Absinthe - Twisted Beat Machine - Chaos Cut - V2

Absinthe - Twisted Beat Machine - Chaos Cut - V2

Track 13 from the out-take album : Absinthe - Sophisticated Chaos - V2

An out-take album with our favorite studio out-take cut of the original song from the original album

The album is a fusion of Thrash Metal, Power Metal, Alternative Metal,
Symphonic Metal, Groove Metal and Post-Grunge.

Lyrics, Vocals, Instrumentation, Melody, Riffs, Beats and Flow written and stemmed by Absinthe.

Then uploaded and mixed through engineering software..
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Twisted Beat Machine - Chaos Cut

Lyrics :

You don't want to know me,
There's nothing you can show me,
You lie cheat and blaspheme
Just take everything that you need ,
Yes I have always known you
I've seen everything that you do
Always something to prove
To every fool who loved you ;

It's out of control
It's out of control...but

Touch me
And you'll be thinking of me
Every night you try to slow breathe
In the grave you thought you'd put me ;
You thought it was easy
It was never that easy...so

Watch me
Moving in on your slow ride,
Closer to your blind side
Just beyond your line of sight ;
Sometimes the truth can hit you
Right between the eyes...now

Off to war
In the palm of my hands
I hold the bloody bullets in a feral trance,
In one design to bring the world to it's knees
With every butcher baby come to watch the scars bleed,
In the behind and before
You reviled and romanced
On the head of every needle little angels danced,
You lock step with the beast who consorts with the thief,
Keep marching down that long cold road
Feeding your anger and seeding your grief
In the deafening silence and the relentless rhythm
Of a twisted beat machine ;

Waking in a half scream
Sweating like a wet dream
Was it everything that you've seen
Or the ghosts hiding between the sheets,
Have they come to haunt you
Hold you close and taunt you
With everything you thought you knew
About everyone you've raped and abused ;

It's out of my hands
It was always out of my hands...so

Trust me
Though I know you can't believe me,
There's a point at which you cannot be redeemed
Even swinging from the hanging tree ;

The ride is over
It was already over...when

You lied
From the very first alibi
The very first tears they cried
When you chose a life of twisting the knife
In every fool who trusted
And every soul you bled dry...now

Off to war
In the palm of my hands
I hold the bloody bullets in a feral trance,
In one design to bring the world to it's knees
With every butcher baby come to watch the scars bleed,
In the behind and before
You reviled and romanced
On the head of every needle little angels danced,
You lock step with the beast who consorts with the thief
Keep marching down that long cold road
Feeding your anger and nursing your grief
In the deafening silence and relentless rhythm
Of a twisted beat machine ;

Copyright.
T. Russell Morris

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