"Walk Tall II" from SET TO STUN’s newly-released album, VALKYRIE ONE, out NOW via Tragic Hero Records.
LYRICS:
Dead man coming
I’m a motherfucking freight train
Hellraise // Runaway
Bodysnatching // Bangarang
Fuck the world
But all the while the world was fucking me
Though I was walking tall
But I was only walking sideways
Time would turn sour
What once was sweet
Hour after hour
All my virtues abandoned me
All the sex
Drugs
Rock and roll
Broke my spirit and it stole my soul
I was a hellbound hellhound caught in a trap
You see the devils stole my rock ‘n’ roll
And now I gotta take it back
Sex! Drugs! Rock ‘n’ roll!
Broke my spirit! Stole my soul!
I was a hellbound hellhound caught in a trap
You see the devil stole out rock ‘n’ roll and punk rock took it back
I hate these people, fuck ‘em all
Just let the fucking hammer fall
Every cog in the machine
All facets of anatomy
And every link to which would cling some stupid bitch who would proclaimm
“Our lawlessness is not our shame but the anthem of our day”
See man is but a cultured stran of insincerity and pain
Shackled to an anchored chain in the ocean of our shit and shame
With every reason to abstain from understanding we’re to balme
This self-indulgent masquerade will one day fade away
If complacency was crowned our king in the place of burning zeal
Why is it then the flame within our hearts refused to yield?
And could it be collectively the “we” we were before still lives within the flame that’s dimmed
On account of something more
And if that something were to call would we still recognize at all
The voice inside or would our pride distort the author’s story?
Abandon hope who enter here
No eyes to see, nor ears to hear
A chasing after all the winds of
Fortune, fame, and glory
Why do I give a shit where people stand?
I know I should just let it go but I can’t
Stomach these pretenders
Ear benders
Bending the truth ‘til it suits you better
You want it all?
Just remember, bitch will giv eyou anything
If it’s your soul you sell her
All work, no play
Makes Jack want to blow it all away
All work no fun
‘Til Jack makes Jill eat a bullet from a gun
Seldom will sorry dissemble the soul
Can a questioning self continue to grow?
Spirit is to man as marrow is to bone
To hollow the one is to cripple to whole
A time to love
A time to hate
A time to build
A time to break
A time to weep
A time to laugh
A time to mourn
A time to dance
A time for war
A time for peace
A time for silence
A time to speak
A time to hurt
A time to heal
A time to save
A time to kill
Now pick yourself off of the floor and fulfill what I built you for
Dammit you’re malfunctioning you weren’t created to destroy
I called you out from all the world to lead the son of man
Now take my hand and make your stand against the evil one
And burn the motherfucker down
Devil-woman in the black jacket do you remember me?
When we were prisoners in empathy and I caught you dancing in a whirlwind of rhythm and energy
Shaking your ass to the melody left inside your heart
Pushing me forward, pulling me back
And we were begging for a second start
We were too young having fun we couldn’t count the cost
You don’t want to make an enemy out of me
Cause I’m a mean motherfucker when I want to be
You don’t want to make an enemy out of me
We were young having fun we couldn’t count the cost
Oh baby but it costs everything we had
I’ve got no time for another lover baby
Lady misery has really got a hold on me
I’ve got no time for another lover baby
And three’s company so baby pack your shit and leave
How can a fighter find his purpose in his peace time?
How can a poet preach without the reason in his rhyme?
Can we truly be content to be between the lines?
Or does destiny define us when we choose our side?
How can a fighter find his purpose in his peace time?
How can a poet preach without the reason in his rhyme?
Can we truly be content to be between the lines?
Or does destiny define us when we choose our side?
Through fear and death
Hurt. Drink. Sing. Sleep. Pray. Preach. Repent. Repeat.