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I did this track originally as a hard rock in the vain of Motorhead. I was experimenting and it fit and worked beautifully within the framework of a more amped up and aggressive style of music that really pushes the original itheme, idea and lyrics that were behind this project . It's even more angry, frustrated, sarcastic and energetic than the original. Everybody knows one. When the check comes, gotta go to the bathroom.  Its a social commentary on how people close to us will trade honor and friendship for a few bucks.  Think Pantera, Napalm Death and  Slayer here. This is not a typical dark, goth or death metal track. Its somewhat of a parody. The theme is so real and everyday, it's funny and entertaining through this medium...

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Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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"Look what you've become..."
"Jezebel..."

So conveniently yours
No need to breathe or see
You waltz like royalty  
Red carpet beneath your feet
All bow in adoration

Blink once, it all appears
Twisted fantasies draw near
Your darkest needs now satisfied
While innocence dies inside

You were once so pure and small
Now look what you've become

As your ego infects everything!
As your lies come crashing down!
Killing all that's pure and clean
I won't bow, I won't bow down
Call it spiritual if you want
But I see through your crown
I don't bow to you...
JEZEBEL!

Away from father's eyes
You trade your soul for lies
Keep that body temple clean
While dirty money flows between

Easy cash, the price is paid
Look at the monster that you've made
In whose name do you deceive?
Which god do you serve?

You were once so innocent
Now look what you've become!

As your ego infects everything!
As your lies come crashing down!
Killing all that's pure and clean
I won't bow, I won't bow down
Call it spiritual if you want
But I see through your crown
I don't bow to you...
JEZEBEL!

The innocent pay the price
For your paradise of vice
Every mark upon your skin
Marks the souls you've murdered in

Your ego infects everything!
Your lies come crashing down!
You killed all that's pure and clean
Now face what you've become!
Call it spiritual, call it divine
But this reckoning is mine!
I don't bow to you...
I don't bow to you...
JEZEBEL!

I don't bow...
I don't bow to you!

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