No Wolf Like The Present lyrics - At The Drive-in
In a safe house he baits
Can you blame the conniving
Bludgeoned by the prowler cars
He's been running since the day
That they tagged his skin
A walking cypher kicking calendars
He hears the sirens
He hears his song play everyday
From Potemkin mills
Where the winds erase
They use our past to evict us
In a land that stole
A kestrel from the knave
Smothered inmates full at capacity
He hears the sirens
He hears his song play everyday
It's open season check the body cam
There's no wolf like the present
They own your history and scrap it for parts
There's no wolf like the presence
Of insignificance
There's no wolf like the present
They own your history and scrap it for parts
There's no wolf like the presence
Of insignificance tantivy run
He's been on the lam so long
He knows the rules of the hunt
Carving X's into bullets for luck
While the veneer of civilization grinds
Light bulbs into his food supply
He hears the sirens
He hears his song play everyday
It's open season check the body cam
There's no wolf like the present
They own your history and scrap it for parts
There's no wolf like the presence
Of insignificance
There's no wolf like the present
They own your history and scrap it for parts
There's no wolf like the presence
Of insignificance tantivy run
Tantivy run!
There's no wolf like the present
They own your history and scrap it for parts
There's no wolf like the presence
Of insignificance
There's no wolf like the present
They own your history and scrap it for parts
There's no wolf like the presence
Of insignificance
There's no wolf like the present
There's no wolf like the scrap
There's no wolf like the present
Of insignificance tantivy run
Continuum lyrics - At The Drive-in
I'll drop a dime on you first
I'll drop a dime on you first
Lest the backside of my hand find you sleeping hand over fist soliciting headlines again
Groping the porcelain rim of a microfiche reader ransacking dawn
You'll try and pry yourself from a quick grave in a sleuth's boneyard
But that paper trail you've fawned over so much is just a dead language
Take your armor off
Play that executioners song
What's the matter now
Are your feet bitten by frost
I'll drop a dime on you first
Commotion sickness with dramamine pills
Commute my sentence to the 13th floor now
I'll drop a dime on you first
Placebo buttons maime all the tattle tails
When the dosage doesn't seem to work now
I'll drop a dime on you first
You might just serve out the rest of your life soaked in the deprivation of a faraday tank
Laughing your hyena fractures of false alarms
You've been party to subterfuge since Jesus was a corporal
It's just scaffolding with no building to demolish
Take your armor off
Play that executioner's song
What's the matter now
Are your feet bitten by frost
I'll drop a dime on you first
Commotion sickness with dramamine pills
Commute my sentence to the 13th floor now
I'll drop a dime on you first
Placebo buttons maime all the tattle tails
When the dosage doesn't seem to work now
I'll drop a dime on you first
Fleet of foot beat the rising tide
Cinder block soles in the clear of my throat
Do you know what I found?
Do you know what I found?
Agitate the crowds, let them coin the phrase
Found you hiding out in the alpha hotel now
Do you know what I found?
Orchards gas lit and cover the footprints
All points bulletin load up your commissary
Fifth point of contact the amateur noose is willing
Fifth point of contact the amateur noose
Calls
And when it calls
When it calls
And there's always a subpoena for the past
I think I'll drop a dime, I think I'll drop a dime
I think I'll drop a dime, I think I'll drop a dime
I think I'll drop a dime...
