’t see it, my way so here you lay
Dead, cold, decay, rotting love only breaks the soul on men
Strong as an ox, big as a bull
(4x)Crush my heart and I will bring you down
Angeles in the ground
Angeles are not in heaven
I held you up so high like a goddess in the heavens, now I walk above
Tombstone at my feet, snuffing your memory, killing my apathy of your precious halloed corpse
My addicted thoughts, only carry a gun, Two in the head to make em pay
Angeles in the Ground
I have to free my life, I need to let my soul fly from the grips of your retched claws
Punch, fight, kick, scream, cutting out what it used to mean
Ripping out the heart I had, Filling in with concrete, never to be seen again
(4x)Angeles in the Ground
Angeles are not in heaven
Track Name: Bite Your Tongue
Bite your tongue! (x4)
Spit your shit, know your role,
Making up for failure, mouth full of nothing
I see your lips moving, but I can't make the words
Bla, bla, bla, bla, all I fucking hear is your bullshit
Silence to the human race, all to common in today's world
Be yourself, by yourself, stay the fuck away from me
Or I might have to snap

Shut the fuck up!
Republicans and Democrats need to work together to fix the down sizing economy to create jobs.
Shut the fuck up!
Religious institutions are keeping the moral values sacred in society to prevent total chaos.
Shut the fuck up!
What? Band doesn't have any break down's? Your not trendy enough for my two-step.
Shut the fuck up!

Bit your tongue! (x4)
Turning a mouse into an elephant, because you don't know what the hell your talking about
Making up lies, stretching the truth
A boat of bullshit made of cinder block
You will sink, you will drown
Mother fucker, your going down

Shut the fuck up! (x4)
Track Name: Psychotic Breaking Point
Psychotic Breaking Point
Breaking Point
My madness is creeping on me, losing sanity, inches away from the edge
Looking down doesn’t look so bad, people deserve what's coming
Everyone is fucked, my heart has blackened to the boiling point, I think its time to explode
Psychotic breaking point, pushed to the edge
Psychotic breaking point, losing control
Psychotic breaking point, heart filled with hate
Psychotic breaking point, I’ll eat your soul
My rage has taken over, blood
The voices in my head, scream for your death, to silence the call, you must be dead
This is the sound, chainsaw to flesh, folding the cards, and I pull the gun, look in my eyes
While hoping for life, pray to the lord, holding your breath, one shot, one kill, brains on the wall
Psychotic breaking point, pushed to the edge
Psychotic breaking point, losing control
Psychotic breaking point, heart filled with hate
Psychotic breaking point, I’ll eat your soul
When you push a man to no return, he will take steps to insure that his name is never forgotten
The breaking point of a psycho is in us all, man made into monsters and your just the sheep
Track Name: Death is Free
Killing human spirit never felt so good
I caught you week, the revenge was sweet
Fall into a trap built for yourself
I dug a hole, and buried your soul alive
Suffering slow practically killing yourself
This is the truth that just set us free
(X2)
Death ain't cheap, death ain't hard
Death is free, death is free
*Course*
The guarantee of life, can be revoked in a moments time.
Keep pushing your luck, lies told revealed with flesh.
Everything you took, debt owned will be paid in full.
In the moment of death, regretting what you did to me.

Free! Free your soul, send it straight to hell. Come on back, I will just kill you again
Free! Two men enter, one man leaves, someone dies, it ain't me.
*Course*
The guarantee of life, can be revoked in a moments time.
Keep pushing your luck, lies told revealed with flesh.
Everything you took, debt owned will be paid in full.
In the moment of death, regretting what you did to me.

You can't buy life, you can't buy death
Everything you know will be takin from you, mother fucker, you owe me a soul. Pay up, pay up. Ripping apart, shredding your skin, spilling the blood of revenge. I used the knife, that stuck me in the back.
Death ain't cheap, death ain't hard
Death is free, death is free....
Track Name: Dying for Looking at the Stars
Hyperventilating because your karma is getting close
Eyes twitching in a panic, heart beating out of the chest
Insomnia is your friend, pry your eyes open, and reach on in
Molding my brain so I don’t sin, chained to the ground
They want my control, clawing up like a rabid dog
Growing at the moon, screaming my revenge
Remember I own the key to rise above

Hyperventilating because your karma is getting close
Your empire of lies is falling to the ground
Unlocking the way of purity, my religion is no religion
Scrambling our minds, fake the mask that you wear
Turning you despair into the millions
Dying for looking at the stars
I don’t know who we are, but I know your hypocritical

(x2) Question what you see on the TV
Question all your government laws
Question what you read in the books
Question gods held so high

(x2) Don't you know its a lie?
Don’t you know its control?

I was born with original sin, you need to cleanse my soul
Or I go straight to a fiery hell
I eat your body, and I drink your blood

Insane preaching slows the advancement of mankind
Think outside the box for a moment, expand your mind
Theres more to life that meets the eye
Think for yourself don't be a robot for the system
Boiling all who oppose your ways
Nailed to the cross pour out their blood
Until the congregation is satisfied

(x3) Dying for looking at the Stars

Hyperventilating because your karma is getting close
Your empire of lies is falling to the ground
Track Name: War Ensemble
Propaganda death ensemble
Burial to be
Corpses rotting through the night
In blood laced misery
Scorched earth the policy
The reason for the siege
The pendulum it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid

Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
Playing on the minds
Bombard till submission
Take all to their graves
Indication of triumph
The number that are dead

Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's a massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's a massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

Be dead friend from above
When darkness falls
Descend into my sights
Your fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around
Soldiers of attriction
Forward their ground
Regime prophetic age
Old in its time
Flowing veins run on through
Deep in the Rhine
Center of the web
All battles scored
What is our war crimes
(Era forever more...war)

Propaganda war ensemble
Burial to be
Bones shining in the night
In blood laced misery
Campaign of elimination
Twisted psychology
When victory is to survive
And death is defeat

Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When the end is a slaughter
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill