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Lost In Temptation

by Leather Lung

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1.
Freak Flag 04:20
My friends stay dressed in black And there’s patches on their back We smoke dope by the ounce We drink booze by the rack My friends raise the volume loud So don’t ask to turn it down We twist that knob around Till the sound can shake the ground We’re freaks—We stay gold And the malt liquors always cold We’re freaks—We stay high And we’re gonna let that freak flag fly My friends stay out all night, and they’re up with the rising sun We don’t got much to give ya, but we’ll give it till it’s gone My friends stood right by me when they saw the chance to run We don’t got much to say but we can’t just bite our tongues We’re freaks—We stay gold And the malt liquors always cold We’re freaks—We stay high And we’re gonna let that freak flag fly Fly! Ink scars my skin—I got a devilish grin All I see in the mirror is my evil twin I rolled the dice—I paid the price Cause you can’t have virtue if you don’t know vice Gotta free your mind—till you’re no longer blind Stop looking for answers that you’ll never find Leave your cares at the door—Let your feet leave the floor We’ll take you high up where the eagle soars Yeah!—High up where the eagle soars! Yeah!—High up where the eagle soars! My friends are freaks like me—The forever estranged Stare at us all you want—We ain’t never gonna change Yeah! Raise your fist to the sky—Let your freak flag fly Raise your fist to the sky—Let your freak flag fly Raise your fist to the sky—motherfucker—Let your freak flag fly Raise your fist to the sky—motherfucker—Let your freak flag fly Give it to me! Let your freak flag fly!
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Empty room—Echoes out my name I don’t wanna play this twisted game Shattered glass—Right through the vein I watch the blood run down the drain Bated breath—Watching every step Collecting all of the tears I’ve wept Hollowed eyes—Swathed in black I feel the blade graze down my back Slipping from death’s grip for most of my life I can see my reflection in the edge of the knife Death dealer—Swing your steel Causing wounds that will never heal Crushing bone—Feel it snap Gnawing limb to escape from your trap Chemicals—Filling up my head A frigid numbness is starting to spread Fingernails—Scratch into my skin For your touch I am driven to sin... Driven to sin—Driven to sin Just below my skin I can feel it writhe Stepping into the shadow of the scythe Into the shadow of the scythe Surrender my soul to feel alive
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Deaf Adder 05:24
Marijuana burn slow Marijuana burn slow Marijuana burn slow Marijuana burn slow Endless trails of smoke we blow Marijuana burn slow Elevating to a higher plateau Marijuana burn slow Smoke is rising—Slowly rising Smoke is rising Burn slow! Reptilian blood flows—under my skin A restless serpent—rattles within Venom dripping—from fangs I rear A forked tongue whispers—into my ear Alone in darkness—feeling confined These twisting coils—all intertwined Oh!—Set me free! Sing praise to thee—thee almighty —T.H.C. Set me free my sinsemilla—Set me free. Set me free my sinsemilla—Set me free. Set me free my sinsemilla Set me free my sinsemilla—Set me free my baby! Endless trails of smoke we blow Marijuana burn slow Elevating to a higher plateau Marijuana burn slow I am the Deaf Adder—black scales and severed limbs Don’t need your master—to judge my sins No longer trapped—within your woven tomb I am the wayward son—and I just can’t hear your tune No!
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Moonlight, gleams off the cold, wet ground I stagger the streets, like a rabid hound Dog tired, from showing my teeth all day Footprints, lead me down a dead end road I swig the bottle till my senses corrode Wasted, feeling my body start to sway Fucked up again Straight sipping gin Blacked out, don’t know where I been Fucked up again Straight sipping gin Blacked out, don’t know where I been Fucked up again Sage burns, the smoke begins to spread I hope it can clear what’s in my head Visions, creating chaos in my brain Sunlight, rising in my bloodshot eyes I hear the hands tick-tock clockwise Torture, raising my tolerance for pain Fucked up again Straight sipping gin Blacked out, don’t know where I been Fucked up again Straight sipping gin Blacked out, don’t know where I been Fucked up again—Fucked up again—Fucked up again Blacked out again! Flask is filled with Tanqueray—90 proof to wash away Sticks and seeds fill my ashtray—taking drugs is my forte I’d use my final breath to fill my lungs with smoke! Shake it down now! Kiss me goodbye before I go—Kiss me goodbye before I go Won’t take my own advice—just fill my glass with ice Pour up another round—until I’m on the ground Spill it – fill it – twist it – blaze—Inhale deep for all my days Living out the lunar phase—Will I ever change my ways?
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Wolf parading in sheepskin Held together by a safety pin Won’t give up—Can’t give in Hear the reapers violin Dug my grave but filled it in Won’t give up—Can’t give in—Nope! Pleasure turns to pain—but I won’t abstain Never hesitate—just intoxicate Don’t wanna take it slow—pick up the tempo We’re gonna push it as far as it goes! What is luck when you don’t give a fuck? What is luck when you don’t give a fuck? Spiral deep inside—where the fears reside No pulling back—when it all goes black My visions blurred—and my voice unheard So if you feel me then keep screaming these words! What is luck when you don’t give a fuck? What is luck when you don’t give a fuck? Why does it feel like I can’t keep myself... From falling down? How am I slowly drowning away... With my feet on solid ground? Even when the odds are on my side... I’m taken all bets against myself Held down by these hands of doubt..maybe, I don’t know... ...seems like I’m lost in someone else I can’t stand it—but I demand it Misery is the mistress of love It’s long gone—I still hold on The momentum of misfortune I know what it like to be lost, going nowhere... in familiar parts of town! I’ve been so high, I did not not know if I... Would ever come back down! Pleasure turns to pain—but I won’t abstain Never hesitate—just intoxicate Don’t wanna take it slow—pick up the tempo We’re gonna push it as far as it goes! Move to the rhythm of your love!
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Recorded/Mixed by Chris Johnson
Mastered by Brad Boatright @ Audiosiege
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Mike: Vocals
Zach: Guitar/Backup Vocals
Ben: Drums
Jesse: Bass/Backup Vocals

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released November 22, 2016

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