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On the day the rats came to town
The cat was nowhere to be found
The piper was asleep and drooling on his chin
Blight had set its sights to burrow from within
The day disorder came to take control
The piper just denied and crawled back in his hole
The masses took the lie he’d fed them from the start
The rats had come to town – but soon they would depart
Crying and dying – as rats gnaw on remains
Dying but still buying what saturates the brains
Lying – defying – the piper sells the souls
Crying and dying – shovels filling up the holes
Since the day that the rats came to town
Lives and loves have broken down
All have been asleep and missed a simple rhyme
The biggest rat of all was here with us all the time
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Verachte Diese Hure
05:54
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Dirt between my toes – here I go
Down the path to my destruction
Lust inside my brain – throbbing pain
Wading through all this obstruction
The voice it calls – grabbed by the balls
Through the haze embrace temptation
How the hands caress – allow access
Oblivion and revelation
It flows in my veins – it feels no shame
It leads me to the spider’s parlor
In hot distress - watch it undress
It begs and it can wait no longer
What’s behind those eyes – in disguise
Wiling with pretentious beauty
Dancing on the fringe – comes unhinged
Drains me until I am empty
The voice it screams – it haunts my dreams
Will not stop til it is sated
How the claws dig in – my medicine
This pleasure that is sorely hated
It beats in my heart – tears me apart
It leads me down into the squalor
I can’t believe – how can it be
Beauty could be such a fucking monster
It eats me alive – how I despise
This whore and her endless hunger
Insatiable – and it will pull
Til I can’t crawl out from under
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A Wish in the Darkness
03:43
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Turn off the lights and let me sit in the darkness
Lower the sound so I can’t hear
Footsteps outside that mark the march of the dying
Lucidity and hope have disappeared
A willful ignorance has taken over
The dam has given way and water pours
In laughter they run although the deed has been done
The lie assassinates with no remorse
A ticking time bomb with an avoidable ending
Diffusers ridiculed and turned away
Innocents cry while pointing out the solution
Cluelessness is dancing on display
Don’t turn on the lights as you are leaving
The darkness suits the feelings of our fate
In shadow I will wish to see an end to the anguish
But darkness laughs and whispers to me that it’s too late
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New Modern World
04:19
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Gather ‘round – have a sit down
Meltdown – forgetting how to breathe
Issues – bring the blues
So much to lose – too tired to bereave
Waiting patiently without guarantee
What’s walking behind me?
Used to be a friend – but that has found an end
In this new modern world
Misery – dishonesty
Treachery – insisting they are right
Such a cause – many flaws
A stop to pause might put it all in sight
Must it be this way – look what you portray
And put it on display
Poisoning our thoughts – you’ll find what you have sought
In the new modern world
Sunset – place your bets
Cold sweat – when winning you will lose
Take aim – place the blame
No claim – receipt for all that’s due
Can’t go on like this – daytime in darkness
Drowned in prejudice
See our children cry – what we leave when we die
Is this new modern world
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Conjured
05:39
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Twelve o’clock – doors are locked – comes the knock
Hands bring down sorrow
Hidden, sick – emphatic – safe from tricks
Beg, steal, or borrow
Crawling waste – such distaste – how we’ve braced
Monsters and what they’ve fractured
Turning wheel – flee what’s real – mute the feels
In the world I’ve conjured
Pathetic slice of what a life should be
Half-past one – overrun – when it’s done
Submerged a little longer
Fades the shouts – not the doubts – won’t come out
Has it satisfied its hunger
Pathetic life that slices into me
Crouched in the corner til it goes away
Then walk the landscape I’ve conjured today
Scars do not bleed here deep down in my mind
Block out the maligned
Cathartic as I slip into the dream
Night has died – hands were tied – justified
If I would commit the murder
Slip away – shades of gray – more today
Carry on the hell much farther
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Pulse
05:10
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The world opened up and swallowed me whole
Consumed by all the miles – and my broken weary soul
Disassembled, disavowed, disallowed and then disowned
Dissipating hope – I look so hard to find a home
So afraid to be alone—so afraid here on my own
In the light so briefly but now forced to run and hide
Man of cloth lurks below and seeks to rob me of my Pride
Rallies congregations to bury me deep in the sand
Can’t they just love me for who I am?
So afraid be alone—can’t feel safe upon my bones
Such fear – so near – so many tears – it’s here
The world opened up to sweep me away
Extinguish the light into shades of black and gray
Closing minds that open wounds in the name of a counterfeit god
With the sin of their own they spare the rod
So afraid to be alone—my pulse a heavy drone
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Self-Inflicted
05:53
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Sit there in the dark with another lie
Sit there in the dark and hide from prying eyes
Sit there in the dark and cry
Loneliness unhinged your mind
And revealed the hate inside
Sit there in the dark and wish away the stares
No life, no hope, no chance, no love from anywhere
Lash out but no one seems to care
Mirror – what is looking back
Sightless eyes plan the attack
We see the trail of blood and know who you accuse
Allegations – further lies – but you did this to you
Stare into the eyes of those you hoped to shame
The sound of laughter in your ears that cannot take the blame
You see a trail of bodies, but only in your mind
The vengeance you could not hand out from memory so unkind
The last attempt to silence them is sinking like a stone
No one left to drown but you – your doom is yours alone
Sit there in the dark and wonder what went wrong
Sit there in the dark – the place where you belong
A joke void of humor and no one played along
No one there to shed a tear
Darkness amplifies the fear
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Stand With Me
03:51
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Stand with me – stand with me
I’ll stand with you ‘til we can stand no more
Walk with me – and talk with me
Walk with me – stomp the ground with me
Walk with me – this road goes on and on
Cry with me – sigh with me
Cry with me – you just may die with me
Cry with me – as our sorrow turns to rage
Stand with me – alongside of me
You will see – there is a multitude of me
Stand with me – we march into the unknown
Stand with me – with a will that’s hard as stone
Stand with me – and you’ll never stand alone
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All I Need is One
04:26
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I don't need a thousand horses to get away from you
I don't need a thousand courses to run away, it's true
All I need is one solution and to do what I must do
I don't need a million dollars to buy some freedom for my soul
I don't need a million hollers – vacate with that rigmarole
All I need is one solution – what I touch will turn to gold
I won’t be pigeonholed
I don't need a billion preachers to pray away my sins
I don't need a billion creatures telling me the shape I'm in
All I need is one solution and the healing will begin
With a fine shit-eating grin
I don't need a hundred hypocrites to tell me how to live
I don't need a talking pile of shit pissing on my narrative
All I need is one solution and that’s zero fucks to give
Yes indeed, that one solution is zero fucks to give
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The night he came – his train rumbled through in the dark
He smiled at the thought of the lives that he would consume
His journey long – his ravenous appetite cried
The fruit dangled ripe on the tree
He walked alone and waited for the sun to rise
When worker bees would emerge from their hives
The fires and pyres with flickering arms opened wide
Waited as the seduction was forming its plan
Offered them the world and torches burned blood in the sky
Deceived the hungry and told them the hunger would end
Gathered the flock and preyed upon their exhausted minds
Promised them pleasures they had been denied
The evening came – obedience given in blood
Sins of the flesh turned to sins of the mind
The dying and crying succumbed if they did not believe
Ravaged by the junkies that lined up for miles
The night he left – his footprints still burning the ground
The children slept – gnashing their teeth as the nightmares began
The thoughts of the many became those of one
Trapped in devotion just to continue to live
A shriek as the voices of militants rose to the sky
Believe as we do or be leveled to dust
The Son the messiah smiled as he boarded the night train
To the next destination – his appetite cried
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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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