House Of Mirrors (feat. Jelly Roll)

Skeletons

ARTIFICIAL

ARTIFICIAL (BARE BONES TOUR LIVE)

Hollywood Forever

Even If It Kills Me

Remake of the famous song One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer. Remake

One Bourbon, One Scotch, One beer. Remake

Happy New Grunge
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Winter writes the headlines in ash and wire,
Promises sold cheap to feed the fire,
Truth on trial, no judge to choose.
Sirens learn new languages of grief,
Children count the days by drones and dust.
Courts are quiet, doors are closing fast,
Books are burned with careful, clean hands.
Gold grows louder, memory won’t last,
History rewritten in the sand.
Shelters full, the streets are growing thin,
Hope sleeps light, with one eye open wide.
They call it order when they lock us in,
They call it peace when someone else has died.
Hold your breath, the ground is moving slow,
You can feel it underneath your feet.
What was law is now a shadow show,
What was sacred’s labeled obsolete.

It’s a dangerous year knocking at the door,
With a smile rehearsed and a loaded pen.
We’ve been here before, but we’re poorer than before,
Still we sing through broken teeth again.
A dangerous year, written in red and grey,
Truth on the run, mercy delayed.
If this is the night before the fall,
I’ll light my voice against it all.

I’ll light my voice against it all.

Boats turn back beneath indifferent skies,
Names erased at checkpoints made of fear.
Hands reach out, the answer’s always lies,
“Not from here” is all they hear.
Markets pray, the poor keep score,
Every coin remembers where it’s from.
There’s no room left on the moral floor,
Just echoes saying “overcome.”

It’s a dangerous year knocking at the door,
With laws like knives and prayers on loan.
We’ve been here before, but we’re colder than before,
Learning how to starve with a phone.
A dangerous year, no alibi, no grace,
Walls go up, we lose our face.
If this is the night before the fall,
I’ll burn my doubt, I won’t stay small.

When the smoke clears, count who stayed,
Not the flags, not the crowns.
If tomorrow’s built on what we betrayed,
Let my song be one of the sounds.
Let it crack, let it ache, let it stand,
A thin, defiant line in

devil don't cry (feat. RosieMay) (string quartet version)

KING 810

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