Barrel’s smoking, she just gunned down the last of it’s kind. (I can’t believe this)
A bird of prey can’t pray cause it would fall behind. (I can’t believe this)
The rat was found dead in the cage despite all its rage. (I can’t believe this)
Nothing is as it seems and i’m leaving today. (I can’t believe this)
Every time I’m in the streets, the gun go…
We've settled no differences, venomous cinema playing the flick; I'm disinterested. Satan’s a bitch and I’m sick of it.
Slaying the script, I dismembered it and now it lays the crypt with the rest of them.
Remember them? I'm the pain in your wrist and the blood in your eyes, but I severed them. Yeah.
She’s about to use a weapon on you, what the hell? …Fuck out my yard. Oh my god!
Get the fuck out my yard.
Gotta be here, right here, for you. (Gotta be here for you)
Here for you (Here for you)
(I can’t be) here for you. (Leave this) here for you.
Asking disciples of Christ exactly how the passion felt. They call me antichrist, I wouldn't put that past myself.
Beaten in the bathroom, both parents switching off, your arms tired? I'm tired of hiding my parents belts.
Scarily I thought I knew family well. Family wasn't there when my babies were little.
Family rather me take a vanity pill. Family didn't care about family still, and you'll never get it back. (And you'll never get it back)
Dearly departed, I'm starting to feel like we've parted too soon. Going hard in the schools to tardy and cool.
A new saddle with fans, we won battles with bands and we drank with the winnings. Gavel and stand,
parents don't understand you’re running with your feet in the sand; sandwich bags with no sandwiches in ‘em.
Is that the opposite of god? No, because Satan is a god too…
Give me that kick back start a bonfire. From the lit match to the split lighter.
Because this WIC pack don't get diapers. Because my kids’ back is worth fighting for.
Give me that kick back start a bonfire.
And you'll never get it back…
Puddle of blood, my vision blurry. Rain hit the wounds, no fist of fury. Back of the gun for my thoughts,
not thinking of this as a loss. Life is a raffle, spin in the samples…(My fucking cinnamon apple!)
Picking up my body and I’m hit again. Cracked in the ribs and I'm spitting chips of bone, skins ripping.
Kicking the tip of my dick, now that's a head rush. Ended in a hospital, bitch stapling my head up.
We banded together soon after, I had my rebels with me. (No Skywalker)
It’s nights like that I know the devil’s in me. (No sky-walker)
A little bit darker (Go down a little farther)
…And they shall be gathered together as prisoners are gathered in the pit…Nah.
You wanted to test me? Well I been a specimen…You wanna bump chest with me?
I don’t do like it’s wrestling…My payback won’t kill you…my packback will just make you end it yourself.
Down a little farther, now it’s black (a little bit darker)…pitch black.
A little bit darker.
I just started to pray and he cried out and said, “pray that the lord would take this out of my mind”
…and the lord took me to hell…
Imma get at you in a minute, boy.
Andale, andale, andale, andale, andale, andale…Espirito santo cannot save you now,
I got all my compadres. (Those my dogs) Andale, andale, I’m feeling ugly.
Imma get at at you, boy.
This is that new "shit.” Everybody "jump.”
Earth is an orphanage. We’ve been refused. This won't last. Eye remain fasted.
Please. Don't give (it) up.
Rotten apple filled with spiders in this liar’s den. Off with the lion’s head, he is king no more.
Nails scratch the bare brick and crumble into lost dreams. This coffee is two days old. All I have as an offering. This store stinks.
No returns once you lose the pay stubs, keep the "receipt," I don't even give a “make love.” My atmosphere is stratosphere,
AKA I'm out of here or strayed from…peace out and stay punk.
This is that new "shit.” Everybody "jump.”
Check if I'm alive, put your ear to my heart. Psycho groupie; satan crazy.
If you have a fear of the dark…I got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby.
A bit cramped but a big city comfortable. We saw the rain. Shit, we saw the thunder too.
Practicing A’s to Z, you got the W. In trouble, you wonder why youth is troubled too.
...They treat us like....We'll never see heaven. We're damned to right here.