I'll drop a dime on you first
Commotion sickness with dramamine pills
Commute my sentence to the 13th floor now
I'll drop a dime on you first
Placebo buttons maime all the tattle tails
When the dosage doesn't seem to work now
I'll drop a dime on you first
I'll drop a dime on you first
I'll drop a dime on you first
Tilting At The Univendor lyrics - At The Drive-in
I let a sparrow talk me out of the crib
Made of mannequin arms and sycophants
She sang her caution thrown against the odds
I'm not tilting at windmills, I'm taking my chances
She put the feral back inside my voices
I'll take a cigarette and put it out on my arm
It's the only way that I can feel
One tempts the saint while the other takes the sinner away
One tempts the saint while the other takes the sinner away
The TelePrompTer has begun to rot
Where I've carried the blindest items
They'll seem to find a way to haunt you again
I'm not tilting at windmills, I'm taking my chances
She put the feral back inside my voices
I'll take a cigarette and put it out on my arm
It's the only way that I can feel
One tempts the saint while the other takes the sinner away
One tempts the saint while the other takes the sinner away
Sung by the choir whose lungs are broken
Stung by a million justifications
Swung by the faithful grip of a million axes
Sung by the choir whose lungs are broken
Stung by a million justifications
Swung by the disenchanted - not faint of heart
Pray that you never find
A place to bury you, bury you
Pray that you never find
A place to bury you, bury you
She put the feral back inside my voices
I'll take a cigarette and put it out on my arm
It's the only way that I can feel
One tempts the saint while the other takes the sinner away
One tempts the saint while the other takes the sinner away
Governed By Contagions lyrics - At The Drive-in
Portrait of a family force fed through tunnel straws
Singing cannibal hymns of the bourgeoisie
There's a narc on every corner
Knock, knock, knock on every door
With a home made remedy to loosen every tongue
How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself, my love
Smuggled in their faith like an orbit in decay
Drools the cloying adulation of the piss ants
One shot for every snitch leads the needle to the stitch
It's a homemade remedy to loosen every tongue
How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself, my love
How many cries will the owners fake to save pathological truths?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself, my love
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's governed by contagions
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's governed by contagions
Life! Is not the answer
Cry! Will you assimilate love in the time of gilded crumbs?
Crawl! Until you weep with blood
Life! Is not the answer
Canaries in the coal mine dropping like flies
How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace your poleaxed love
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's governed by contagions
That's the way the guillotine claps
She's the one who's governed by contagions
Too many bodies shriveled up in their tributes
Too many bodies flayed with a grin
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself for a flood
He's the man behind the dresser giving zodiac advice
He says there will come a day to delete everything
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself for a flood
There's a woman eating her newborn under a tractor's frame
She says barren are the fields from the nephilim rain
Brace yourself, my darling
Brace yourself for a flood
That's the way the guillotine claps
He's the one who's governed by contagions
That's the way the guillotine claps
He's the one who's governed by contagions
Governed by contagions
Governed by contagions
Pendulum In A Peasant Dress lyrics - At The Drive-in
They're spraying our block
With Chem trail praise
And all the crisis actors want to man the hotlines
Talk you off the ledge
Hermetically seal it
In accordance to the rules of harmony
One shot
Delivers us from
What the heart don't want
But the heart is broken
One shot
Delivers us from
What the heart don't want
But the heart is broken
One shot
Hits in the gut
She's a pendulum swinging
For fences
She's just a lantern jaw
Plagiarizing ground assault
TV's gonna comm lag
Jettison the populace
Disassociation in the belly of the beast
Break the fourth wall
Break the fourth wall come on
Lobotomize the question of my infinitude
An ensemble of dissent
She's just tampering with alarms
But she's tampering with blatto
Finely tune their gestures
Tampering with false alarms
Swinging for electric fences
Electric fences
Come on and get me out
One shot
Delivers us from
What the heart don't heart
But the heart is broken
One shot
Delivers us from
What the heart don't want
But the heart is broken
One shot
Hits in the gut
She's a pendulum swinging
For fences
She's just a lantern jaw
Plagiarizing ground assault
The hand of God keeps me from watching
Feel it raining down and down
Triangulated at the crossing
I never knew what knocked me out
Facsimile shadows my last breath
Feel it raining down and down
The hail of doubt will always stop you
On the night that they bowed out
One shot in the chamber
One shot in the chamber
The hand of God keeps us from watching
The hand that's always raining
Down and down and down
One shot
Delivers us from
What the heart don't want
But the heart is broken
One shot
Delivers us from
What the heart don't want
But the heart is broken
One shot
Hits in the gut
She's a pendulum swinging
For fences
She's just a lantern jaw
Plagiarizing ground assault
Incurably Innocent lyrics - At The Drive-in
Pray that your family never forgets
The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste
Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill
He found solace in the act of infection
A blank tape that couldn't remember
But you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
He keeps a hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Preyed on the anguish, you better run
Always dragging a finger across his throat
Mannix the fixer to sage the ghosts
And the faith that awarded his every move
A blank tape that couldn't remember
But you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
He keeps a hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home
Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home
In a closet she hid in eternities sleep
With the fear of God at the end of his whip
He keeps a hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Call Broken Arrow lyrics - At The Drive-in
Racing toward the fever
Salted stains in the shape of continents
Sitting shotgun in his walk
The wish is father to the thought
He says tonight will be the very last time
To get the hell out of here
He's the prince of far gone
Pacing every seizure
Digging spurs into his chest
He whips himself into the keys
"I am the new born philistine!"
