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Fighters
05:13
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Locked by a feeling for a carbonite force
Shocked by another singing heroine cause
Flown in by ordnance bringing halogen light
Passed in the corridor wrapped in silver string gauze
Force fed beauty is the screw in my throat
Slashing round tokens of her eponymous heart
Colliding with a speeding highway an audience laughs
Passed in the corridor, I clung to her throat
Here's to the fighters of the lost game
Reducing her to marble so many tears
Iron fingers entwining hated eyes
Plunging to the rhythm of exploded hearts
There isn't a card to play When resonance stings
Just sit back and stir up hooks to catch something
Shocked a feeling for a dissident girl
clasping on to reasons for another blanket hole
a well timed favour resolves to reach out and kill
a single touch of heartache breaks a rock out in the sea
flicking dust away from forests compliant and fast
this muggy frost is numbing at least she can sleep
Takes what she will, reckless abandon she laughs
twisting the reflection carries her spirit away
folding the reflection mars such an elegant hate
locked by embodied beauty shearing nerves apart
tells you the wrong problems to save you
wonder when she shines engulfed interference
like a knife cut off consistent in hope
reduced to misty guilt callousness so clean
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Start of War
03:28
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Start of war and were all fighting
start of war and theyre all frightened
Gonna Rip up this City piece by piece
gonna blow it up whatever it is
We dont care about the innocents
we dont care at all
we dont care about the consequence
we dont care at all
we didnt get exactly what we wanted
so we trashed and burned and now theyre dead
extended our border on the map
a nice new line drawn there in black
We dont care about the innocents
we dont care at all
we dont care about the consequence
we dont care at all
so we fought and killed and occupied
weve been victorious and many have died
now we own this land and we rule
but all thats left is just a pile of rubble
We dont care about the innocents
we dont care at all
we dont care about the consequence
we dont care at all
we killed all those without a defence
just to get our goal
we died and killed without any sense
just to rule some rubble
We didnt care about the innocents
we didnt care at all
we didnt care about the consequence
we didnt care at all
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Unforgotten
02:23
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Its just your face again
staring back once more
no happiness just pain
nothing left right or..
any way you think
we plummet
into this
the void surrounds
into this we sink
running through
burning round
howling now
main time ground
lost caustic abraision
just once the holocaust
lick my wounds
heal me now
please
my wounds
heal
now
cherish the moment it lasts not long
Something once there now is gone
just it can be so
the time now just go
just go
leave this once beautiful
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Drop Dead
03:25
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grasping his head to stop the shakes
sitting in the dark playing with his hates
sitting on his bed hoping all is lost
rocking back and forth holding onto his cross
he can drag yahweh to the gallows
he can start time never sleep
its not like he can
drop dead
vast expanse of time stretched out ahead
he cannot expire theyve been mislead
laughing as the bullets rip through again
grinning at the girls grinning at his game
he can drag yahweh to his cross
he can start time never sleep
its not like he can
drop dead
if immortal deity he will be
he will spend his time irreverently
induling in sin loving every vice
jumping straight in never thinking twice
he can drag yahweh to his knees
he can start time never sleep
its not like he can
drop dead
oh now can you see
what it means to be
almighty
existing outside time and outside space
no more will an age not know his face
thinking its funny now what could be wrong
somehow all eternity isnt as long
he can make yahweh crumble to dust
he can start time never sleep
its not like he can
drop dead
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Fighters (Radio Edit)
03:33
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Locked by a feeling for a carbonite force
Shocked by another singing heroine cause
Flown in by ordnance bringing halogen light
Passed in the corridor wrapped in silver string gauze
Force fed beauty is the screw in my throat
Slashing round tokens of her eponymous heart
Colliding with a speeding highway an audience laughs
Passed in the corridor, I clung to her throat
Here's to the fighters of the lost game
Reducing her to marble so many tears
Iron fingers entwining hated eyes
Plunging to the rhythm of exploded hearts
Takes what she will, reckless abandon she laughs
twisting the reflection carries her spirit away
folding the reflection mars such an elegant hate
locked by embodied beauty shearing nerves apart
tells you the wrong problems to save you
wonder when she shines engulfed in interference
like a knife cut off consistent in hope
reduced to misty guilt callousness so clean
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Jan Doyle Band Doncaster, UK
Jan Doyle Band weave and wind their own unique path through synthpop industrial goth and punk with a spectacularly engaging
live show. Never content with repeating a sound they are always adventuring and moving forwards.
"A band half way to old school goth snagged on David, slipped in a puddle of glam; in a sense... The Clash on acid. PVC galore, glam metal hair, +makeup for days. Elektrovox.com
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