I'm so glad to be here. I'm so glad I helped
You got your release then released me. Wasn't bad when I was able to yell...
Whip! Evil. Evolve…
Do you feel a little better now? Do the, do the whip.
Do you feel a little realer now? Do the, do the whip.
Crack that whip. I'm feeling alive tonight, Are you feeling alive tonight?
We'll never see heaven. We're damned to right here.
I'm so glad to be here. I'm so glad I helped
You got your release then released me. Wasn't bad when I was able to yell...
I'm repulsed by Pictures formed with my eyes closed. Opposite those stitched in a blindfold.
Drew a blank, painted in a side road. Half tank of gas but now my eyes low.
Mother Nature had a regret and she named him “Jason”. Please leave the devil in the churches I'm the only satan. Go pray.
Let's close this book for good, Not a reason to believe in anything you do. So fly your flags And Shake your crosses...You raised an orphan...
little off the top...Skimming through November never remembered it like this. Not even half of it. Return to sender, the message never developed,
dismembered the energy, the art of true evil, no baphomet. No heavens gates. No set escape. You're so concerned with what is earned.
Well money burns. I'm sick of the stalling we do. I'm ditching them all, you’re see through. No simple fix. I rock a triple 6.
For you, my Love is dead And you will Spot what is worse ...is the time we were Told was the Greatest was lies so let's bury it...
my dude at my work got a hearse.
So go and get your feelings hurt. You're truth is somewhere. Just not here. Just not there. Not from a book
Don't pray for me. Don't pray for me. I am a lost Cause, you got Another Name for me. “Beezelbub,” evil one.
I am not lost just cause you have strayed from me. You try to show me how to be, can't tell me nothing bout shit,
bitch, I suggest you fix your face first. Fix it up, fix it up. No burning fire. No angel's choir. Only horns playing are in my ska like "pick it up, pick it up."
You robbed me of a chance, watch where you point that gun, no stick it up, stick it up. needed you; I was shunned. Told me to stiffen up. Fuck you.
You told me to stiffen up. Fuck you. You told me to stiffen up. You told me to stiffen up. Fuck you. You told me you'd be there forever but I hear you've given up.
So go and get your feelings hurt. You're truth is somewhere. Just not here. Just not there. Not from a book
It just depends.
It just depends on how you look
It just depends on how you look at it.
It just depends on how you look at it, so don't look.
It just depends on how you look at it. So don't look down.
Down down, we're all going down. You fight to live past the moment you expire and fire and clouds clouding your mind.
Thoughts sent to hide, income admired. Different attire I'm sick and I'm tired of everything.
I'm sick and I'm tired of keeping my tongue tied, it's so easy to talk from up on your horse, leaving the weak like a murder scene.
Disputes over views, your filling the pews but I got two girls to feed. I'm being realistic you look for salvation, couldn't afford to be one of your patients.
You locked all of your doors when I needed patience. I'm not the one of us that needs the saving. Hypocritical living is living in shame.
But you see no difference as long as you're living the same. I wanted a heart, you denied the procedure.
I'm everything you're not, wouldn't wanna be ya. Apathetic in the fast lane, Fuck everything about this last name.
BONUS TRACK: Curb / Your / God
This is for the families affected by his word. To the people on the street who have nothing, but faith.
To the wars. To the cause. This is a modern day crusade. We can't hold hands and crosses the same.
I’ve been thinking a lot, thinking a lot. Why do we destroy ourselves with each others hands?
Curb your god.
This is for the rejected. The punks. The kids who can say they lived.
Disregard evil words. For they don't realize their own sins.
I’ve been thinking a lot, thinking a lot. Why do we destroy ourselves with each others hands?
Curb your god.
about
The Art Of True Evil
1. There's No Cubone In Lavender Town / Donna Chang Is NOT Chinese / #3r3 F0r Y0u
Barrel’s smoking, she just gunned down the last of it’s kind. (I can’t believe this)
A bird of prey can’t pray cause it would fall behind. (I can’t believe this)
The rat was found dead in the cage despite all its rage. (I can’t believe this)
Nothing is as it seems and i’m leaving today. (I can’t believe this)
Every time I’m in the streets, the gun go…
We've settled no differences, venomous cinema playing the flick; I'm disinterested. Satan’s a bitch and I’m sick of it.