Because the choice of his disease
Is your demise
To get the hell out of here
He's the prince of far gone
And he's always stealing flowers from my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
And he's always stealing flowers from my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
God help me
The zero hour delegates his suicide
The whitest flag he loves to wave, he loves to wave
And like a newborn finds a yawn
To cash the treasure he has lost
He thinks tonight's going to be the very last time
To get the hell out of here
He's the prince of far gone
And he's always stealing flowers from my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
And he's always stealing flowers from my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
God help him
Desecrate it, desecrate it all
Call broken arrow and level this ground
Desecrate it, desecrate it all
Call broken arrow this is all his fault
Desecrate it, desecrate it all
Call broken arrow and level this ground
Desecrate it, desecrate it all
Call broken arrow this is all his fault
And he's always stealing flowers from my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
And he's always stealing flowers from my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
God help him
Holtzclaw lyrics - At The Drive-in
I got your city
By the shortest crosshairs
I'll never take no, no for an answer
It's a bottomless cyst
And all you eagles
Dressed in parallax drag
You'll find between my teeth a dagger and a penalty
My teeth a dagger and a penalty of crows for blood
Nothing's going to stop us
From twisting that cross in your heart
Church ain't over
'Till they put the snakes back in the bag
Church ain't over
'Till they put the snakes back in the bag
Church ain't over, over
'Till they put the snakes back, put the snakes back
Back in the bag
I can't miss fast enough
Fast enough to win
I'll never take no, no for an answer
It's a bottomless cyst
Comply through compression
I want to know your every move
We'll never take no, no for an answer
No, no, forget it, it's Chinatown
Nothing's gonna stop us
From twisting that cross in your heart
Church ain't over
'Till they put the snakes back in the bag
Church ain't over
'Till they put the snakes back in the bag
Church ain't over, over
'Till they put the snakes back, put the snakes back
Back in the bag
Haystack of needles trying to compromise
Turn the little splinters into black passports
The future is heathen and we want you to know your hope
Is a worthless currency
Throw them overboard, float the armory
Mitigate your faith with decadence
Merit to the torment you don't want to believe in hope
The worthless currency
All your symptoms, all your thoughts I will control
Nothing's going to stop us
Nothing's going to stop us now
All your symptoms, all your thoughts I will control
Nothing's going to stop us
Nothing's going to stop us now
Are you an asset or are you a problem?
Church ain't over
'Till they put the snakes back in the bag
Church ain't over
'Till they put the snakes back in the bag
Church ain't over, over
'Till they put the snakes back in the bag
Church ain't over, over
'Till they put the snakes back, put the snakes back
Back in the bag
Torrentially Cutshaw lyrics - At The Drive-in
Under the mask of a UAV
Frayed the husk of an ivory pawn
Sickles in the ice froze a game of chess
Convinced she's a carrion moth
Drone to the bishop swapping in spit
The tallest blade of glass menagerie
Starved by remote and implant stations
2,000 collars to the roaches
2,000 monochrome lifers
2,000 tastes of pure captigon
2,000 torrentially cutshaw
They paved my memories complacent
Endowed in the zero year
With a hush for every outburst
A chronic crawl to arms awaits
Do we eliminate the source of the courtesan livestock
The last torrential implant station
2,000 collars to the roaches
2,000 monochrome lifers
2,000 tastes of pure captigon
2,000 torrentially cutshaw
2,000 collars to the roaches
2,000 monochrome lifers
2,000 tastes of pure captigon
2,000 torrentially cutshaw
The truth will age you
You don't even want to know?
