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Pick Axe Preacher

by Pick Axe Preacher

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1.
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
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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)
3.
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
4.
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....
5.
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
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War Ensemble 05:04
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

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released May 3, 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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Pick Axe Preacher Detroit, Michigan

Progressive Hardcore Thrash Metal Band

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