Lost In Temptation

by Leather Lung

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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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Track Name: Freak Flag
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!
Track Name: Shadow Of the Scythe
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
Track Name: Deaf Adder
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!
Track Name: Gin & Chronic
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?
Track Name: Momentum Of Misfortune
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!