Slaying the script, I dismembered it and now it lays the crypt with the rest of them.
Remember them? I'm the pain in your wrist and the blood in your eyes, but I severed them. Yeah.
She’s about to use a weapon on you, what the hell? …Fuck out my yard. Oh my god!
Get the fuck out my yard.
Gotta be here, right here, for you. (Gotta be here for you)
Here for you (Here for you)
(I can’t be) here for you. (Leave this) here for you.
2. Swamps For Days / Running Of The Bulls / M3c#49odz!114 V5. M3 4nd 9odz!114
Asking disciples of Christ exactly how the passion felt. They call me antichrist, I wouldn't put that past myself.
Beaten in the bathroom, both parents switching off, your arms tired? I'm tired of hiding my parents belts.
Scarily I thought I knew family well. Family wasn't there when my babies were little.
Family rather me take a vanity pill. Family didn't care about family still, and you'll never get it back. (And you'll never get it back)
Dearly departed, I'm starting to feel like we've parted too soon. Going hard in the schools to tardy and cool.
A new saddle with fans, we won battles with bands and we drank with the winnings. Gavel and stand,
parents don't understand you’re running with your feet in the sand; sandwich bags with no sandwiches in ‘em.
Is that the opposite of god? No, because Satan is a god too…
Give me that kick back start a bonfire. From the lit match to the split lighter.
Because this WIC pack don't get diapers. Because my kids’ back is worth fighting for.
Give me that kick back start a bonfire.
And you'll never get it back…
3. Cinnamon Apple / Who Would You Fight? / J4ck 4nd Cok3
Puddle of blood, my vision blurry. Rain hit the wounds, no fist of fury. Back of the gun for my thoughts,
not thinking of this as a loss. Life is a raffle, spin in the samples…(My fucking cinnamon apple!)
Picking up my body and I’m hit again. Cracked in the ribs and I'm spitting chips of bone, skins ripping.
Kicking the tip of my dick, now that's a head rush. Ended in a hospital, bitch stapling my head up.
We banded together soon after, I had my rebels with me. (No Skywalker)
It’s nights like that I know the devil’s in me. (No sky-walker)
A little bit darker (Go down a little farther)
…And they shall be gathered together as prisoners are gathered in the pit…Nah.
You wanted to test me? Well I been a specimen…You wanna bump chest with me?
I don’t do like it’s wrestling…My payback won’t kill you…my packback will just make you end it yourself.
Down a little farther, now it’s black (a little bit darker)…pitch black.
A little bit darker.
I just started to pray and he cried out and said, “pray that the lord would take this out of my mind”
…and the lord took me to hell…
Imma get at you in a minute, boy.
Andale, andale, andale, andale, andale, andale…Espirito santo cannot save you now,
I got all my compadres. (Those my dogs) Andale, andale, I’m feeling ugly.
Imma get at at you, boy.
4. Orphan / Purple Crows / 5n4pp!n9 7ur713
This is that new "shit.” Everybody "jump.”
Earth is an orphanage. We’ve been refused. This won't last. Eye remain fasted.
Please. Don't give (it) up.
Rotten apple filled with spiders in this liar’s den. Off with the lion’s head, he is king no more.
Nails scratch the bare brick and crumble into lost dreams. This coffee is two days old. All I have as an offering. This store stinks.
No returns once you lose the pay stubs, keep the "receipt," I don't even give a “make love.” My atmosphere is stratosphere,
AKA I'm out of here or strayed from…peace out and stay punk.
This is that new "shit.” Everybody "jump.”
5. The Synth Lord / Fever Fever! / R4d!0 C#r!$7
Check if I'm alive, put your ear to my heart. Psycho groupie; satan crazy.
If you have a fear of the dark…I got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby.
A bit cramped but a big city comfortable. We saw the rain. Shit, we saw the thunder too.
