Break her arm
and seek the key
My lover's insides bared
for all the world to see
Carven face- monstrosity
A fascination 
both intimate and obscene

There's something in the basement crying out for me

Taken, drawn, and quartered
Thorns that cut the rose

The dollmaker lays her parts and sews.

Silent manipulator moving with the slaughter
Misdirection wild, that's not my daughter
Cracking empty heads, folly for the master
Going insane through the screams trying to find her

There's something in the basement crying out for me

Taken, drawn, and quartered
Thorns that cut the rose

The dollmaker lays her parts and sews.

Let her go.
My resolve stays, it regenerates

High, by the fall, beyond the keep, a nightmare's told
Like a rhyme, warning a child to hide
Shrouded in snow
Malevolent stronghold  

A broken girl hidden behind the hood
Your face is covered in roots
Evil sprung from the bulb of a child
Who laid sight to suicidal taboos

Lay down your armor, and let yourself feel
A mother's embrace though no mother to heal
Though no father to dry all of your tears

Please put this tearful father's mind to rest right here.
Right here.

My resolve stays, it regenerates
Regenerates.

When Angie no longer serves her sadness, 
She feasts on the former years of my kin, 
As the midnight moon rises on black wings

Wring her skull, of memories,
Into the cystallic crainial cavity
Veins of glass, running red
She cannot stand until all the strings are tied

There's something in the basement crying out for me
There's something in the basement crying out for me

Taken, drawn, and quartered
Thorns that cut the rose
The dollmaker lays her parts and sews
The dollmaker lays her parts and sews.

Petrified Giant - Dollmaker

We've Got Hostiles - War Horn (instrumental)

The aul woman down the street, in my mind a saint.
You probably know her in some way, awk you do, you'd know her face.
Well, something's come over her terribly as of late
Cause despite a victory, furiously claimed,
She's still fucking irate.

Gnashing her teeth, gesticulating wildly, 
If you dared to even question or ask her to explain why.
There's just no talking to her. 
She pointed to the boy on the TV.
A plant hand-picked by the BBC with whom she wholeheartedly agreed
When he said it needed to be gotten on with, taken back, or wrenched back from control,
But what it was, she didnt know.
Sure now you go down the town and it's a rotten hole, she said,
All them ones on the dole,
Or those who have the auadacity to ask her if she'd like a magazine,
"I saw her with four debit cards, she gets nothin from me" she'd scream.

Is this who we are?

That's nothing compared to her mate,
Who nodded along and said she'd be absolutely be fine with
Putting less food on the plate,
As long as the Somali family she read about online in something a friend sent to her, well, 
They on't get to make a claim
It's a damn shame, where this country's going, she said.
Let's take it back to a version where it was golden instead.

One she never lived in, but one she was told of by her aul one,
Where they stiffed it out tough as the Germans were bombing.
Thousands died, and food was rationed,
Yet the ones in Parliament were doing just fine.
They were asking us where's our British pride?
Chin up, shoulders back, we're all in this they'd say,
As they'd retreat to their state homes while her ma toiled away.
 
At least the pride part, that's all grandma remembers,
reading it on a wartime poster somewhere.
 
Suddenly Alfie across the road is
very keen on where fishermen can take their boats.
He picks up the paper and seethes about how the French hate us
Despite the fact that we once saved them, he says,	
Though he never even lifted a finger.

Now he reckons he's on the front lines.
After having never seen war in his whole life,
Made fat from the spoils of war,
He's looking for a fight because he's bored,
And the papers are filling his mind with insane shite.

I just want the aul ones back
I just want the aul ones back
I just want the aul ones back
I just want the aul ones back

 
I'm sorry I don't have flowery language,
Nor space for verifiable figures,
And as ironic as it seems,
I'm just going off on how I feel.
But I just want the aul ones back.
Down the street, in the shop, at the table,
And I know you do too,
Cause they've been sold on a fable,
Those same ones that raised you.

We've Got Hostiles - Dunkirk Spirit

Straight out of a zombie movie.
Insatiable, craving, desperate.
Though it's not flesh they want,
They'd take it if it gave them the hit.

A home-made, obedient army
Lab grown to syphon money.
Pass it down to potent carriers,
Local general practicioners.


Crush them, flush them, do what you have to do
To wipe out the disease, eradicate Purdue.

A trade.
No pain.
A slave.


Chemical dependence.
Friendly assurance.
No worries, you can take it for long term,
Take a savings card home with you.


Good days came in thirties if granted,
Then one day they just blanked.
And now I'm down on my knees in the bathroom
but I don't need a prescription anymore
I need my life! 

Good days come in thirties if granted,
A white suit determining my week.
Good days behind the counter,
Feed from the hand that beats me, My drinking water used for feet,
It never ends.

Crush them, flush them, do what you have to do
To wipe out the disease, eradicate Purdue.

A trade.
No pain.
A slave.

We've Got Hostiles - Kleptosomniac

My world is on both knees
One hurt, one made to kneel
With a gun to it's skull

And now I got a child of three
Who's losing parity
I'll never let them pull

Count to three
Then hear the click 

"No one came to me to ask, are you patriotic enough to risk your life for the US economy"

All the screens project safety until it's in your home 
Time to stand ground.

Your father's begging with his eyes as he chokes
As the President claims that it's all a hoax
What would you do if he died finding
That they had lied to you

He's not even a number 
They won't achknowledge the pain 
They'll suppress  what you see with your eyes
For their own gain

Take it in
As it all clicks

"We have five cases, we have nothing to worry about. But if we see 100,000 deaths, I'd say we did good."

All your screens project safety until it's in your home 
Time to stand ground.

We've Got Hostiles - Stand Your Ground

The first album from We've Got Hostiles. Released April 2020. A heavy slab of melodic crossover.

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