by Stillglow

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released August 24, 2016



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Stillglow Mt Airy, Maryland

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Track Name: Decay & Conquer
I’ve grown accustomed to a lonely discontent.
I only share familiarity with death.
Got the Devil in my blood and Hell upon my lips,
[I’ve] got a pretty face and a siren song just to lure you in for a taste.
I will chase this swill with the curiosity inside your veins.

Here’s to the Grimm, death and decay. I’m as greedy as the grave.
Here’s to our late night escapades and the lives that we have claimed.

So take,
I’ll take your girl
And show her a good time.
I’ll make her mine.
I may have,
But I want more
(I am always wanting more).
I’m such a filthy whore.
It’s just the “American way” surging through my veins.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to expand your claim.
I’ll liberate the souls that temperance has tamed.
I could drown in sin, or just admire the pretty waves.

So take…take, take, take.
I will take ‘til it takes me.
Track Name: Agendas
We, we can live to take and call it prosperity:
The American way, the belief that I can achieve anything.
We can be great if we just take, take, take.
Subscribe to the patrons and modern-day Saints,
The falsehoods and teachers, and gospels they feed us.

Just think! Question the life that we deserve.
We did not steal, let’s call this misery earned.
So lonely, lost, and longing for the need to satisfy…
We are framing our kingdoms on the spoils of philanthropic crimes.

We are vacant, so we search for some meaning.
Never content, we are the want beyond the need.

Such greed…the cut is never fully healed.
The sutures slip again, and I am left with blood on my hands.
I’m such a sucker for the warmth of excess on my skin,
[I’ll be] fashionably fashioned from an insatiable wound.

So make no mistake, we feed because we like the taste.
We cheat to assure victory. We love because it suits our needs.

I don’t think we’ll ever know peace; we’ll never be happy.
And if there’s a God, then how can He love me?

Let’s live knowing we could die happy. Let’s die knowing we lived selflessly.

Oh God, let me be content with me.