Bury Your Dead
mother night
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When you call that orphanage home, you've settled for one step above alone inside you.
I think it's well known there's a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul.
So let go.
The irony of your foster home isn't lost on me, and I'm not alone.
Who's there to comfort you when he's bruising your face?
Who's there to comfort you when you've lost your way?
The poison apple doesn't fall far from the fucking tree.
Assume the barrel is rotten and so you pick up and leave.
How could you dig up your roots so fucking easily?
The poison apple doesn't fall far from the fucking tree.
- Album:
- Bury Your Dead
- Beauty and the Breakdown
- Cover Your Tracks
- You Had Me At Hello
- Miscellaneous
- Eulogy 2k4 Sampler
- From the Cradle... ...To the Grave - A Free Hardcore Sampler
- Terrorizer: Fear Candy 09
- Victory Records Sampler
- Alive
- Rainbow Six Lockdown
- The Cave
- Music for the Game From Victory Records
- Metal Hammer: December 2004 (Razor, Volume 10)
- Maximum Metal, Volume 106
- Flawless Victory
- Ozzfest 2005 Sampler
- Victory Records Label Sampler
- The Cave (Soundtrack Album)