Hollow Grams

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lyrics

Shove it, shove it up your nose son.
Then bombard my ear like a machine gun.
Spouting bullets of bollocks whilst your nose runs.
How many monkeys have you seriously snorted up?

It's everything to you.
Think of your wife?
Think of your life?

Have you truly thought this through?
Living a lie, the lowest high.

A slave to the chemical taste.
Abandoned ladies cradling babies.

Each day becomes general waste.
Promised maybes.

I'm no preacher, this is but a statement.
Tell me teacher, how do you feel later?

Ironic that you feel electronic whilst slicing up the reason that your plastic is empty.

Plenty more where that came from for sure.
We'll just make another call & sure enough there is a knock on the door.

It's only half past four in the morning leave your lover at home alone sat next to a forever mute phone.

Medicated moments of dirty hollow pleasure.
Desecrated loners who follow shallow treasures.

Serotonin should be earned not cheated.
Endorphins taken for granted & thoughtlessly repeated.

Fools so irresponsible.
It is never your fault when you twist the truth & you scream & shout.

You're never in, you're always out but she is too terrified to fly from the nest & leave this mess.

'Cause you've got a violent streak & you're life is so bleak that you bring others down 'cause you're so fucking weak.

The man that you've become ignores his only son.
In favour of a gathering with other so called fathers.

It's you who draws the lines bigger every time.
And blows it all away & makes them pay their way another day whilst Daddy happily plays away & pretends everything's ok.

Whilst a child blows out the candles on another birthday cake.
Papa acts the fake as he increases his heart rate.

Another invisible cold father lost his way & it's the strong that truly pay.

How do you live without feeling regret?
All she can do is forgive not forget.

How can you sleep with the secrets you keep?
Blame how you were raised, so pathetic & weak.

No strong man follows hollow grams.

credits

from Streets of Rage, released January 3, 2014
Produced by Mike Curtis with Greg McPherson and Centiment. Mixed and mastered by Mike Curtis.

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Centiment England, UK

Formed of InMe's Dave McPherson, Greg McPherson & Gazz Marlow plus the wonderfully adept Neil Howard & Mark Shurety, we've created a monstrous abomination that we'd like to share with music lovers worldwide. We've poured blood, sweat & tears into the creation of a metal album that attempts to explore unknown areas of the universe of sound. Thank you so much for being part of our beginning. ... more

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