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Crime Scene
03:06
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The tension in this room
It beats upon the brain
And if these walls could talk
They would scream in pain
The clock on the wall
Lies broken on the floor
As we swim in glass
Wade knee deep in gore
So many questions
Was there a motive?
Put back together
Missing piece
Bathing in anger
Washed by a razor
What would make a man
become a beast?
All I see, atrocity
Sealed off by yellow tape
All that's left, is broken parts
The end, no escape
All I see, atrocity
Why did this happen?
What does it mean?
All that's left is broken parts
Who did the crime
left at this scene?
The tension in this room
It beats upon the brain
And if these walls could talk
They would scream in pain
The clock on the wall
Lies broken on the floor
As we swim in glass
Wade knee deep in gore
So many questions
Was there a motive?
Put back together
Missing piece
Bathing in anger
Washed by a razor
What would make a man
become a beast?
Lyrics by Jerry A
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2. |
Sleep With Gun
02:55
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I don't need
Nightmares no more,
To keep me up at night
Just waiting
For them to kick down the door.
Full blown fire fight
Through the fog
We try to scream
Nothing comes
We feel the bite
And all is gone
Nothing left
It starts to burn
Just a flashing light
Is this the night?
Is this the one?
Lay me down to
Sleep with gun
Destroyed and abused
They say I'm to blame
Every day gets worse
Every night is the same
My children are crying
P.T.S.D.
But the criminals laugh
they have more rights than me
But the criminals laugh
they have more rights than me
Is this the night?
Is this the one?
Lay me down to
Sleep with gun
Destroyed and abused
They say I'm to blame
Every day gets worse
Every night is the same
Night comes
Owls are out
Rats creep
Round about
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Camello
03:00
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If the truth offends
and makes you sick
You don't have to stay
If you can't stomach
the slaughterhouse
Then turn and walk away
He who laughs
I'll save the best for last
It happens every day
If the truth offends
and makes you sick
You don't have to stay
Edward Scott
and your goddamn nerve
You really got
what you deservered
Left disease, despair and hate
in this world that he helped create
Edward Scott
and your goddamn nerve
You really got
what you deservered
Edward Scott
and your goddamn nerve
You really got
what you deservered
No no no (2x)
Remembering you
at age twenty two
Not the tired old man
with the shaking hands
Sentenced to death
with no trial
These little things
make them smile
Cancerous pain
Whispers goodbye
Open the vein
Tears in his eye
The old men laugh
As the young are dying
And now he's gone
And the girls are crying
Edward Scott
and your goddamn nerve
You really got
what you deservered
Edward Scott
and your goddamn nerve
You really got
what you deservered
Disease, despair and hate
This world he helped create
Disease, despair and hate
This world he helped create
Disease, despair and hate
This world he helped create
Making mother proud
Making mother proud
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Black Cat
02:59
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5. |
Never Stop
04:20
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It looks like the same, same day
When I drink myself to sleep
Picking up pieces, broken pieces
Tomorrow comes, tomorrow goes
This will never end
Swinging rope, up above
Tightening the noose of love
Knowing this will never stop
So this is how failure feels
Drink in hand, a jar of pills
Knowing this will never stop
Swinging rope, up above
Tightening the noose of love
Knowing this will never stop
So this is how failure feels
Drink in hand, a jar of pills
Knowing this will never stop
Think it won’t last forever
Drowning in a lake of sick
It’s cold, it’s hard, it won’t let go
Please just make it quick
Reach for human touch
Fall down in the dirt
Look for warm embrace
Beyond help, beyond hurt
Think it won’t last forever
Drowning in a lake of sick
It’s cold, it’s hard, it won’t let go
Please just make it quick
Reach for human touch
Fall down in the dirt
Look for warm embrace
Beyond help, beyond hurt
Swinging rope, up above
Tightening the noose of love
So this is how failure feels
Drink in hand, a jar of pills
Swinging rope, up above
Tightening the noose of love
So this is how failure feels
Drink in hand, a jar of pills
(Solo)
Tomorrow comes, tomorrow goes
Tomorrow comes, tomorrow goes
Swinging rope, up above
Tightening the noose of love
So hhis is how failure fells
Drink in hand, a jar of pills
Swinging rope, up above
Tightening the noose of love
So this is how failure feels
Drink in hand, a jar of pills
Pills pills pills pills pills pills pills pills pills
Never Stop…
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Crime Scene Antwerp, Belgium
Crime Scene is a metal punk band hailing from Antwerp. Singer Jerry A (Poison Idea) lives in Portland. The band was founded
in 2020.
Axeman PC (of Antwerp's Toxic Shock) had some songs lying around and went almost crazy during Covidtimes. He called some good friends to record those songs.
In Oct '20 they hit Project Zero Studio. Jerry A did his thing in Portland between March and July '21.
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