Practicing A’s to Z, you got the W. In trouble, you wonder why youth is troubled too.
...They treat us like....We'll never see heaven. We're damned to right here.
I'm so glad to be here. I'm so glad I helped
You got your release then released me. Wasn't bad when I was able to yell...
Whip! Evil. Evolve…
Do you feel a little better now? Do the, do the whip.
Do you feel a little realer now? Do the, do the whip.
Crack that whip. I'm feeling alive tonight, Are you feeling alive tonight?
We'll never see heaven. We're damned to right here.
I'm so glad to be here. I'm so glad I helped
You got your release then released me. Wasn't bad when I was able to yell...
6. Final Battle Music / You're Not Having Fun If You're Not Camping / 1v1 5um 8u770n M4$#3r5
I'm repulsed by Pictures formed with my eyes closed. Opposite those stitched in a blindfold.
Drew a blank, painted in a side road. Half tank of gas but now my eyes low.
Mother Nature had a regret and she named him “Jason”. Please leave the devil in the churches I'm the only satan. Go pray.
Let's close this book for good, Not a reason to believe in anything you do. So fly your flags And Shake your crosses...You raised an orphan...
little off the top...Skimming through November never remembered it like this. Not even half of it. Return to sender, the message never developed,
dismembered the energy, the art of true evil, no baphomet. No heavens gates. No set escape. You're so concerned with what is earned.
Well money burns. I'm sick of the stalling we do. I'm ditching them all, you’re see through. No simple fix. I rock a triple 6.
For you, my Love is dead And you will Spot what is worse ...is the time we were Told was the Greatest was lies so let's bury it...
my dude at my work got a hearse.
So go and get your feelings hurt. You're truth is somewhere. Just not here. Just not there. Not from a book
Don't pray for me. Don't pray for me. I am a lost Cause, you got Another Name for me. “Beezelbub,” evil one.
I am not lost just cause you have strayed from me. You try to show me how to be, can't tell me nothing bout shit,
bitch, I suggest you fix your face first. Fix it up, fix it up. No burning fire. No angel's choir. Only horns playing are in my ska like "pick it up, pick it up."
You robbed me of a chance, watch where you point that gun, no stick it up, stick it up. needed you; I was shunned. Told me to stiffen up. Fuck you.
You told me to stiffen up. Fuck you. You told me to stiffen up. You told me to stiffen up. Fuck you. You told me you'd be there forever but I hear you've given up.
So go and get your feelings hurt. You're truth is somewhere. Just not here. Just not there. Not from a book
It just depends.
It just depends on how you look
It just depends on how you look at it.
It just depends on how you look at it, so don't look.
It just depends on how you look at it. So don't look down.
Down down, we're all going down. You fight to live past the moment you expire and fire and clouds clouding your mind.
Thoughts sent to hide, income admired. Different attire I'm sick and I'm tired of everything.
I'm sick and I'm tired of keeping my tongue tied, it's so easy to talk from up on your horse, leaving the weak like a murder scene.
Disputes over views, your filling the pews but I got two girls to feed. I'm being realistic you look for salvation, couldn't afford to be one of your patients.
You locked all of your doors when I needed patience. I'm not the one of us that needs the saving. Hypocritical living is living in shame.
But you see no difference as long as you're living the same. I wanted a heart, you denied the procedure.
I'm everything you're not, wouldn't wanna be ya. Apathetic in the fast lane, Fuck everything about this last name.
BONUS TRACK: Curb / Your / God
This is for the families affected by his word. To the people on the street who have nothing, but faith.
To the wars. To the cause. This is a modern day crusade. We can't hold hands and crosses the same.
I’ve been thinking a lot, thinking a lot. Why do we destroy ourselves with each others hands?
Curb your god.
This is for the rejected. The punks. The kids who can say they lived.
Disregard evil words. For they don't realize their own sins.
I’ve been thinking a lot, thinking a lot. Why do we destroy ourselves with each others hands?
Curb your god.
Jay Specimen - All Vocals, Instruments, & Mixing unless otherwise noted.
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