Unsung EP
Blank stare Blank stare Smile, with teeth exposed Novacaine (All we are, are crocodiles) Black out Black out Blessed we come And blessed we go But this world is full of white teeth And black lungs Black out The skin bares no scars But it is gray Your smile is so great But your face is blank Think not Don't think Suffice The revolutionary fade... "I get bored" Blank stare Blank stare Blank stare You're drowning in ankle deep water You're drowning You're drowning in ankle deep water You're drowning You're drowning in ankle deep water Drowning You're drowning in ankle deep water You're drowning Blank stare Blank stare
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 26, 2026
This ain't my first rodeo Ten thousand (times) Ten thousand (times) They're walking Running They're marching They're pushing They're shoving They're pressing (pressing on) They go, press on But reaching Every step by step, to the grave Pressing on Every step by step, to the grave Pressing on and on Every step by step, to the grave Step by step, to the grave Pressing on You have a song; unsung I sing my song; falling on deaf ears Unsung Unsung Unsung Unsung Unsung Unsung
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 26, 2026
This horseless carriage It takes me home And my hands remain folded Brick by brick I built this staircase Brick by brick I walk on Brick Brick Situated Just below the ground Just above your eyes Throw your roses Throw your tears (down) Throw your roses Throw your tears (down) Throw your roses Throw your tears (down) Throw your roses Throw your tears (down) Throw your roses Throw your tears (down) Make yours like mine Make yours like mine Make yours just like mine Make yours just like mine If we don't meet This side of heaven Make sure you're right Stagger Stagger Stagger Stagger Onward Stagger Stagger Stagger Stagger Onward Sing my new song Let's sing along
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 26, 2026
Fight priest, Fight Take pictures And make alright what you have lost (pictures) I've pride back to the ground Fight priest, Fight Take pictures Take pictures You got all you want But you've got a wreck Everyone in this whole wide world Wake up (panic) Everyone in this whole wide world Wake up (panic) Fortune wears a red dress But her bones smell of death Fortune wears a red dress But her bones smell of death (Panic) They all stare (Panic) but no one seeks (Panic) They all claim (Panic) but no one speaks (Panic) They all hear (Panic) what they want (Panic) Preacher (Panic) Preacher (Panic) Preacher (Panic) Preacher (Panic) Preacher (Panic) Preacher Beware of these sheep In the costume of wolves Lies: they come in pairs of two And we only die twice But for such a long time Just because you kiss a lot Well, that don't mean you're in love Just because you've begun That doesn't mean you've won Well I was a second son Not born but just once And all my friends be gray They fade out They all close the door And no one speaks out loud They fade out They're fading Take my heart, Prophet Take my heart, Prophet Take my heart, Prophet Take my heart, Prophet
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 26, 2026
This world is a stage Broken bones, no regrets This world is a stage (and everyone seems to have their opinion) Stick around Stay for a while Choking on someone else's blood (and the fingertips of God) So stick around And let me tell you about it Far too many don't have the guts to say it Don't say, don't say Don't say, don't say Don't (don't) say (say) Don't (don't) say (say) Don't (don't) say (say) Don't (don't) say (say) Don't (don't) say (say) Don't (don't) say (say) Don't (don't) say (say) Don't (don't) say (say) Don't (don't) say (say) Don't (don't) say (say)
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 26, 2026
Walk backwards Say goodbye To what's right Understanding What makes this (what makes this) What makes us (what makes us) What makes us right (what makes us) God save this gun slinging generation "Tell God that I'll return in the morning." This Christ you preach, I know; but who are you? Your hands are tied to blind men Whose hands are tied to blind men Figure eights Figure eights Figure eights Figure eights Figure eights Figure eights This pistol is my ministry This pistol is my ministry This pistol is my ministry This pistol is my ministry
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 26, 2026