Anesthethize you
You don't even want to know?
The truth will age you
You don't even want to know?
Anesthethize you
You don't even want to know?
Defibrillated handles loitering
Room 39 with due diligence
You can't afford it
If you pull me out by remote again
You can't afford it
You can't afford it
You can't afford
2,000 collars to the roaches
2,000 monochrome lifers
2,000 tastes of pure captigon
2,000 torrentially cutshaw
2,000 collars to the roaches
2,000 monochrome lifers
2,000 tastes of pure captigon
2,000 torrentially cutshaw
Ghost-Tape No. 9 lyrics - At The Drive-in
I used to hear them through the walls at night
Exchanging currents through modicums of pernicious lust
When tamed, would always alter the future
In trance amounts played the ritual
Vacuumed the dents under a primer sky
Where a lightfield once held the promise of closing the sutures
But the ultimatum clots a tapeworm hymnal
Lost the ghost tape registered as number 9
It's going to be a long night coming
She said I can never turn it off
Theirs is just a long lost grudge that will never fade away
Caving the symptom of confessional
Painted in licorice forgeries
Had she dawned the seductions subdued by the handmaid's tale
One claimed complacence while the other knelt
He took the prescript off the parlor doors
Swung open but collaterals had altered the future
But the ultimatum clots a tapeworm hymnal
Lost the ghost tape registered as number 9
It's going to be a long night coming
She said I can never turn it off
Theirs is just a long lost grudge that will never fade away
He's the rule you've answered too
Locked in the omen of momentum
He pleads the fool of numbing agents
In the post mortem when it's over
You of brittle faith have failed
Speechless bereavement for the last time
Fade away
Trained to fade away
Fade away
Trained to fade away
But they trained you, wire framed you
Stood you upright in position to administer the want
But they trained you, wire framed you
Stood you upright in position to administer the night crawls
But the ultimatum clots a tapeworm hymnal
Lost the ghost tape registered as number 9
It's going to be a long night coming
She said I can never turn it off
Theirs is just a long lost grudge that will never fade away
Hostage Stamps lyrics - At The Drive-in
My eyes scroll to the back of my head
The Lord's dare taken in vein
Keepsake battalions, phantom couplets
A new tactile cremation attested
Opaque spurs, contemplative mayhem keeps us
Branded on the wrist do not embalm
A paper nest truancy of wasps
Wrap me up in mylar film
The anachronism enacts the indigenous
Prolonged exposure to combustible nativism
Thirty days spent in the hole
Raise yourself a nithing pole
Inoculated at the liquor store
Drunk on the piss of semaphore embers
The hospice waltz of corpus flowers
Leaves pinko fumes from turret guns
Sawing at the base of pylon towers
Banking on the drought, banking on the opaque spurs
I've defeated every crypt
In the potters field of Machuca
Calling from the blossoming dust
Slid down the bank, choking on sherm
A new tactile cremation attested
To opaque spurs, contemplative mayhem keeps us together
Thirty days spent in the hole
Raise yourself a nithing pole
Inoculated at the liquor store
Drunk on the piss of semaphore embers
Thirty days spent in the hole
Raise yourself a nithing pole
Inoculated at the liquor store
Drunk on the piss of semaphore embers
Raise your nithing poles
Raise your nithing poles
Put your hurt in a safe
Throw it in wet cement
Never speak of this to a living soul
Heed the mercury blots
Of this Rorschach advice
No good will come of your insect rebellion
Thirty days spent in the hole
Raise yourself a nithing pole
Inoculated at the liquor store
Drunk on the piss of semaphore embers
Raise your nithing poles
Raise your nithing poles
Raise your nithing poles
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