Liveevil Mix

Metal for your Soul

Tiny Coffins

Gear used...
HX Stomp (Ampeg, Soldano, and Ubershall Modelers)
Epiphone Explorer GT
Ibanez 605E Bass
Drum backing track

Challenge 1 Slow Ride

Lyrics
You just had Taco Bell and it aint sittin' quite right
It's a-rumblin' and a-gurglin' and your face is turning white!
Time's runnin' out man something's gonna blow
There's a line up at the bathroom, and man I GOTTA GO!

You gotta FIGHT! For your RIGHT!
To Potty
You ordered a Gordita and Chalupa Supreme
Now it’s drippin down your leg like warm brown cream
I been waiting on this line for what feels like a year 
Man the Cheesey Bean burrito was a bad idea (I’m bustin!)

You gotta FIGHT! For your RIGHT!
To Potty

If I pass gas I might feel a little better
Nope, I was wrong now my drawers are even wetter
Man, You know that little dog that said “Yo Quiero Taco Bell”
Ah, That stupid little dog should just burn in hell!

You gotta FIGHT! For your RIGHT!
To Potty

Right To Potty

Immigrant Song (feat. Thatbastarddon)

Lyrics:

Ah-ah, ah!
Ah-ah, ah!

Driving with rage through the ice and snow
With a slow ass truck salting to and fro
We all curse the gods
We drive our car to new lanes
We slip and slide, kiss our ass goodbye
Oh my god, I think we’re gonna die

Oh we’re swervin’, brakes are out
All you hear is Dougie scream and shout!

Ah-ah, ah!
Ah-ah, ah!

Driving with rage through the ice and snow
Are we in our lane we dont know
We dream of spring so green
When winter is no more
But here we are so terrified
We all just shit a big load

Oh we’re swervin’, brakes are out
All you hear is Dougie scream and shout!

So now the car wont stop its slidin’ into ruin
For god sake there is no brake, to the ditch we are moving

Eww-Eww, Eww
Eww-Eww, Eww
Eww-Eww, Eww
Eww-Eww, Eww
Eww-Eww, Eww

Commuting Song

SNAKE BOOTS

Hiking down that dirty trail 
snake boots on my feet
Ahead the road is clean
Don't nobody bother me, 
ahead the road is clean
Got snake boots on my feet

It's a hot and sunny day, 
a snake crawls up to me
It coils up to strike
This is not my lucky day, 
he won't go the other way
He's about to strike!

With my heel I crush his skull !

The serpent lunges out at me, 
with great velocity
Got snake boots on my feet
I launch five feet in the air, 
Panic taking over me
The snake does not retreat - NO!

With my heel I crush his skull !

SNAKE BOOTS

In Death's Grasp

I lay awake at night A cold breath on my skin
The Rot of Death is near Fear of it within

Darkness follows me Hiding light of day
Pain and Agony They want me to play

Whiskey by the bottle Chases them away
I'm old, my body torn Decrepitness stays 
. . . Decrepitness stays

In Death's Cold Grasp   Silencing me
In deaths grasp silencing me

Death has come for me Dragging me away
Silence forcing me Cold and quiet day

In Death's grasp!

I lay awake at night A cold breath on my skin
The Rot of Death is near Fear of it within

In Death's Grasp!

In Death's Grasp

DUST

Strip it all away Night slips into day
Body breaking down return to the ground
Harsh to say hello Death comes you know
Swinging his long scythe No time to say goodbye

Your body decays into DUST!
Back from where you came DUST!

Nothing but decay despite has its way
Wrenching in your guts ripping at your nuts

Your body decays into DUST!
Back from where you came DUST!
Your body decays into DUST!
Back from where you came DUST!

Strip it all away Night slips into day
Body breaking down return to the ground
Harsh to say hello Death comes you know
Swinging his long scythe No time to say goodbye

Your body decays into DUST!
Back from where you came DUST!

Harsh to say hello Death comes you know
Swinging his long scythe No time to say goodbye

DUST!!

DUST

The Wooden Coffin

And when she died
A part of me left me
I fell and cried
The pain won't release me
I slipped away
Darkness surrounds me
Mental decay
Her voice ever haunts me

And when she died
My heart ever cracking
Alone inside
The pain never asking
Face down to pray
The numbness is calling
I drink away
Her face always haunting

The Wooden Coffin
Holds all that I love
Keeping her for itself
Forever holding her

TheWoodenCoffin

Can you hear them
Creeping around
Can you smell them
Rot from underground

Run away! Make it safe!
All guns out! Make it count.

Undead walking
Limping around
Flesh hungry
Don't make a sound

Run away! Make it safe!
All guns out! Make it count

Brainless army
Without dismay
For death they march
Can't get away

Run away! Make it safe!
All guns out! Make it count

Tiny Coffins

Goriath