NARROWS LYRICS

1. Under The Guillotine

The Crown is worn by a sullen son.
Today is the day, time has come.
Hearing black mists you spray.
Will you know victory today?
Breaking ground,taking the the head of the hound.
Let´s cut the head off this.
In time the swords are dawn.
This is the sand that you can´t stop.
Arrows away.
Night blocks out day.

2. TB Positive

Coughing up and spitting it all out.
Sit next to us.
Piling up plates of filth, I´ll take a taste
Yeah, we see how pretty you are with all your feathers and tar.
So shiny, I close my eyes. Who wouldn´t want to win this prize?
But you lie. This sickness.
It´s raining. Tie her hands to the stake.
It´s burning. Warm your hands and wait.

3. Absolute Betrayer

Taking bite after bite until my gut is full.
Its always been a fight but there´s no one I´d like to hurt more.
Fake grace high fives. Picked Benedict out of the crowd.
Hold my enemies close. They will feel my knife.
These all begin to add up.
Time to get out the wallet and pay my balance down.
Honest. Disgust. Honest. Distrust.
C´mon, love give us a kiss.
Thighs like lies, your fake face in torn lace.

4. Greenland

You laugh at time. It slips by and smiles back at you.
Our hearts, they´re beating away. There is no time

5. It's The Water

In the air, a stale taste of concrete.
On my back. Broken place where I sleep.
Two hands, brings my world to me.
Wash them. In gutter water from the street.
Long Haul. Long Haul.Long Haul.
feels warm tonight heat from a radio.
Tucked in sleep tight tomorrow starts.
Another fucking curse. Another fucking curse. Another fucking curse. Another fucking curse.
Myself by myself. Myself by myself. Myself by myself.Myself...
KILL ALL REDNECK PRICKS

6. Face Paint

Paint coats the walls with the blood of us all.
Cut. Cut the cloth. Make a mask to hide the loss.
Always a word. Always a lie. Always a smile. Always a cry.
Eyes. Eyes that lie taken from heads of a prize.
Words. Words you spit we´ve had enough of it.
So cry

7. Final Mass

Cadillac ( that we rode in, it felt so) so soft and fast.
Fills my eyes with ( the wind) smoke and ( with tears and) sap.
But that just was not enough (I thought we were happy). (So you leaving) Stings like lime (and tastes like) turpentine. (All this time behind) Veils. Blind. Concurbines. Blurred.Glass.Final Mass.

8. SST

Father, the race is on. Build us a place of filth and see the trails covered with layers of death.
Let´s walk the long road out, bring up solutions now.
Mother. wash yourself.
You don´t want to stand out.
Such a sight to see tracing footprints we leave.
It makes no difference. See want we see.
It makes no difference. What´s come to be.







NARROWS LYRICS