Thrashing like it's 1984

Set The World On Fire

This one was the other of two recording session candidates that stood out for us after an insane weekend. We were heavily inspired by some really horrific homecoming stories from USMC veterans who had been deployed overseas and saw action, and decided that we wanted to give a similar respect that Five Finger Death Punch did with Bad Company. However, seing that most of us also love the Avenged Sevenfold sound, we wanted to pay a little tribute to them as well.

To all the forgotten heroes who gave near all, if not everything, to secure all of us at home, we salute you! Greatest is the honor of those who lays down their life so the rest can know peace and safety. 

Carissimi Desiderati, Numquam Obliti — Semper Fidelis.

Lyrics:

[prelude]
Not again!

Shit just got real intense
Trying to get home safely but they are coming for me.
I'm on a slippery slope

[verse 1]
The imaginary smell of cordite overwhelms me. 
I can't believe I got out alive.
Deployed overseas for three years
(Oh you've no fucking idea, do you punk?)
When I close my eyes, I see their faces.
My brothers in arms; brothers too early departed.

[pre-chorus]
My temples are about to fucking burst.
All my anger pent up 
inside's about to release.
I need to get outta here

[chorus]
Survived just to be shipped back home to this shit
Survived just to see it all was in vain
Survived just to relive all these flashbacks
Survived just to see no-one home understands at all
Survived just to live on a slippery slope
and I'm lost!

[verse 2]
Walking around downtown with the family
Expecting the familliar glint in a window
off of a leupold scope 
(Oh you've no fucking idea, do you punk?)
Late nights in the basement, polishing brushed steel slides
The smell of gun oil - always a familliar friend

[pre-chorus]
My temples are about to fucking burst.
All my anger pent up 
inside's about to release.
I need to get outta here

[chorus]
Survived just to be shipped back home to this shit
Survived just to see it all was in vain
Survived just to relive all these flashbacks
Survived just to see no-one home understands at all
Survived just to live on a slippery slope
and I'm lost!

and I'm lost!

Survived just to be called a disgrace
Survived just to be divorced
Survived just to be harassed by the cops and MPs
Survived just to be looked upon with disdain.

[verse 3]
Waking up in the night drenched in sweat
Having lived through another agonizing memory
Of my teammates paying the ultimate price
(Do you get it now, punk? Do you?)
Unable to wash their blood off my hands, the smell never leaving my nose
Promising dying friends I'd look after their families

Just to have the door slammed in my face

[pre-chorus]
My temples are about to fucking burst.
All my anger pent up 
inside's about to release.
I need to get outta here

[Chorus]
Survived just to be shipped back home to this shit
Survived just to see it all was in vain
Survived just to relive all these flashbacks
Survived just to see no-one home understands at all
Survived just to live on a slippery slope
and I'm lost!

Survived, but it's time to get outta here
Survived, I don't know where I'll go
Survived, but I'll leave all this shit behind me
Survived, but is there peace in the end for me?
I don't know 'cause I'm on a slippery slope

Survived just to live on a slippery slope
Survived just to see it all was in vain
Aw hell

Survived! 
Survived! 
Survived! 
Survived!

Slippery Slope (Avenged Sevenfold tribute)

This version was born out of a morning text thread just two people shaking their heads at the headlines
Perry said it best: “Wouldn’t surprise me if we wake up one day and the country’s name has changed to the United Corporations of America.”
That line lit the fuse.

Because that’s what this piece really is a wake-up call wrapped in distortion.
It’s a protest with rhythm, a sermon with feedback.
Gold-plated walls won’t muffle the sound of truth breaking through.

This track is for everyone who still believes art can punch holes in hypocrisy.
Who knows silence helps the powerful most.
Who turns the volume up when the system says “tone it down.”

And yeah, this one’s for Perry.
For the spark, the snarl, and the reminder that sometimes the only way to drown out the noise…
is to make your own.

[Intro]
Gold on the walls, truth on the floor
Build your ballroom higher 
You’re just marking your war

[Verse 1]
The marble’s cracking, the crown’s still grinning
Another empire built on spinning
Truth’s on trial, but the lies still win 
Polished brass, but it’s rust within

Raise your glass to the gilded name
Pray for mercy, play the game
Every king thinks he’s heaven-sent
Till the choir burns down his monument

[Pre-Chorus]
We see it! mirrors and smoke
We feel it!! the system’s choke
We breathe it! the Devil’s flair
This ain’t salvation it’s the Devil’s lair

[Chorus]
The Trump-it has sounded, loud and obscene
Echoes of power dressed up as dream
The walls are gold but the hearts are cold 
We’ve heard this prophecy… retold.

[Verse 2]
Spin that story, sell that sin
Paint it holy, cash it in
Faith’s for sale, truth’s on hold
Every halo’s bought and sold

Eyes wide shut, the crowd still cheers
Trading justice for their fears
Freedom fades where pride begins 
That’s how the reckoning always ends

 [Bridge]
You sold the truth for a ballroom light
Signed the deal in the dead of night
Built your throne on smoke and spin
Then called it holy called it win

The flag still waves, but who’s it for?
Freedom’s name now spelled C-O-R-P-S 
Dead or alive, it’s theirs to bless
The choir’s gone, the crowd’s asleep
But the rage still burns in the ones who keep

The Trump-it sounds we’re not asleep
Rise up, rise up dig in deep

[Final Chorus]
The Trump-it has sounded, truth’s been sold
Ego crowned in fool’s gold
You can build your heaven tall 
But pride still digs the Devil’s hall.



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