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Common Enemy
04:42
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I’m told the saw is family in a world of make-believe
In truth I’ve seen atrocity in the hell that you’ve achieved
Scorched earth, condescending—the match is lit and tossed
“Defeat our common enemy—to hell with what it costs”
Hollow and cold—I piss into your soul
Watch it overflow and dry to black mold
Now you’re growing old—resentment takes ahold
So mourn the soul you’ve sold—and let the brood console
Tell me how you suffer and how your spirit bleeds
Look into your mirror—inflictor you will see
Enablers have set you on a path—eventual downfall
Against a common enemy who breathes to crush you all
You’ve taken all away from me—my life, my sanity
I see a dance in Hell someday—you bastards next to me
Hollow and cold—I piss into your soul
Watch it overflow and dry to black mold
Now you’re growing old—resentment takes ahold
So mourn the soul you’ve sold—and let the brood console
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Bedevil Me
05:43
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Tonight—bite down as senses start to scream
Invite—sting of leather and the crimson streams
‘Til my heart is black as coal
I’ll give you my very soul
I lust for what you are
Seduce with things bizarre
Bedevil me
Recite all the fantasies and little white lies
Hold tight—come together right before my eyes
Til my will dissolves away
Black of night and heat of day
I lust for what’s inside
Light the wick—burn me alive
Bedevil me
Incite—fantasies suspect revealed as true
Delight—bliss erupts as you are born anew
Oh my dear, you are so pleased
What a sweet release
False god you worshipped in the past
Is gone—so bow to me at last
Bedevil me
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Born (One-Horse Town)
04:21
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Born in a one-horse town
The lonely one—so different from the rest
Scorned and beaten down
Conformity eternally was stressed
Dreams—to reach the sun
Straight on til morning, then far into the night
Themes I shared with none
The weight of ridicule could never blur the fight
I cannot change where I was born
But I changed the fate it had for me
Born without a chance
“You never will escape from this collective that you see”
Warned I’d not advance
But that type of thinking could not sink its teeth in me
I don’t regret where I was born
I don’t regret the day I ran away
Born with unbending will
Nothing is too far away for my reach to obtain
Sworn—I will fulfill
The vow I made forever more, rebel against the grain
I couldn’t choose where I was born
Couldn’t choose where I was born
Couldn’t choose where I was scorned
Couldn’t choose where I was born
But I’m glad it wasn’t born in me
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With nothing left to lose—even less to prove
Scars upon the scars of battles lost
His tears wet on the ground—upon the sight he frowned
Took his feet once more to lift his cross
At last had come the day—was once so far away
He mustered all the might that he could find
With eyes toward the sky—resolved to no more cry
Tried for one last time to save his mind
Rise again—remember when—days before the simple times had died
The final stand of a broken man—but in this case the fallen still has his pride
Abandoned and alone—betrayed by those from home
Damned by the very act of birth
Destined to his quest—to silence then to rest
If even if it is his final act on Earth
Rise again—remember when the sunshine gleamed in his eyes
The final stand of a broken man— in this case what horror new will arise?
The world upon his spine—Everest to climb
Weakened knees that beg to not go on
Discovery of truth—will it lead him to
The peace he hopes to one day look upon
Rise again—but can he win absolution from the grime?
The final stand of a broken man—what will come—a story for another time…
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Go To the Devil
03:48
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“Go to the devil” you instructed me
To take my attitude and watch it burn
I got my baggage packed and out the door I go
Carry with me what I’ve learned
Zero in upon the heat and follow to its source
Blisters bubble on my naked skin
When I arrive and knock, they’ll know my name of course
With what I bring, they’ll surely let me in
“Go to the devil” you barked with a smile
And washed the hands that dragged me to this world
So I have come—to my own drum—with gasoline to throw
And how the flames consume and swirl
I smell the cooking meat as it falls from the bone
Settle for a long summer’s nap
Roars of laughter from the thing upon the throne
So pleased that I have walked into his trap
“Go to the devil” the last thing you said to me
And I returned the thought with finger high
I hear familiar voices rising next to me
Reverberating to the sky
The master’s laughter joining mine in hate and fear
Such a mad cacophony
I went to the devil, but had no idea
That you would join me for eternity
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Me Myself and I
04:57
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Analyze my life—see what you want to believe
Judging and begrudging—invent what you cannot achieve
Dig through dirty laundry while I just beg to be alone
Left alone—fucked alone—by anyone but you
Never afraid—got what I need to survive
I require only me, myself, and I
Spit in your eye
Rotting and plotting—make me the thing that you want
Want to hate, bait, berate—twist me into what I am not
So fabricate a motive—while I just seek the will to live
