We cut our teeth on sadness
We hunt our sorrows down
We fought the nights so sleepless
We made our beds on the cold hard ground
Seasons come and go, traditions rise and fall
We watch with hunter’s eyes
We found the place to call our own See More
What we have, we hunt, what we kill, we keep
Shadows never die, darkness never breaks
You built your bastions of ivory and pride
We see your gates, but do not knock
We stay out in the wild
What we have, we hunt, what we kill, we keep
Shadows never die, darkness never breaks, hey
This is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
And we’re clawing at the walls, hey
This is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
And we’re clawing at the walls
We’re clawing at the walls
I see a kingdom of closed minds and shallow hearts
So tell me this, would you fall in line
Or rip it all apart, yeah
What we have, we hunt
What we kill, we keep
Shadows never die
Darkness never breaks
this is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
And we’re clawing at the walls, hey
This is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
And we’re clawing at the walls
This is the hour of the wolf
We’re clawing at the walls
This is the hour of the wolf
this is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
And we’re clawing at the walls, hey
This is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
We hunt our sorrows down
We fought the nights so sleepless
We made our beds on the cold hard ground
Seasons come and go, traditions rise and fall
We watch with hunter’s eyes
We found the place to call our own See More
What we have, we hunt, what we kill, we keep
Shadows never die, darkness never breaks
You built your bastions of ivory and pride
We see your gates, but do not knock
We stay out in the wild
What we have, we hunt, what we kill, we keep
Shadows never die, darkness never breaks, hey
This is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
And we’re clawing at the walls, hey
This is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
And we’re clawing at the walls
We’re clawing at the walls
I see a kingdom of closed minds and shallow hearts
So tell me this, would you fall in line
Or rip it all apart, yeah
What we have, we hunt
What we kill, we keep
Shadows never die
Darkness never breaks
this is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
And we’re clawing at the walls, hey
This is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
And we’re clawing at the walls
This is the hour of the wolf
We’re clawing at the walls
This is the hour of the wolf
this is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
And we’re clawing at the walls, hey
This is the sound of violence, hey
These are the songs of war, hey
We are everything you fear
Obsidian_Scars
danke ^.^
on March 20, 2018
TylerWay
Heh, I knew it. Good song choice by the way!
on March 19, 2018
Obsidian_Scars
yeet @TylerWay
on March 19, 2018
TylerWay
The Sound of Violence by Parkway Drive
on March 13, 2018
kyletheconjurer
I can't tell you the title, but I can tell you that it's emo
on March 13, 2018
on March 13, 2018
800 followers....wtf how...wowie...wow...this is...welll...i only just realised...boi
on March 09, 2018
This is your last chance to explain your vanishing.
Your struggling makes me laugh but no ears will hear your cries.
I've told you countless times not to lie.
Why, oh, why must you doubt the art of my intentions!
Now that I've found you.
The real fun begins.
As your entrails spill, my heart fills with joy. See More
How can you perceive this false image of your life.
Your scent disgusts me like vile fed to the swine.
As you take your last breath, your soul is finally free.
Now that the games have ended.
My mind feels sweet peace.
Your voice echoes but soon begins to cease.
This is only the beginning of the madness you created.
Dehumanized
Your struggling makes me laugh but no ears will hear your cries.
I've told you countless times not to lie.
Why, oh, why must you doubt the art of my intentions!
Now that I've found you.
The real fun begins.
As your entrails spill, my heart fills with joy. See More
How can you perceive this false image of your life.
Your scent disgusts me like vile fed to the swine.
As you take your last breath, your soul is finally free.
Now that the games have ended.
My mind feels sweet peace.
Your voice echoes but soon begins to cease.
This is only the beginning of the madness you created.
Dehumanized
on March 04, 2018
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
It was late last night the other day See More
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
Just last week I was on my bike
I run into a friend named Mike
Run into my friend named Mike
Mike no longer has a bike. He cries:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
It was late last night the other day See More
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
Just last week I was on my bike
I run into a friend named Mike
Run into my friend named Mike
Mike no longer has a bike. He cries:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
on March 04, 2018
