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Absinthe - Twisted Beat Machine - The Gut Punch Cut

Absinthe - Twisted Beat Machine - The Gut Punch Cut Alternate out-take track from the third single release from the upcoming album : Absinthe - Skater Boys Never Die Our ode to our other favorite genre. The album is a fusion of Pop-Punk, Skate-Punk and Power Metal. Lyrics, Vocals, Instruments, Melody, Riffs, Beats and Flow written and stemmed by Absinthe. Then uploaded and mixed through engineering software.. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Twisted Beat Machine Lyrics : You don't want to know me, There's nothing you can show me, You lie cheat and blaspheme Just take everything that you need , Yes I have always known you I've seen everything that you do Always something to prove To every fool who loved you ; It's out of control It's out of control...but Touch me And you'll be thinking of me Every night you try to slow breathe In the grave you thought you'd put me ; You thought it was easy It was never that easy...so Watch me Moving in on your slow ride, Closer to your blind side Just beyond your line of sight ; Sometimes the truth can hit you Right between the eyes...now Off to war In the palm of my hands I hold the bloody bullets in a feral trance, In one design to bring the world to it's knees With every butcher baby come to watch the scars bleed, In the behind and before You reviled and romanced On the head of every needle little angels danced, You lock step with the beast who consorts with the thief, Keep marching down that long cold road Feeding your anger and seeding your grief In the deafening silence and the relentless rhythm Of a twisted beat machine ; Waking in a half scream Sweating like a wet dream Was it everything that you've seen Or the ghosts hiding between the sheets, Have they come to haunt you Hold you close and taunt you With everything you thought you knew About everyone you've raped and abused ; It's out of my hands It was always out of my hands...so Trust me Though I know you can't believe me, There's a point at which you cannot be redeemed Even swinging from the hanging tree ; The ride is over It was already over...when You lied From the very first alibi The very first tears they cried When you chose a life of twisting the knife In every fool who trusted And every soul you bled dry...now Off to war In the palm of my hands I hold the bloody bullets in a feral trance, In one design to bring the world to it's knees With every butcher baby come to watch the scars bleed, In the behind and before You reviled and romanced On the head of every needle little angels danced, You lock step with the beast who consorts with the thief Keep marching down that long cold road Feeding your anger and nursing your grief In the deafening silence and relentless rhythm Of a twisted beat machine ; Copyright. T. Russell Morris My IMDB : https://www.imdb.com/user/ur48636572/ My Letterboxed : https://letterboxd.com/Redrusty66/ My Poetry : https://allpoetry.com/Redrusty66 #poppunk #punkpop #skatepunk #music #Rock #Lyrics #heavymetal