To live, relive—but not forgive a single thing regarding you
Never afraid—got what I need to survive
I require me, myself, and I
Tell you no lie
Study my life—you can’t believe the things you see
Eyeglass and a spyglass—the puppet cut away the strings
No tears, and no fears—depression fades away at last
No tears or fears as you fade into my past
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With calloused feet and calloused souls—delirium taking hold
The masses march toward the lotus field
Sharing all the pains of war—with fallen who have marched before
Seeking rest til battle wounds are healed
A quiet coda begs to close
To put behind the terror that arose
With bloodshot eyes and bloody tears—debility drawing near
Collective hearts will rupture in the chest
Forgotten what they’re fighting for—they beg to close the door
To the sky they plead “just let us rest”
To smell the bloom—inhale so deep
Into the loving arms of sleep
Drift away from all the ache
Please—oh please—don’t make me stay awake
With calloused feet and calloused minds—impossible to find
The lotus field is barren—gone to sand
The dream to dream corrodes away—from day to night to day
Against their will—they’re cognizant and damned
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On a dark, lonely night he walked down the street—looking for a way to find Jesus
The rags on his back were long soaked by the rain and the devil pushed him from behind
With 48 cents he had left to his name—the auctioneer riding his heels
He’d given his soul to this Christ long ago but was hell-bent on killing the deal
The life he’d devoted was hanging in shreds—a new buyer’d just come along
On this cold, rainy night he would buy back the deed, and didn’t care if it was wrong
With the glowing of neon cast red in the sky, he slipped into the watering hole
And there with a shot glass pressed up to his lips—Jesus sat high on his throne
With courage that spawned from the decades of dread he sat at the Savior’s right hand
As the devil sat quiet with a deep, brooding smile he issued his list of demands
“The item I sold you misused from day one, your glory nowhere to be found
I offer this pittance with a handshake and then your hold on the deed be unbound”
The devil stood tall with a contract held high—30 pieces of silver thrown down
“A price right for Judas—a price right for me, and all that my coffers allow”
With thunderbolts rising and rage in his eyes—the Son of God glowing in white
“This fool gave himself, his existence to me—you will not have him this night”
With the deed out in view, the man snatched it away—tore it to pieces and yelled
“My life and my soul owned by no one but me—I’ll see you both someday in hell”
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I sat there on the shore and watched what floated by
First it was my daddy’s car—and then a railroad tie
Watched the town just wash away with my last swig of rye
Debris started piling up—the bridge was buried now
The path to top my bottle off—there weren’t no way, no how
I couldn’t get ‘cross to West By God—the rain would not allow
Hip waders nice and snug to make my way across
Old Lou said rain for two or three more days—and me fresh out of sauce
The thirst had gotten hold of me and I was purt’ near lost
Lord have mercy
The current was so strong—goodness sakes alive
Swept me off the Dixon Bridge—my hunt for rye denied
Washed me up upon the shore—but on the wrong damn side
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Your Face
04:53
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I dream about your face
It looks down from the sky
Its final resting place
Teardrops fill my eyes
Why are you there
While I am left alone?
I think about your face
It warms me to my bones
I look around this waste
That used to be a home
But now you’re gone
And I fall to my knees
I beg that you will come for me
A world that lost its grace
A world you’re best without
How I miss your face
In pain I cry and shout
And wander off
Where silently I’ll weep
Until at last I fall asleep
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Dry Heaves & Needles
06:04
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Your bones have left your flesh
And now form the cage that holds you
Trapped within yourself—your heart ticks the hours away
Père Malfait has leapt from your dreams
Rattles the door of your soul
The sickening grin of addiction that greets every day
Cast your glance to the East
The rising sun lurches on the mountain
Daily daggers of light stab into your eyes
The tiny mouths in your arm cry for their morning feeding
Too broken to live but the craving won’t allow you to die
The warmth of your mother’s love has eroded to nothing
A lone and flickering ember from memory fades
Scratch through the cobwebs’ subconscious to rekindle a feeling
Just to trade it for poison and life in decay
The bloodied stumps that once were your feet are still moving
Leaving the red flyblown trail that is marking your path
The gingerbread house in the distance gets smaller and smaller
As dry heaves and needles and pain come to mete out their wrath
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Screaming Mad Dee Frederick, Maryland
Dee Calhoun was the final voice of doom metal legends Iron Man, and fronts metal band Spiral
Grave.
Dee has released four albums on Argonauta Records: "Rotgut" (2016), "Go to the Devil" (2018), "Godless" (2020), & “Old Scratch Comes to Appalachia” (2023). He also released the independent EP "A Dream Within a Dream" (2020).
In addition to music, Dee is a published author and does voiceover work.
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