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LYRICS

Lock the doors and cut the phone lines
Sleep with one eye open
Running faster just to stay one step ahead 
Before they close in

Did I leave a trail, are you close behind?
I can see your eyes, piercing into mine
Do you know it all, how much can you see?
Can you read my mind? Walk into my dreams

You’re coming for me
No chance for mercy
You want a taste of the guts
You won’t realize what’s at stake
Till you cut off your own flesh and blood

How much am I prepared to lose?
You can cut me, but can I cut you?
How much am I prepared to do?
Can I afford to fight back?
Or should I leave your reputation intact?
Is it better to kneel and surrender all control
If it saves my soul?

(No)

It’s my time, now I’ve got nothing left you can take
I’m hellbound, I’ll leave my doubts afire in my wake
As we inevitably collapse
I will rise

Don’t you dare pray for me
I’ve got my own family
They taught me to love me
And everything I could be

I’m not your son
I am not your daughter
I will not burn, so drown me in holy water
You can’t make me surrender myself
Cause I’m not living for anybody else

Why are we the enemy, do you even know?
Beliefs programmed deep in your flesh and in your bones
If hatred is the only doctrine you’ll follow
I’ll stain my hands with blood to save my brothers from you

Don’t you dare pray for me
I’ve got my own family
They taught me to love me
And everything I could be

I’m not your son
I am not your daughter (I'm not your son)
I will not burn, so drown me in holy water
You can’t make me surrender myself
Cause I’m not kneeling for anybody

I’m not your son
I am not your daughter
You cannot save me, so fuck your holy water

This kind of pride is violent
I’d rather be manic than silent
Smiling so hard it hurts and screaming for
Too many ghosts of friends, all of their lifetimes to avenge

I live for the sinners who dared to turn to salt 
For those we have lost
To those like you
(I live in spite of those like you)
Fuck!

CREDITS

N. J. Feikes (lead vox)
Zia Zenith (guitar/vox)
Chase Thomas (guitar)
Elliot Harrison-Lee (bass/background vox)
Andy Zukoski (drums)

Lyrics and vocal arrangement written by N. J. Feikes
Instrumentation (and a single line of lyrics) written by Zia Zenith
Produced by Andy Zukoski, Chase Thomas, and Zia Zenith
Engineered by Andy Zukoski

Cover art and logo by Camille Calegari

Also, shoutout to our friends Alex and Cam for helping us round out the gang vocals in the chorus.

Originally released February 23, 2022

Flesh and Blood (Ephesians 6:12)

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LYRICS

I was trying to find a way to kill time
I didn't even get to tell you goodbye
I was trying to find a way to kill time
Now you're gone and I can't ever say goodbye

This feeling's going to my head, I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room, I couldn't go another day
This feeling's going to my head, I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room, I couldn't go, go, go

Oh my god, what the fuck? Take my hand, crush it up
Spill the blood on the floor, I ain't scared, think there's more
What the fuck? Make it stop, took too long, here right now
On the floor, in the car, smoking cigs in the bar
I don't want you to think I got bad intentions
Never wanted you inside, you made it your mission, yeah
Didn't wanna hurt no one
But you just went and made it fun

Hear you're looking for a way to fight the Corpus Bride
She's working in my mind
And you're looking for a way to crush, it's not enough
You fucked up your last try 

We were in the studio, I was just playing
You were all work and I was all play and
You were talking business, aiming with your weapon
I was on your hit list, I felt the compression

I'll never go, I'll haunt your studio
You won't think of words when you write it up
You'll just hear me singing this song
You'll think that's okay, you'll just sing along
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too

Oh my god, what the fuck? Take my hand, crush it up
Spill the blood on the floor, I ain't scared, think there's more
What the fuck? Make it stop, took too long, here right now
On the floor, in the car, smoking cigs in the bar
I don't want you to think I got bad intentions
Never wanted you inside, you made it your mission, yeah
Didn't wanna hurt no one
But you just went and made it fun

Hear you're looking for a way to fight the Corpus Bride
She's working in my mind
And you're looking for a way to crush, it's not enough
You fucked up your last try 

We were in the studio, I was just playing
You were all work and I was all play and
You were talking business, aiming with your weapon
I was on your hit list, I felt the compression
We were in the studio, I was just playing
You were all work and I was all play and
You were talking business, aiming with your weapon
I was on your hit list, I felt the compression
We were in the studio, I was just playing (way to fight the Corpus Bride)
You were all work and I was all play and (working in my mind)
You were talking business, aiming with your weapon (way to crush, it's not enough)
I was on your hit list, I felt the compression (fucked up your last try)

CREDITS

N. J. Feikes (lead vox)
Zia Zenith (guitar/vox)
Chase Thomas (guitar)
Elliot Harrison-Lee (bass)
Andy Zukoski (drums)

Lyrics and music originally written and performed by 100 gecs
Cover arrangement written by Zia Zenith
Produced by Andy Zukoski

Cover art and band logo by Camille Calegari (cover art based upon the original 1000 gecs album art)

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